We lunched in a famous fast-food franchise outlet, and eventually got back home about 3pm. Ashley set about trying on her new clothes while I got some tools from the garage and began replacing the rickety old locks on the front and back doors. The doors were fine old Red Cedar, aged and tough, but the locks were gimcrack things you could pop with a knife blade, so I removed them and swapped them with the new ones, one for each door; luckily the locks were the same size, just infinitely sturdier, or I might have had a problem; no issues here with replacing old, imperial-dimensioned locks with metric ones, which is still a real pain in England, and at least now the two doors were secured. I knew how to do this because my father had made me do this same task at home, deciding that a tradesman was an unnecessary expense when he had unpaid labour living in his house and eating his food, so I’d replaced all the locks in the house under his critical eye.
The windows were the same, old and solid, but still with sash-bolts from the 1930’s, completely ineffective and easily opened with a knife blade from outside, so I replaced them all with proper sash-locks, an easy, screw-in job, and ran in the cable for the light and mounted it on the porch. Tomorrow, when I had more time to work out the electrical system, and better light, I would connect it up. I felt a sense of achievement when I’d finished; my family was as safe as I could make them, now they could at least sleep easier at night.
Ashley called me to come and see, so I went to her room, and what a sight I saw! She was wearing a white lace bustiere and miniscule panties, white stockings with lace tops, and black stilettos, her hair back-combed into a bouffant, and her face made-up carefully; she looked stunning, something other parts of me noticed right away!
She smiled and slowly pirouetted. “Like it, Nicky? I bought these especially for you, so you’d better say yes!”
I was speechless, she was an absolute dream, a feast for the eyes, how the boys in her school could be so mean to her was beyond me. I stepped up to her, and she draped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me deeply and meaningfully.
“Now you’ve seen your present, are you going to unwrap it?” she whispered in my ear, my hands instantly sliding down her back to cup and squeeze her lovely taut buttocks, the silky material of her panties clinging sensuously to her smooth skin.
I began unhooking the back of the bustiere, Ashley’s lips glued to mine the whole time, and when the last hook was unclipped, she stood away from me and let it drop to the floor, to stand before me in her panties, her legs long and elegant, the stilettos enhancing the shapely calves and sleek thighs.
I pulled her close to me and kissed her some more, my hands sliding into the waistband of her panties at her hips, sliding them down past her buttocks, down her thighs to let them float to the floor, and now she was naked except for her stockings and high heels.
She popped the button of my jeans, helping me to drag them of and tugging my shirt carefully over my head, so I was now in just my briefs, my erect cock clearly visible to her, the head peeking over the waistband. Ashley kissed me while her hand massaged the front of my briefs, feeling my size and squeezing the shaft through my briefs, her tongue fencing with mine as she groped my cock. She tugged the front of my briefs down, allowing my cock to rear up fully, and she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed gently, sliding the skin back and rubbing her thumb lightly across the head, making me ache as my cock hardened even further, if that was possible.
I slid my hand down her flat stomach and between her legs, feeling the warmth of her pussy as she began to respond to my kissing and fondling of her, her labia dewy and slick with her secretions. I teased her lips apart, sliding my finger into the warm recess, her lips parting against mine as she softly gasped, and her hand on my neck pulling me in closer to kiss her harder. I rubbed and frigged her gently, her hips moving against my hand, pushing herself against me, until she broke our kiss to urge me towards the bed. I stepped away from her and she immediately pushed my briefs down until I could kick them off to be completely naked with her.
Ashley climbed onto the bed and turned to smile invitingly at me, and I wasted no time in joining her, sliding onto the bed and pulling her close to me to taste her lips and fondle her as we kissed.
She slid down the bed and onto her back, and I dipped my head down to nibble and graze on her sweet nipples, enjoying the firm rubbery nubs against my tongue and teeth, making her gasp and twitch as I pulled them gently with my teeth, one hand steadily rubbing and teasing her labia, dipping in and out, circling her clitoris, making her gasp as her face and neck flushed, the flush spreading down to her throat and chest. Now I kissed between her breasts, lapping a trail down her firm abdomen, to point my tongue into her little jewel of a navel, licking and teasing her.
