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kweensheba:
Her cotton shorts were of the kind that a man would wish to smoothen with his hands. Now, I could see that the top had the words, 'Honey Girl' written across it.

She should be busty; the big swelling on her chest amply suggested this.

"I think I really like the taste of the wine,' she said, gulping down the drink.

"Hey, be careful. It can get you intoxicated. Just be careful," I warned. "The drink has quite a punch."

She giggled. "Alright, I understand what you mean perfectly."

We talked of easy things as we sat there: her studies at the university, her plans to how she could secure a good, and stuff like that.

Gradually, as the drinks went into our stomachs, some awkwardness melted away. She seemed to very much relax now. Looking so cool and innocent, she gulped the rest of the drink in her glass down.

"Can I have another one?" she asked.

My own glass was empty by this moment and I could already feel the warmth in my empty stomach, the swimming in my head, as the triple shot coursed through my system.

My better judgment, which was usually quite sound, had taken a hit as well since serving her another drink didn't seem like a bad idea at all.

I grinned at her. "Sure," I told her, standing up and grabbing both glasses. "Another round, coming up." I began as I poured the drinks into the glasses. "There is one aspect you've not told me about. You've not told me about your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" She asked as if the question was out of place.

I nodded. I handed he glass to her.

"Well, let's just say I'm concentrating on my studies for now. I have no boyfriend."

That was hard to believe and I was certainly not going to believe that.

"Hmmm," I said thoughtfully, a slight gleam returning to my eyes, a gleam that seemed to be directed at her this time.

"That is very interesting. So, all you do is read and study over there?"

Without hesitation, she nodded. "And apart from that, I also think a lot of those guys are just loafers - bunch of unserious guys that it is better I do without."

She smiled wryly. "Some guys are just a bunch of assholes. Sorry about my saying that."

"You're excused," I said. "And you're right. A lot of us guys could be assholes." That would include me, I thought grimly.

A giggle came from her. "No, guys like you are different, from what I could see. In fact, you're very sweet. When I finally find the right guy, I think I will like him to be someone just like you."

"A lonely lawyer with two kids?"

She giggled again. "It does not matter if he's a lawyer or not. I want a nice guy. A guy who knows how to listen." She downed the rest of her drink. "One more?" she asked.

"Okay," I told her, taking her glass. "But that's it. You drink any more after that and you'll be smashed. I don't really want to explain to your mummy how you got smashed at my house."

"One more," she agreed. "And I promise I won't ask for more."

I gave her a fresh drink and, even though my own was still half full, I refreshed it as well. When I sat down on the couch I saw that Kate had turned towards me a little more, which served to open up the view of the hem of her shorts again.

It was even higher than it had been before, not quite high enough to get a peak at her panties, but up there.




The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

kweensheba:
Her cotton shorts were of the kind that a man would wish to smoothen with his hands. Now, I could see that the top had the words, 'Honey Girl' written across it.

She should be busty; the big swelling on her chest amply suggested this.

"I think I really like the taste of the wine,' she said, gulping down the drink.

"Hey, be careful. It can get you intoxicated. Just be careful," I warned. "The drink has quite a punch."

She giggled. "Alright, I understand what you mean perfectly."

We talked of easy things as we sat there: her studies at the university, her plans to how she could secure a good, and stuff like that.

Gradually, as the drinks went into our stomachs, some awkwardness melted away. She seemed to very much relax now. Looking so cool and innocent, she gulped the rest of the drink in her glass down.

"Can I have another one?" she asked.

My own glass was empty by this moment and I could already feel the warmth in my empty stomach, the swimming in my head, as the triple shot coursed through my system.

My better judgment, which was usually quite sound, had taken a hit as well since serving her another drink didn't seem like a bad idea at all.

I grinned at her. "Sure," I told her, standing up and grabbing both glasses. "Another round, coming up." I began as I poured the drinks into the glasses. "There is one aspect you've not told me about. You've not told me about your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" She asked as if the question was out of place.

I nodded. I handed he glass to her.

"Well, let's just say I'm concentrating on my studies for now. I have no boyfriend."

That was hard to believe and I was certainly not going to believe that.

"Hmmm," I said thoughtfully, a slight gleam returning to my eyes, a gleam that seemed to be directed at her this time.

"That is very interesting. So, all you do is read and study over there?"

Without hesitation, she nodded. "And apart from that, I also think a lot of those guys are just loafers - bunch of unserious guys that it is better I do without."

She smiled wryly. "Some guys are just a bunch of assholes. Sorry about my saying that."

"You're excused," I said. "And you're right. A lot of us guys could be assholes." That would include me, I thought grimly.

A giggle came from her. "No, guys like you are different, from what I could see. In fact, you're very sweet. When I finally find the right guy, I think I will like him to be someone just like you."

"A lonely lawyer with two kids?"

She giggled again. "It does not matter if he's a lawyer or not. I want a nice guy. A guy who knows how to listen." She downed the rest of her drink. "One more?" she asked.

"Okay," I told her, taking her glass. "But that's it. You drink any more after that and you'll be smashed. I don't really want to explain to your mummy how you got smashed at my house."

"One more," she agreed. "And I promise I won't ask for more."

I gave her a fresh drink and, even though my own was still half full, I refreshed it as well. When I sat down on the couch I saw that Kate had turned towards me a little more, which served to open up the view of the hem of her shorts again.

It was even higher than it had been before, not quite high enough to get a peak at her panties, but up there.




The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110