Lilly’s first Hand Job

** All characters in this story are 16 and older *******The knock on the door came as a surprise at first, but then I remembered that we had organized for Lilly from across the street to come and look after the kids while my wife and I went out for a work function dinner and drinks.As Angela, my wife, was still in the en-suite blow-drying her hair, I jumped up off the couch expecting to open the door to who I thought would be the awkward, shy young girl whose family had lived directly across from us for as long as I could recall. Instead, when I casually opened the front door, I received quite a surprise.Replacing my mental image of a short, scruffy brown-haired girl with braces was the now very grown up looking 16 year old Lilly. While still shorter than my 5 ft 9, she was clearly taller than I recalled. However, it wasn’t her height that caught my attention. It was a warm afternoon so she was dressed for comfort with cute blue shorts made from a very thin fabric, revealing the outline of darker underwear. She also had on a very bright yellow top, which highlighted the perfect set of very ample breasts that defied gravity and hugged her cotton tee tightly.I had only a second to make this observation when I was met with yet another surprise. No sooner had I fully opened the front door when Lilly beamed at me bonus veren siteler with a big smile and stepped inside with an enthusiastic hug. “Hi Mr. Andrews,” she said, still beaming. At that point, Lilly perhaps realized that pressing herself against me so enthusiastically may have been just a bit too friendly. She she took half a step back and reset herself, her eyes darting to the ground.I took this opportunity to quickly look her over head to toe. Her hair was quite long and neat and was tied back in a ponytail that hung forward over her shoulder. Under her well-developed breasts that surprised me, I noticed that her frame was otherwise quite thin but filled out in all the right places. She was, dare I say, a perfect 10…and lucky for me was now 16 years old and ripe for the picking.Before I could say a word Angela appeared from the bedroom en-suite , still wrapped in a towel, and greeted Lilly with a smile. “‘Come on in Lilly, you’re just in time. We’re heading off in 5 minutes. Just make yourself at home”. Lilly did just that, regaining her earlier excitement, skipping forward into the house to see the kids. I paused a moment before closing the front door to watch her skipping along, with those wonderful breasts bouncing as she went.For a teenager, it was an easy gig for easy bedava bahis money. Basically Lilly just had to hang out with the kids for an hour, tuck them into bed, and then watch TV until we got home. After Angela gave Lilly her instructions for the evening, we headed out for dinner and drinks.It was a work related function so the next few hours went quite slowly and I found myself reflecting on that friendly hug that Lilly had given me when I opened the door for her earlier that evening. Her young, full and firm breasts felt wonderful for that brief moment when she said hello and pressed against me, but I imagined that they would feel even better in my hands. Of course that could never happen. I’m sure that by now Lilly would have a boyfriend and would not be seeking out the attention of someone old enough to be her father, but at least it was a thought that I could carry with me when I fucked my wife after we got home.Actually, by that time, it was looking like sex was off the cards for the night as Angela had just had a few too many drinks of wine and could barely stand after our night out. When we got though the front door, I helped her straight into bed and said I would check the kids, sort out paying Lilly for her time, and make sure she got home safely too.As expected, I found Lilly deneme bonus plonked down on the couch watching TV with the kids having gone to bed upstairs hours ago. Once again I was met with that lovely beaming smile from earlier. “Oh hey Mr. Andrews, how was your night?” she said, jumping up from the couch. But she was just a bit too chirpy, I thought, and I detected that she was slurring her words a little. As if she saw me processing the situation, once again her eyes went to the floor and the smile receded. “So, where’s Mrs. Andrews?” she said as if trying to divert my attention from my current thoughts.”She had a pretty big night and went straight to bed, and it looks like perhaps you’ve been doing the same,” I said, as I fished a vodka-mixed cocktail bottle out from behind one of the cushions on the couch and held it up to her face. Immediately the smile from Lilly’s face fell. “I thought it would be ok to have a few drinks after I put the kids to bed.” But she couldn’t have been more wrong.I was furious. “We’re not paying to you to sit on our couch getting drunk Lilly. If you think I’m mad, just wait until I tell Angela!”At this point, not only had the smile gone from her pretty face, but tears began to fall down her cheeks and Lilly slumped back down on the couch. “‘Oh please don’t tell Mrs Andrews, I couldn’t bear it if she was angry with me and told my parents.”At that moment my wave of anger had passed and I felt sorry for Lilly. It also helped that she was so damn cute. “Listen” I said, “perhaps we can just let it slide this time but it can’t happen again.”