A Gentleman? Next Door

[AndreaSubbie]

A Gentleman? Next Door (Closed)

Andrea was excited about going to University soon. She’d been poring over the various brochures she’d been getting, trying to sort them into some order for her applications. As she flicked through she sighed, knowing they weren’t the calibre her parents wanted for her. But she had to realistic, surely? Just because they lectured at Uni, it didn’t follow that she would be as brainy? She dreaded the day when her results would plop through the door and she had to face the unspoken criticism, the judging looks, the sighs of disappointment, the “well I’m sure you did as well as you could, dear,” comments.

But to escape! To get to Uni and be herself! That’s all she wanted really, to be herself, free, a free spirit, appreciated for who she is, her own merits. Leave this sheltered town behind. Stretch out! Be different! Yeah, who was she kidding? The only thing she did well was swimming. At least, she did ok. But she did get some nice appreciative looks at matches and from visiting team coaches. The thought made her smile. She had to admit her slim frame and nice figure looked pretty good in a swimsuit. Ok, so she wasn’t really big on top, but she did have a shapely bum and nice legs. Not that anyone would get to appreciate it. Mum and dad were always too busy to take her on holiday, and wouldn’t let her go with just her friends.

But Uni! That was going to be different.

Her musings were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling in next door. She couldn’t tell which side, and couldn’t be bothered to look out her window at the other houses. Maybe it was that nice man just moved in? She’d noticed him going out for a run most mornings, and coming home with dates quite often. Were they dates or his nieces? Maybe he was an Uncle in a large family? Anyway, none of her business. She didn't judge anyone. She knew too well how it felt.

Now where was she? Oh yes, Uni! A new beginning. Like she had the courage.

 

[Gabe619]

Malcolm Gravener, Mac to his friends, was 54 years old, but if you met him in the street you would be forgiven thinking he was still in his early to mid 40's. Time had been good to him, either that or the amount of work he put into making sure his body was fit and toned. A self made man, Mac ran his own law firm out of the big city and was a renowned lawyer if you moved in those circles with an almost 100% closer rate on his clients. He was opening a satellite office in this small town though so had rented a house in the suburbs to be closer to the work. He could of course have stayed in a high price hotel, but he enjoyed being out here with other people, normal people. In some ways, he admitted, it made him feel more elite seeing how they lived, but in other ways it reminded him where he came from. He might wear thousand dollar suits, but he remembered his roots. It was one of the things that made him such an effective lawyer. He fought for every inch of ground and never backed down. He was a winner, he dominated the court room, his offices and a lot of the people he worked with and knew.

He pulled his Aston Martin into the drive way of the house and stepped out, stretching his back and reaching into the car for his briefcase. At 6'1, Mac was tall and well built. His white dress shirt clung to his chest showing off the muscles beneath before he slipped his grey suit jacket on. The matching grey pants also clung in all the right places as they had been tailored to do. Locking the car he walked to the front door of his house where he paused and looked up at a window of his neighbours house. He knew who slept in that room, Andrea. A lovely girl who he could tell had to fight for every kind word from her parents. It was such a shame, she had talent, and looks. She could be anything she wanted to be, but only if she could get out from under her parents thumb. They had spoken briefly time to time, a hello here and there, but nothing to much more. He hadn't really lived here long enough yet to be invited over for drinks or a family bbq, but he figured he might at some point.

If Malcolm Gravener had any failing he supposed it would be his fondness for young girls. He had spoken of it to his therapist who had stated it was probably just a way for him to cling to his youth as he grew older. He didn't disagree, it made sense, and yet he recalled that even in his 20's, 30's and 40's his taste had always been to the younger side of life. He dated girls who were the right age to be his nieces or younger daughters perhaps and so far none had ever left unsatisfied with his attentions. He enjoyed night clubs and could dance and chat up girls as successfully now as he ever had. He knew his money didn't hurt in that regard, but he was also not to modest as to realise his looks got young women to open their legs just as much as his wallet did. No, young Andrea had piqued his interest and when that happened he considered it a challenge. He could help her in a lot of ways, financially obviously, but also he thought helping her out of the shell her parents had wrapped her in. She desperately needed a wardrobe change he considered with a small smile, and perhaps with his tutelage she could flower into the beauty she really was inside. He opened his front door and stepped inside. he would have to consider his plans for Andrea. He couldn't move to fast, and yet he must find a way into her life.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Her train of thought lost, Andrea sighed and got to her feet, looking through the bedroom window to the houses nearby.

