Taking Sophie by Foxy666Roxanna

Taking Sophie by Foxy666Roxanna

Discover the steamy adult sex story of Sophie as she explores her deepest desires and fantasies. Find out what unfolds in this tantalizing tale.<br/>
All people in this story are over 18

I was dripping wet. So wet, even my pink frilly underwear was soaked through. I brushed a strand of dribbling red hair out of my eyes and pressed on the doorbell. Its faint chime was drowned out by the roaring of the rain around me.

The front door swung open. Mr Spencer filled the doorway.

“Jesus, it’s chucking it down. Get inside!” he said and ushered me into the warm house.

“It came out of nowhere, about five minutes ago,” I said, feeling rain water dribble down my face.

“You look like a drowned rat,” he laughed and shut the door behind us.

I glanced down at the floor. A darkened patch of carpet will steadily increase in size below me as rain ran down my clothes.

“I suppose we better get you dried off,” he smiled and let me down the hallway. “You came at the right time a day earlier, and the dryer was broken.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure I’ll dry out. It’s hot in here,” I said, noticing that the house was considerably above the normal temperature.

He looked around at me sheepishly. “Yeah… About that. That kind of broke the dial on the heater.”

“How?” I replied and shivered despite the heat in the air.

“Heavy-handed,” he said. “I don’t know my own strength, unfortunately, and it leads to things happening.”

I bet things did happen around him, I thought. I started to imagine what it would be like to have those hands, stop! I pushed the thought out of my mind with a shake of my head and followed him through the door into the kitchen. Hormones, I thought. Unfortunately, being eighteen, my body was raging with them, and now and again, I imagined things. Naughty things. Things that would make most adults blush.

He gestured to the dryer underneath the sink. It looked new, maybe it was.

“You’re welcome to use this, I can’t have you walking back looking like I’ve tried to drown you,” he said.

“Are you just trying to get me out of my clothes?” as the words came out of my mouth, I instantly regretted them. I felt my face flush red with embarrassment, but he didn’t react. He just walked over to the dryer, flicked the switch on, and opened its front door.

“Where’s Tristan? Is he around here somewhere?” I asked.

“Yeah… About that,” he said, looking sheepish again. “Julie has taken him out for the day.”

“So I didn’t need to walk down here after all?”

He shook his head. “You have got drenched for nothing, unfortunately. It was the last minute thing, I should have messaged you, really, but I completely forgot, and I apologize.”

No babysitting, bonus!

“I’ll still pay you, of course. It’s my fault you had to come here in the first place. She told me to message you,” he said and moved towards the door.

“Thanks, Mr Spencer. At least I didn’t get wet for nothing,” I smiled at him.

“Call me Graham. You’re always so formal,” he said. “There’s a few towels in the cupboard over there. Use them if you need to. I’m going to catch up on some work. Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll let you out.”

Without another word, he disappeared out in the hallway, shutting the door behind him.

I stood staring into space for a few seconds before starting to peel my white tank top off my skin and up over my head. My shorts were next, I loosened the tassel holding them up, wriggled my hips, and allowed them to drop to the floor. This entire situation was very surreal, I was standing here, in an older man’s house, wearing nothing but a pair of pink freely knickers and a pink skin-tight sports bra, that was perhaps a little too tight. My chest was the envy of a lot of girls. It was larger than most people my size. The fabric was raised a little just at the point where my nipples were.

I hunted around the room for a towel. He showed me where they were, but inevitably, this was not the case. By the time I’d open the fourth cupboard, I’d found them. The neat stack of folded white towels. I took one, rested it on the countertop, and then proceeded to slide my soaking wet knickers down my smooth, tanned legs. I freed my chest from the bra next and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror hanging from the far wall.

I’d never liked my body, even though countless boys my age had told me it was divine. I just didn’t see it for some reason. I wasn’t fat. In fact, I was very slim, toned, and smooth with curved hips, perky breasts, and a strong looking flat stomach. The problem was that I wasn’t happy with it. Maybe I never would be despite my rigorous workouts and countless hours of jogging around the streets.

The dryer hummed to life as I chucked my clothes in, slammed the door shut, and pressed the on button.

I pulled the towel close, wrapping it around my body, covering all the intimate bits that no man had ever seen before. I had always been guarded against men, never giving it away. The most I’d ever done was kiss. I suppose I just hadn’t found the right person.