Ashley groaned, and twined her fingers in my hair, whispering to me “Now Nicky, I need you now!”
I moved between her thighs, Ashley parting her legs for me and taking hold of me, guiding me, and smiling when she was ready. I gently pushed forward, feeling her open up for me, the moist heat wonderfully exciting against the swollen head of my penis. I sank into her, Ashley groaning contentedly as I filled her up again, and when I was in up to the hilt, I began pumping into her, her hips rising to meet mine as we danced together, in perfect harmony, our bodies perfectly matched in need and motion.
I could feel my orgasm building, and she also was approaching climax, her thrusts against me more urgent, more insistent, her head thrown back as she held me with her interlaced fingers around the back of my neck, using me as leverage to thrust against me.
She came with a long, guttural moan, her pussy walls clamping tight around me and her back arching as her orgasm flared through her, her juices squirting from her and coating my midsection with her warmth. The sensation was too much for me, and I gave a deep groan as I came, emptying myself into her in long, pulsing jets of sperm shooting into her innermost recesses. We held that pose until our mutual orgasms died away, strained and straining muscles and tendons finally relaxing as I collapsed against her, her lips seeking out mine as we tenderly kissed in the afterglow of our passion.
I rolled over, taking her with me, her stocking-clad legs on either side of me as I once again clasped hold of her delightful, pneumatic little bum, marvelling again at the taut, firm springiness of her cheeks, the firm muscular flesh, the way they fitted my hands, as though cast for that very purpose.
“We have to get dressed, Mom will be home in an hour or so, and I need to put some dinner on,” she murmured, fingers running up and down my chest, “plus I need another shower, and we need to air this room out!”
I grinned, there was a definite smell of sex in the air, and I really needed another shower too!
We reluctantly climbed off the bed, Ashley retrieving her bustiere and panty set, and rolling down her stockings. “I better put these somewhere safe; Lord knows what she’ll think if she finds them!” she grinned wickedly, padding around the room naked, her long, lithe, dancer’s body a graceful, sexy and erotic sight.
We had another quick shower together, Ashley once again helping me with my back, and once we’d dried off and gotten dressed, she went into the kitchen to start dinner while I cleared up and made up a set of keys for each of us for the new locks I’d fitted.
We’d just sat down to watch some TV when there was a knock at the door, and I opened it to Mom.
“Honey, you installed new locks, how wonderful!” she grinned, and Ashley smiled at her.”Sorry Mom, usually I can hear the car from three blocks away, looks like Nicky did a real good job on it, I didn’t hear you coming at all!”
I gave Mom her new keys, and showed her how the window bolts worked, and she hugged me. I looked at her and was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
“Oh Nicky, you don’t know what this means to us, to have a man in the house again, someone who can do these things for us, it’s like having …!” She turned away to wipe at her eyes, but I knew what she had nearly said, that it was like having her husband back to do the things that keep a house and family safe and secure. Well she had me now, and I would do my best to keep my family safe.
After dinner, Mom asked Ashley to take me around, show me the neighborhood, so we went for a drive, and I got to see where the local shops were, the local bars, although I had no interest in those, and Ashley’s High School. I noted the location, and the route, as I planned on taking her to school from now on, and collecting her; I was wary of the locals after what had happened to her, so I wasn’t taking any chances. I asked her if I could drive back, I had a full UK license, so she gave me the keys. “Knock yourself out, stud!” she grinned, “Just remember to stay on the right; you’re not in England anymore!”
I’m not really a big fan of automatics, I learned to drive, as does nearly everyone in Britain, in a stick-shift, but I knew how to drive one, so we swapped seats and Ashley piloted me home, pointing out the traffic signs and what they meant. It felt really good, driving a great big American car down a wide urban road with a pretty girl under my arm, and I thought to myself “I could get used to this, oh yes!”
We pulled up at a set of lights and another car pulled up next to us, the two girls sitting in it staring at us, making me feel uncomfortable, but Ashley just looked up at me and grinned that pixie grin of hers, so I pulled her closer and pulled away when the lights changed.