Quaran-Teen by GoatRavisher

The Fosters. husband and wife working from home, two or three daughters? I go back and forth from the panel to all different locations in the house, starting on the ground floor in the morning.Later I’m working in the upstairs bathrooms, including one of the daughters’ bedrooms. I knock on the door but no answer. I open and say hello. She’s lying on her bed under a blanket with headphones on and typing on her laptop. Distance learning perhaps? I look at her for a second before she notices me. Long, light brown or blonde hair. Clear skin.

“UH, Can I work in your bathroom on the outlets?” She’s obviously wearing pants and a sweatshirt in bed but I didn’t want to risk anything untoward. I tend to be very head down, not interacting with the customers more than necessary. Not into chit chat.

“Oh, ya, sure, ok,go ahead, ya…”

Later I go past her hanging out in kitchen. Is she in high school or college? Not sure. Not a good judge of ages anymore.

“You’re like one of those models who makes grey beards look sexy”

Whoa. I wasn’t expecting that.

“Those guys spend a lot more time on grooming I assure you.”

I get a phone call in the middle of a tricky operation and after I talk I put my phone down on the counter and walk to another room. I come back and see her placing my phone back where I’d left it. My screen locks and needs a fingerprint to open but she might have grabbed it before that happened. I don’t say anything, just retrieve my phone and get back to work.

The mom is working at her desk outside her daughter’s bedroom door when I go in the next time. She’s in sweatshirt and yoga pants, not great looking but not fat either. Wearing headphones. The husband downstairs is wearing headphones too. Everybody’s wearing headphones. The house is really quiet, just my footsteps.

Sitting on her bed the daughter smiles at me again and it feels a little different, lingering. I think she’s the highschool one.

Back to the kitchen, past the Wife, work on stuff. Back upstairs, daughter’s bathroom, chasing down an intermittent fault. I see a pair of panties laying on the tile floor that I’m sure weren’t there the last time. Red silk with ruffles and embroidery. Fancy panties. Not stay at home in sweatpants panties. I leave them be but my face feels tingly. If I didn’t think I was maybe being set up, didn’t think I would get caught, I would totally pocket those and take them home with me. I’ve done it before with client’s undergarments. It’s just a kink I have.

Anyways , I go back downstairs and the girl seems to follow me only a few minutes later but her Mom is in the kitchen now.

“Go put some clothes on. You can’t just be in your pajamas all day. There’s people working here.”

She goes upstairs and changes into a different sweatshirt and a pair of very short very soft mini shorts. Her legs are long and slim. When she walks I can see the under curve of her ass cheek. I don’t make eye contact but if she’s wanting to be seen then ya, I’m looking.

Unfortunately I have to work on outlets in her bedroom some more. She sits on her bed, ostensibly doing remote schoolwork on her laptop but I feel her staring at me. I hope she likes my ass in my Carhartts as I’m on my hands and knees. Those shorts have my imagination if not my direct attention.

I’ll be returning the next day I tell them and leave. Later when I check my phone I see there’s been an outgoing call to a number I don’t recognize. A call I didn’t make.

Bleep goes my phone later that night as I’m home alone in my apartment.

Text From Emma. Ok, so it’s Emma, the other one is Hannah. I’m not sure if I’ve even seen her or could really tell them apart. Maybe I haven’t seen them in the same place at the same time.

Text “Is this the attractive older man who was working at my house today?”

Text back. “I do electrical work when I’m not a beard model.”

She sends a picture of a 30 something model dude with ripped abs and styled hair and a professionally trimmed salt and pepper beard. “Like this?” she asks.

Text back. “Older.”

Picture of her. I recognize the bedroom wall in the background. She’s in bed in a thin v neck tshirt which I sense has been pulled down so it shows her collar bones down almost to below her sternum. No bra evident. She’s staring into the camera and her face is a little flushed, like she summed up courage to do this.

“I like older guys” reads the text banner. She’s just kind of cute. I’ve seen way cuter highschool girls taking risque selfies on multiple amateur sites. But this one is being sent to me alone. It’s exciting, I can’t deny.

Text. “You never smile” Picture, her sitting back on her heels in the middle of the bed, threadbare v neck pulled tight over her chest lumps. Pouty face.

Next text. “don’t you like me?” Eyebrows arched, lips pursed, she’s twisting her body and the v neck is pulled super tight and poking nipples are very apparent.

I text. “I concentrate on my work. Not there to make friends.”