I slit myself upwards onto the countertop and crossed my legs, waiting. I flicked my feet outwards, rocking them backwards and forwards. My carefully manicured toenails were painted a deep crimson red, along with my fingers.

“Everything okay in there?” a distant sounding voice called through the door.

“Yes,” I called back. “Nearly done!”

“Take your time. There’s no rush!”

I waited and waited as the dryer clicked and rumbled. It felt like an age had passed before it beeped, and the door clicked open of its own accord.

I glanced over at the door to the hallway. My mind slipped into my imagination again. What if I just stepped out into the hallway, just for a second. Maybe he’d be standing there waiting for me? Would he like what he saw? Most of the other boys did, but he wasn’t a boy. He was a man. A powerful looking, tall, dark-haired man that I bet could show me a thing or two about intimacy.

I shook my head, pushing the thought away from me as hard as I could. I couldn’t do that, not when he had Jenny. His wife was beautiful, elegant, and tall. She looked like a woman of experience and had a body I could only dream of having. Maybe one day I would, but I was young and had nothing to offer apart from school knowledge and a very naive view of the world.

But what if he did like it? What if the minute he saw me, he ripped my towel off and took me in ways I’d only imagined. That would be a thrill, a naughty thrill, to be taken into the jaws of passion by a man double my age.

I shuddered at the thought and squeezed my legs together, fighting back the steady pulse that’s had begun to grow at the sweetest spot on my body.

My heart began to pound as I slid down off the counter top, walked straight past the dryer to the door. I hesitated for a second. What was I doing? He was in the other room, and yet I could feel my body pulling towards him.

I drew in a deep breath and pushed to the door to the kitchen open. The hallway was empty.

“Graham?” I called out loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to actually be heard.

The living room door was only a few feet away, and he was on the other side of it. I could hear him rustling around in there. What was he doing? Cleaning? Perhaps playing with himself? Surely he wouldn’t be doing that with me here. Maybe he was playing with himself because I was here.

“Graham?” I called again, no answer.

Fuck! I couldn’t believe I was doing this, like I couldn’t believe I was even entertaining the idea that he would be interested in me. But what if he was?

A shuffled forward on the soft carpet and reached out to push the door of the living room open. Before my fingers could touch the wood, the door swung inwards, and Graham stood the open hole.

He looked at me with wide eyes and they shocked expression on his face.

“Sophie?” he said, his voice sounding dry.

I stepped back in shock, and as I did so, I stood on the hem of the towel, wrenching it from my grip. It dropped to the floor, revealing every part of me. I crouched down as quickly as I could and grabbed the towel in both hands. As I stood up, he gripped my wrist before I could cover myself fully. I drew in a sharp intake of air from shock.

“You don’t have to put that back on, you know,” he said calmly.

I looked up at him, feeling the skin on my face begin to bloom red. Was this it? Was the stuff of my imagination going to finally become a reality?

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

He let go of my arm and placed both hands on his hips.

At this moment, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. He was going to tell me to get out. Surely, that would be the case. I winced in anticipation, waiting for the inevitable shouting that was going to come, but it never did. All he did was stand there and smile at me, while his eyes darted up and down my body, scanning me. I had never felt more naked in my entire life. It felt like his gaze was piercing My Flesh, and everywhere he looked, my skin crackled with electricity.

“You know I’m double your age, right?” he said, raising one eyebrow.

I nodded but didn’t speak. I couldn’t. It was as if I’d lost my voice. My body felt like it was on fire just from the look he gave me. I crossed my legs where I was standing and squeezed my thighs together, trying to contain the pulsing that had begun to emanate from the place I wished he would just fill.

“I’m not normally like this,” I whispered. “I’ve never…”

“What, a good-looking girl like you?”

“You think I’m good-looking?” I looked up at him and smiled.

He sighed and shook his head. “Much too young and vibrant for me, I’m flattered, but I don’t think I could keep up!”

Was that a rejection, I thought. I pull the tile tighter around my body, covering myself as much as I can. “You don’t want to, then?”

His face broke out into a smile again. “I never said that, did I? I just said I might not be able to keep up.”

“I’m sorry this is all new to me. I’ve never had anyone touch me, I’ve only ever given away my kisses two little boys that wouldn’t know how to pleasure a woman if it’s slapped them in the face!” I said, feeling a little more confident, but the anticipation was still killing me on the inside, though I tried not to show it.