His Aston was there in the driveway, so it was him who'd just come home. She thought she detected the throaty growl of the distinctive engine. Andrea was just in time to see him walk to his door, and notice he glanced up toward her window. Had he seen her? Would he be cross with her, thinking she was being nosey?

She was very aware of Mr Gravener, but who wouldn't be? He stood out in every respect visually. The colour of his skin, his powerful muscular body, his expensive car, his beautiful clothes. She sighed. What must it be like to move in cirlces like his, she wondered.

Her eyes swivelled to his house, the nearest. With the curtains all open still she again admired his tasteful decor. It just said 'style'. Though why he would have what looked like a dog lead on each corner of the guest room bed escaped her. He didn't even have a dog.

Leaning her elbows on the windowledge she gazed down the street from house to house, wondering what was going on in each home. Were there other girls like her yearning to get away? Or were they all happy families, like the old tv series the Waltons that mum and dad kept comparing themselves to?

Or were they single, successful people like Mr G? He was very rich, but was he happy? Did he know the secrets both of success and happiness? It was unlikely she'd ever find out, but it didn't hurt to ponder.

 

[Gabe619]

Mac walked through the house to the kitchen, finding a beer in the fridge and popping it to drink deeply. With a sigh he walked back into the living room where he had placed his briefcase and kicked off his shoes. Then beer in hand he headed upstairs to his bedroom. He knew that is faced Andrea's almost straight on, but so far he had not seen the young beauty in there. To be honest he hadn't really looked. His interest in her was new, and he knew that when starting on a new conquest you moved slowly, letting them feel the pace, even SET the pace if needed till they were comfortable. Usually he closed the curtains when he got home as he was a nudist indoors, but today ... today he didn't. He calmly took another drink of beer then placed it on the bedside table and slowly stripped. He took his time and not once did he look out his window toward the house next door. His shirt came off and he stretched his muscular shoulders, then he slowly undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped. He peeled the pants off his toned hips and thighs and down his legs and laid them neatly on the bed alongside the shirt. Now he stood in just the tight black boxers which blended perfectly with his jet black skin. He ran a hand over the crotch to adjust himself, then thumbs in the waistband he pushed the boxers down to and threw them into the laundry basket.

Now fully naked, Mac walked around his room nonchalantly, doing things which were normal for anyone in the bedroom accept he was naked as the day he was born. His tight toned ass was round, smooth and hard, his chest had a little hair, but the six pack was more than evident, but it was what was between his legs that usually got the girls attention. He shaved smooth down there which only made his cock seem all the bigger to the girls he dated. Right now his cock was at semi attention, swollen a little, the cut thick smooth cock head just lifting a little. At full mast he was 9" long and as thick as a red bull can. Not many women could take him all the way, and some hadn't even wanted to get close to it after they saw it. But even then he was proud of what he had. One reason he was a nudist. The old adage if you've got it, flaunt it, was at least in this regard close to his heart. He turned and walked out the room and to the bathroom to shower before he relaxed in his den. He smiled to himself as he wondered if young Andrea had been watching. He could usually tell if a girl had peeked, the way they behaved around him changed. Now he was very curious to see Andrea again, to see if how she treated him had changed from the shy innocent to a curious innocent.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She could easily follow his progress through the house since he seemed to be keeping to the rooms on this side. She watched him as he walked about, admiring the grace of his movements, the obvious power in his muscles.

She was fascinated with muscles.

How they looked, flexed, changed shape. And Mr G looked like he had some.

Her eyes drifted to the other houses along the street and back, and found him in his bedroom.

Oops, he was undressing! Poor man had forgotten to close his curtains! What should she do? She couldn't phone him, they didn't have his number. She could go round pretending they needed to borrow something, but she had no idea what.

In panic she ducked down till only her eyes and forehead were above the windowledge and saw his shirt come off.

Oh my! Talk about muscles! She just stared. He was beautiful. She couldn't remember seeing anyone so beautiful. The colour, the sheen, even from this distance.

Oh no! he was undoing his belt.

"Turn away girl, go somewhere else!" she told herself while staring at him.

The pants came down ... oh my, just shorts. He won't. He's not really going to, FUCK he did! Shit he's walking around. He's ... no that can't be ... he must have a belt on ... that must be a belt tail ... no way is that him ... is it? can a man really hang down that far? Its kinda pointing forward a bit, where a belt would just hang down. If only she had binoculars!

He went into the shower before she could really work out if she'd just seen what she thought she'd seen.

Turning her back to the wall she slid down till she was sitting on the floor, and closed her mouth.

She was in shock. She was in awe. Was she in love? She was smitten, but maybe she just had an enormous crush. Enormous, that made her giggle. Yes, she was fairly certain she really had seen what she thought she'd seen.

