Her fingers ran along her braid idly as she rolled onto her toes, then back down to her heels.
“Thank you, Mr. Aaronson,” she said softly.
“Now then, a pretty young girl like you’s not playin’ hookie is she?” he asked with a playful tone as he stepped right up to her, towering over her as he reached out to place his hands upon her two arms and rub over them softly. “‘Cause looks to me like you’re up to trouble, Amy,” he remarked with a wry smile.
She shook her head urgently, a blush going through her at his words. She’d been getting into a lot of trouble, but had done her best to clean up and rid all traces of the other men’s lusts.
She swallowed, unable to look at him as her cheeks burned red.
“I have permission to miss today, Sir,” she promised. “To come speak with you. I... know you handle the budget for some of the things with the school and I’ve been tasked with convincing you that I’m the right woman for the job.”
“Well,” the mayor said, looking down over her once more, unable to tear his gaze away from those lewdly displayed breasts as they strained the fabric of her top. “You’ve certainly gotten off to a great start, Amy… though I must say, I’m pretty surprised by how brazen you’ve become. Though… I suppose I shouldn’t be.”
He reached out, and helped himself to undoing her top, letting the first button pop open.
“Your mother was just like you,” he said warmly.
Her blue eyes widened in shock, her thick lips falling open as those large breasts strained against the give of her top. Her breath quickened and she took a tentative step backwards, her head tilted to the side.
She didn’t know what to make of it, of his words, of the way he was behaving, and yet her skin responded, prickling with heat and interest.
“Sir?” she asked, the word so soft.
“It’s okay Amy,” he said with a warm, reassuring voice as he followed after her. “I was gonna support you for the spot anyhow, all you had to do was ask,” he stated as he reached back out to pop another button of her top.
“But hey, this’ll really make me excited to do so,” he stated, tugging her top open to let her thick breasts spill out against her chest, his hand reaching in to cup one of those supple mounds.
“Oh damn,” he said with a blissful smile on his face, “nothin’ quite like these.” His fingers sank into her breast flesh, making it bulge about his digits.
She was shocked into silence, not even moving away from his hands, though she blinked. His behaviour had stunned her, that warm, affectionate tone pairing with his sudden touches. She didn’t know how to react, and she worked her gaze up to his, filled with such curiosity.
Her heart beat hard in her chest, her nipple instantly hardening beneath his palm. She almost felt as if there might be something she was doing wrong, enticing so many men to want her that day.
She didn’t understand it, and yet she couldn’t make herself move from him. He might become offended, and withdraw his support for her!
The tall, slender mayor fondled her breast so affectionately, worked her soft yet supple flesh, even gently pinched her pinkened nipple between his thumb and index finger. He reached up and cupped the other nubile mound as well, looking down at those two tits in his hands as he licked his lips.
“We’ve all missed your mom, Amy. It’s so great to have you coming into your own now,” he said as he got down onto one knee and held aloft that breast of hers a
s he leaned in to lick at her teat before placing his lips around it and suckling softly.
She didn’t understand his words, the implications behind it.
She didn’t have much time to ponder it, either, as he groped her so freely, her body responding of its own accord. She whimpered as her head tilted back, a soft utterance let out towards the heavens as he licked her clean flesh.
Not long before she’d been washed in the river by her old childhood crush, and now the mayor was sullying her flesh with his eager tongue. But she couldn’t help how good it felt, how much she wanted and desired more, her skin prickled with excitement.
She dared not look down, to see that silver-haired fox suckle at her teat with carnal hunger. Working that pale mound in his warm, moist mouth as the other he worked in his hand, kneading its supple flesh, only to then switch and bring his mouth to that one instead. It left the other tit to feel the warm air upon the saliva glistening mound.
He gave a low groan of excitement as he grew ever more enthusiastic with her, getting lost in his desire for her gorgeous young flesh.
Her knees were growing weak and wobbly, and her body trembled with such urgency, such need that she was only recently becoming familiar with.
Not but eight hours ago she’d been a virgin, ignorant to the touch of a man. Yet the dam had broken, and all that pent up lust that had been simmering beneath the surface had rushed forth.
A soft moan pressed from her lips, even as her brows furrowed in confusion and angst. She couldn’t stand any longer, her legs like those of a fawn as she moved, settling herself onto the shore, her head rolling back as her calves pressed into her thighs.
Mr. Aaronson moved with her, positioning himself atop her as he suckled at her teat, groped her breast and then let his hands roam over her form. He was hungry for her, as Mr. Kerny had been before him. When he plucked his mouth from her breast, she could see the hunger in his eyes.