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- Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
“Hmmm, there are some nicks here.” She rubbed her finger along the edge.
“Really?” Pretending to be surprised, I walked over and bending over stared at where her finger was.
“Yup, here and here.” She moved her finger a few inches to the left.
“Huh.” I grunted, and then lifted my eyes to stare down her shirt.
This close I could see more of the black lace cup of her bra and could just make out a little of the pink flesh around her nipple peeking out.
“Well it is used.” I shrugged, as I straightened up.
“True, but the ad said perfect condition.”
She came around to my side and looked at one of the chairs. She squatted down to tug on the rungs and the move caused her dress to ride up and flash me the bottoms of her well rounded ass cheeks.
“This one’s loose.” She wiggled it and acting like I cared enough to look at it, I came around the other side of the chair, giving up my view of her ass cheeks to get another good look down her dress. “And there are a few nicks on the top of it too.”
“Well you can just take a wood filler stick to them and sand it a bit.” I told her, “It’s not a lot of work.”
“I guess not.” She stood up and shrugged, making her tits jiggle. “So, how much?”
“It’s right in the ad, four fifty.” I forced my gaze up to her face now that she was paying attention.
“But it has all those nicks.” She pointed out, “Can you do a little better for me?”
“Well,” I stroked my chin, pretending to mull it over. “You did come all the way over here and I can tell you really like it….how about four hundred?” I winked, “Just for you.”
“You mean the price you really wanted.” She returned the wink, “Come on, Kenny give me a real deal.”
“That’s the best I can do.” I told her.
“Aw, but honey.” She pushed her lips into a pout, “I really want this table!” She lowered her head and with her blue eyes peering out from beneath her long lashes added, “Please? Please give me a better deal?”
“I…well…”
She gave me a big smile as I stammered and I thought this so wasn’t fair. “Tell you what; I’ll give you two fifty.”
“Two fifty? That’s not even close.”
“But it’s all I have.” She pouted again, “And it would look so good in my house.” She sighed, “It would make me really happy.”
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can.” She said, “Come on, Kenny, do a girl a favor.” She moved closer to me and was now so close her breasts were almost touching my chest. “Pretty please?”
“Sorry, but my dad said not to take less than four hundred.” Soon as I spoke I wanted to slap myself in the head, God, I’d just made myself sound pathetic.
She turned away from me and walked up to the table, “Honey, we have to work something out because I so want this!”
“Jasmine I can’t go…”
My words faded away when she bent all the way over the table to run her hands over the opposite end. Her dress rose all the way up, showing off her well rounded ass that was bare except for the thin black string of her thong, between her smooth, white ass cheeks.
“God I want this.” She said in a soft, sexy purr, “Haven’t you ever wanted anything so bad you could taste it, Kenny?”
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Her Best Offer
By
Laura Lovecraft
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PUBLISHED BY: L.L. Craft Publications
Her Best Offer
Copyright © 2015 by Laura Lovecraft
Chapter One
I awoke to the sound of my cell ringing and groaning as I rolled over to grab it from the nightstand saw it was only eight. Who the hell was calling me at eight on a Saturday morning? I’d gotten up at six to see my parents off on their weekend trip to New Hampshire and then gratefully crawled back into bed.
Without dad bugging me to do chores or mom waking me up to ask if I were hungry, I’d looked forward to sleeping in. I rolled over and grabbing the phone off my night stand, saw it was a local number, but didn’t recognize it.
I was ready to reject the call and go back to sleep when I remember the damn ad dad insisted on running this weekend. Not that I thought anyone would call right away and sure as hell not this early, but…
The phone stopped ringing.
“Oh, too bad.” I muttered.
Keeping the phone next to me, I rolled over on my back and sighed disgustedly. We were getting rid of a lot of old furniture that had been in the basement, plus our old maple dining room table, and hutch.
I’d helped pull everything into the main area of the basement and clean it all off and figured my part was done. Then dad dropped the bomb on me that he was running the ad this weekend while they were away.
He said it would be good for me to handle the responsibility of selling it, but I knew he was doing it to make sure I didn’t stray too far from the house because people would be calling. Not that I had anywhere to really go these days, not since Becky had broken things off a few weeks ago.
Now I went to class, worked at Starbucks and moped around. I’d managed the weekend off in case something fun came up with the folks gone, and that was when dad promptly decided to start selling the stuff this weekend, seeing I’d “be around”
I’d just started to doze off when the phone rang again. Opening my eyes halfway I noticed it was the same number. Seriously? Annoyed, I answered, “Yeah?”
“Why hello!” A woman’s voice responded, “I’m calling about the ad for the furniture!”
“Uh, it’s a little early don’t you think?” I asked, that was probably rude, but what the hell? Didn’t she know it was Saturday morning?
“Sorry, but the ad said to call this number after eight am.”
Fucking dad. I could just picture him grinning when he typed up the ad this morning.
“Right.” I sighed, closing my eyes. “What were you interested in?”
“Oh, that maple dining room table is to die for!”
My eyes opened at her words. I’d been so aggravated the first few seconds of the call, I hadn’t really noticed her voice, but the way she had purred those last words caught my attention. Her voice was low and sultry, kind of…smoky, the word came to me from a story I’d read once.
“Yeah, it’s a nice piece, it’s actually handmade.” I talked it up as dad had told me too.
“I can see that, the pictures are very detailed, can I come see it?” While she spoke and I concentrated more on her voice, I swore she sounded familiar.
“Sure, when do you want to come take a look?” Please say noon.
“The ad said Cranston, whereabouts?”
“We’re at fifty Somerset.” I told her.
“Oooh that’s only a few minutes from here, can I come right now?”
“That’s kind of soon.”
“Please?” She asked, “I really want that table! Please let me come see it early?”
The word please uttered in that phone sex style voice had me wondering what she looked like. She definitely sounded older and I grinned at the thought she might be a hot cougar. Figuring I was now wide awake I may as well make her happy and possibly sell something and it would be one less thing to deal with.
“How about quarter to nine?”
“Thank you, sweetie!” She chirped, “My name’s Jasmine and I’ll be over soon.”
“Okay.”
“Who do I ask for, what’s your name, honey?” She asked,
“Kenny.” I answered thinking, Honey? Yup, older for her.
“Thank you so much, Kenny! I can’t wait to see it!” At that moment I had to admit I couldn’t wait to see if she looked as good as she sounded. “Promise you won’t let anyone else see it before me.”
“Promise.” Who the hell else would call this early, but feeling a little flirty I added, “Just because you sound so nice.”
“Oh, a [...]