 

[Gabe619]

After showering, Mac left the bathroom as naked as he had entered and headed downstairs. He kept a robe hanging by the door in case someone called over, he never answered the door naked just in case some lightweight couldn't take what he saw and called the police on him. Beer in hand he dropped onto the couch and turned on the tv. He sat there, legs open watching news, relaxing, drinking feeling the stress of the day leaving his body. He had been thinking while showering. How to first intrigue Andrea. He had what he thought was a good first step. Every morning he went jogging, usually a 4-5 miles there and back, kept him in shape and a couple of days a week he used the gym at his office complex. He could tell Andrea was in shape, probably from the PE classes at her school or some sport she did. He would offer to take her on a run with him. But do it in a way that made it feel like she was making the choice, not him.

He looked away from tv toward the window. He could see her house so close, just the other side of the alley that divided their properties. It was getting darker, he should put on the lights, but if he did he would have to close the curtains. At night anyone could see inside his house with the lights on and curtains open, and if her father or mother looked ... well ... maybe her mother wouldn't mind, he considered with a small smile, but he was pretty sure her father wouldn't be pleased.

He waited another hour as darkness fell then deciding she had had enough time to check him out if she had even been looking at all he stood and walked to the windows. He looked out, standing right before them uncaring, before reaching out and pulling the curtains closed. He did this all over the house leaving his bedroom windows facing Andrea's bedroom till last. From here she was the only one in her house who could see him so here he turned the light on. He again took his time, standing right in front of the window, mere feet from her own dark one, he smiled slightly as if he could see her watching not know if she was, then closed the curtains. He chuckled to himself and headed downstairs to do a little work before bed.

The next morning he rose and headed to the bathroom, a quick show and shave later and he headed back to his bedroom to slip into his jogging gear. he usually wore tight support boxers to hold his cock and balls in place under his spandex running shorts, but this morning he decided not to. Sometimes you just had to be brave and take a leap of faith. So all he wore was the black spandex shorts that ran from just above the knee to the waist. He looked down, even soft his cock bulged the material and it felt a little weird having no support there, but also kind of liberating too. He grinned and slipped on a tight white tshirt and headed outside. The morning was gorgeous, bright, clear, just a hint of a chill in the air. He stood outside his front door and wondered how to proceed. If he simply walked over, knocked and asked if Andrea would like to join him on a run that would spark her parents suspicion, he knew how strict they were with her already overhearing how they spoke to her. So how to get her to join him? He stood considering the problem as he watched the neighbourhood slowly wake around him.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It was five minutes before his usual time to go jogging. Mr G might have moved in only a short time ago but she knew a bit of his schedule. She always heard the sound of his door as she was waking up, but today she already had a t shirt and sweat pants on and was peeping out her window.

After her spying of yesterday she'd gone downstairs to spend the evening with her parents, reading an English assignment while they'd watched tv. When it was time for bed she'd looked across to his house but all the curtains had been closed.

Sighing with relief she'd got herself ready and snuggled down, but couldn't help wondering about what she'd seen. Getting up again she'd taken three pairs of socks from her drawer and stuffed five of the items into the sixth, which of course was a black sock. Hugging it to her breasts she got back under the covers, her fingers exploring the length and width, rubbing it on her cheek, even kissing it. She'd fallen asleep with it pressed firmly between her legs.

Aha! There! She saw his door open and she hurried downstairs, grabbed the rubbish bag out of the kitchen bin and scurried through the kitchen door to the bins on his side of the house, noisily throwing in the tied up bag.

As if she didn't know he'd be there she looked up shyly to the front of his house, and gave a weak smile and wave of recognintion, her eyes dropping the crotch of his shorts. There was a significant lump in there and she unconsciously licked her lips.

 

[Gabe619]

"Good morning, Andrea." Malcolm said with a wide smile and a wave. "Your up early aren't you?"

He noticed she was dressed as if to go running and that made him wonder. He walked down the alley toward her making sure he just acted totally normal, ignoring the fact his unsupported cock and balls were straining at the thin spandex of his shorts.

"Are your parents up yet?" He asked stopping before her and looking down into her pretty face and gorgeous eyes. He enjoyed her shyness, for now, that would change if he had his way, but she would always be his. "I was just heading off for my morning jog ... would you care to join me?"

He asked it in an off hand fashion as if he fully expected her to say no. His smile lit up his face and he made sure to watch her closely paying her his full attention.

