And again he looks away as quickly as he looked up.
"No, you're fine," he mumbles, staring down on his paper.
"Fine?" I ask. "Just fine?"
He sighs. "You have very nice boobs, Lizzy. Nothing wrong with them - now, cover yourself up, will you."
I think, I got him. I let go of the shirt, but leave it pulled up, resting above my boobs. It stays there, my tits exposed as I walk around the counter to approach him.
I glance down at his lap as I am standing next to him. And sure enough, his thin summer shorts clearly display an unmistakable bulge.
"Oh," I breathe. "Thank you, daddy. That is the biggest compliment."
He looks up and turns around to me. His eyes widen when he notices that my shirt is still up. My tits are practically in his face, only a few inches away from his nose, as he is sitting on a bar stool.
"What... what are you talking about?" He utters.
"This," I reply, reaching forward. I place my left hand on his bulge and softly start stroking along his hard member through the fabric. I can instantly feel him grow even harder beneath my touch.
"Lizzy, please," he sighs, now sounding almost desperate.
"Tell you what," I whisper. "Let's make a deal. I will let you take my virginity - and you won't tell mom about what happened last night."
He moans as I grab his erection as good as I can with his shorts still between us.
"No, Lizzy, no," he whimpers, grabbing my wrist and trying to push my hand away. "Please, stop this! It saddens me that you think this is what you have to do keep me quiet. I won't tell on you, alright?"
He looks at me, his eyes fixating mine. I am standing close to him, very close, with my tits still exposed. Feeling his hard cock has only edged me on. I can feel my entire body burning for this man. This needs to happen!
"I am sorry, daddy," I slur. "But what if..."
I insert a dramatic pause, sighing loudly. My hand is still in his lap, despite his faltering effort, he has not pushed me aside.
"What if what?" He wants to know.
"What if that's what I want, daddy?" I ask, now pleadingly looking at him. "What if I want you to be my first? I think you would be much better to me than any of the boys at school."
His eyes flicker.
"You could... teach me," I add. "And make sure that I am not getting hurt."
He looks at me, pondering for a moment. His grip around my wrist loosens.
"I cannot promise that," he says, before he jumps up.
* * *
He pulls me in closely, grabbing my ass with one hand, while the other grabs my hair, tilting my head back so he can invade my mouth for a greedy kiss.
I moan as his tongue explores my mouth with more force than anybody has ever done before, while he kneads my ass with one hand. He pushes me in even closer so that his hard cock is pressing against my belly.
"You little slut," he utters after he withdraws from our kiss. "If I take you, I am going to do it my way. Understand?"
I look up at him. My insides are burning with lust and anticipation.
I nod. "Yes, daddy."
He lets go of my hair and my ass and takes a step back to create some distance between us.