Text. “I want you to be my friend” Picture, her face is out of the frame but the v neck T is pulled down so hard that her right breast is exposed. It looks like a cupcake with a cherry on top. My pulse thumps in my groin. I’m being sexted by a teenager. If I had absconded with her red silk panties when I had the chance earlier today I would have them wrapped around my cock right now, feeling the silky smoothness and imagining the part of her body it had been touching last.. I don’t know for sure if she meant them for me to take with me. To be seen certainly, but should I have them in my possesion now? Thinking about her smooth legs walking around the house and how they disappear up into her short shorts. I don’t think it wise to respond to any more texts. This could be a troublesome situation. Keep it professional.

Early next morning I talk to my Boss and tell her I should see a different customer today. I’ll get back to the Foster’s house tomorrow.

Bleep goes my phone later that afternoon.

Picture. Her face in the mirror with a questioning, accusative look. I can’t tell what she’s wearing, it’s just a head shot. Text “I thought you were coming back today.”

“On a different job site”

Picture. She’s on her back on top of the covers, eyes and nose just out of view, her lips and chin and a curl of hair at her throat. One arm and elbow, a bracelet on the wrist. Two naked cupcake breasts, small soft nipples. Smooth belly sucked in, oval belly button and then hairless plane of her abdomen down to the slit of her smooth labia. Text. “I’ve been waiting all day in bed for you” There’s an emoji of a sad face.

I have a hard time concentrating for the rest of the day. Thankfully there are no more pictures and eventually I get me work done.

Early evening I’m back home.

Text. “Do you think my Mom is hot?” Picture of the girl with the Mother in the background sitting at her desk oblivious to her daughter’s lifted shirt and bare tit.

My text. “She’s in pretty good shape for her age.”

Text. “She’s forty six.”

Shit, that’s younger than me.

About me. I’m almost 50, single, never married. I exercise and do physical work so I’m in good shape. I quit drinking a few years back and it had a great effect on my abs and belly fat. I usually go to the gym three times a week but they are all closed now. I go running in the evenings in stead. I haven’t had an exclusive girlfriend in a while but I have several “Friends” who like to hook up from time to time. The are all younger than me but that means late twenties to maybe early forties. And they are all unavailable right now for the obvious reason, COVID. I suppose I’m a little hard up so the reality of this young girl sending me naked selfies is… very interesting to me. Like the next one that comes in about half an hour later.

Picture, taken in the mirror, just out of the shower, wrapped in a grey towel, flesh steamed pink, distant look.

Picture one second later. Towel fallen open but still gripped in her armpits, tits like dumplings out of the steamer, curved supple belly, no hint of hair on her snatch, phone covering most of her face.

My skin gets hot and I don’t feel the need to have any clothes on. I sit naked on the bed and await any further correspondence from this teenage girl. My dick is poking up to see what happens next. We only have to wait a few minutes.

“If you were here now you could be in my room and no one would know.”

Picture. She’s standing in front of her bedroom mirror, rumpled bed in the background. She’s fully naked, hair slightly covering her tits but her quim is totally visible, folds of her labia slightly opening. Like most teens taking a selfie she is looking intently at the image on her phone, not looking in the mirror to actually make eye contact.

This view of her has gotten me hard though. I’m gripping my boner and I text back with one hand. “Very nice young lady” I keep stroking and manipulating, eager for what might come next. Is she just teasing me? Obviously not.

Video. It’s her masturbating with a hairbrush. I see it nestle in between her lips and go up and in. She jams it in and pulls it out rapidly. It only lasts about 30 seconds. It’s grainy because it’s low light and so close up that that it looks more like a medical film but it’s her, a teenage girl sticking a fake phallus up her pussy. Is she thinking about that object being my dick thrusting into her? I’m jacking off now, no excuses. I’m imagining my meat penetrating her young body, plumbing her depths, hot and tight. I imagine the feel of her slim body wriggling beneath mine. I throw caution to the wind and send a picture of me gripping my hard on in my fist. It is angry and purple. My abs and chest hair look pretty good as far as I can tell.

Bleep.

Picture. It is much better quality than the grainy video, skin tones are rosy and natural, the light and shadow definition is highly sensual and realistic. She is lying on her back, phone held above her in one hand, the middle finger of her other hand is delving into her cooch. Her face is visible from the nose down, mouth wide open and tonge lolling out in a curved shape which would be ideal for fellatio. I imagine it tickling the fuzz on my balls. I can tell just what her skin feels like. I get a buzzing up the sides of my shaft and I feel ready to spurt.