It was a dinner-date celebration.As I didn’t expect to see him until much later, I decided to take the few hours before he arrived just for some "me...time". I turned on the TV and started to watch the movie “Love Story”. I lay on the couch in my living room fully clothed except for my jeans. I planned to start getting worked up in front of the TV and then to take a shower, the one with the removable nozzle.As the film washed over me, my mind wandered and my hand crept slowly down my front and. That brought a smile on her face. When we reached her place, she asked me if I wanted to come inside, I said sure.When I entered, her place was empty, she said that her family has gone for a wedding and she has the whole place to herself.We sat on the couch talking. Slowly, we came close and leaned while talking. She had a flick of hair on her face and I fixed it with my hand while she looked at me, it felt as if it was a movie. I couldn’t resist her pretty face and gave her a quick peck on her. Robinson, he held on to me and asked how I was. I told him what I had been doing since we moved. After we talked I asked him why he didn't have any hair on his chest and crotch. He laughed and said, after working outdoors all day,the sweat stuck to it and starts to stink. I finally built up the courage to ask him if he'd show me how to shave. He smiled and said normally I wouldn't, but considering you're dad's passed, and you're like a second son to me, I'll help you if that's what you want. I. My glasses are pointing down at the plan but my eyes are on Her. And there they stay, opening wide as She pulls Her skirt up slightly to straighten Her stocking. Then She tuts and lifts it again, to Her stocking-top and fiddles with that – Her hem barely an inch below Her knix. I’m mesmerised of course and I can’t think about whether She knows I’m gawping at Her now, red-faced and breathless, knobby dampening my underpants already. For a full 2 or 3 minutes She fiddles with Her suspender, then.