"I understand if you can't of course. I am sure you are a busy young lady with lots to do. Perhaps your parents need you for something? But it would be nice to have the company of such a beautiful young lady on such a gorgeous morning."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Er, no I'm not busy," she managed to gasp out, suddenly overcoming a temporary inability to talk. She'd dragged her eyes from the swinging livestock fighting in the front of his shorts.

"I, er, I was doing chores sir, ya know? Kitchen rubbish ha ha," she laughed nervously, unsure how to talk to a man like Mr G. And after what she'd seen last night she was a bit embarassed. He was like the school Principal, except he wasn't.

The Principal would never call her gorgeous. Was she? Maybe he was just teasing her? She looked up again into his face, searching for a sign that he was mocking her, or judging her, or just generally disappointed in her?

"Mum and dad are still in bed, so I got maybe half an hour which is way too short, you always go further than that, I wasn't meaning to actually run with you, just..." still she searched his face. "And anyway, I'd just slow you down, let you down, like I do everyone else," and here she glanced back to her house, to where she felt most judged, where she always felt she was a disappointment.

Taking a deep breath, she continued, "but you're right, it is a beautiful day, and I like beautiful things, " her eyes skipping down to his shorts again, then back to his face.

"Would you really run with me? Actually want me to run with you? Keep you company, I mean? Me?"

 

[Gabe619]

"Andrea, I can think of nothing I would enjoy more the running with you this morning. And don't you worry about slowing me down, I think you might surprise yourself, a fit young girl like you, I am sure you could easily keep up with an old man like me."

The smile didn't waver in the least and his sincerity came through strong as he looked her over and slowly and gently reached out to brush a lose hair from her face.

"If you have chores I understand, its important you finish what you start, but I doubt you are such a girl who ignores important things like that. I am sure you are a wonderful daughter, loyal, loving, beautiful, who could want more in their girl than that." He casually reached down to adjust himself not taking his eyes off her face having seen her gaze flicking down from time to time.

"But its also important to have a little fun in life, and a half hour run with your neighbour isn't going to ruin anything is it? Your parents don't even have to know if you like. I can keep a secret, in fact its my job to keep them and I am very good at it. But if you want to come running you should grab your phone just in case, and I'll wait for you at the end of the drive, ok? Is that what you wear to run, Andrea?" He asked looking her over. "You really should have shorts like these, they make it so much easier." His hands caressed over his crotch, thighs and ass to emphasis his point. "If you like I could buy you some? It's no big deal, one of my clients is a sporting goods manufacturer, I can get a very good deal."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I'll just be a second, sir, don't go without me!" And smiling her most beautiful smile at him she rushed back inside, going up to her room as quickkly and quietly as she could.

What was it he'd called her? Beautiful? loving? loyal? She could feel a lightness grow inside her; no one said stuff like that to her. And then there was all that about keeping their secret, like he wouldn't drop her in it with Mum and Dad. He was way better than the Principal.

"Shit fuck bugger! SHORTS!" she rummaged through her PE gear until she found her hockey skirt. No, he said shorts! She only had summer shorts? Grabbing a pair of very loose cutoff denims that extended from high waist to mid thigh, she ripped off her joggers and slipped them on instead and hurried silently back through the house, her phone in her back pocket.

Would he still be there when she got down? Had she taken too long?

Closing the kitchen door behind her she ran through the alley to the front.

Ah! Yes! "Sorry I took so long sir, but you said shorts so I changed, and I got my phone," pulling it half out then back in. "Did I do ok, sir?"

 

[Gabe619]

"You did wonderful, Andrea, and no need to apologise, I am looking forward to getting to know you better and I hope, you getting to know me a little to if thats something you would like."

Mac had smiled as he watched her race off to do his bidding and all it had taken were a few small words of praise. This poor girl was starving for compliments, to be thought of as useful and wanted. A flicker of anger lit inside him toward her parents. How could they do this to their own daughter, no matter their religion or way of thinking in society. To make your own daughter feel unloved ... it baffled and annoyed him. So when she had raved back to him in the lose denim shorts and showed her phone he had given her his brilliant smile and nodded to her.

"May I see that?"

He took the phone from her hands and quickly opened the contacts and put his own phone number in it, then with a wink he handed it back to her.

"There you go, just in case you ever need to talk, or need help with something you can call me ... anytime, I won't mind at all, Andrea."

He hadn't put her number in his phone, that would be pushing to hard to make such an assumption for her this early, but he had no doubts that she would call or text him at some time and when she did her number would be in his phone by her choice, not his. The game he was playing was a delicate one, but it was one he enjoyed more than anything.

"Ok, then, should we set off? I know this beautiful jogging trail not far from here, the scenery if gorgeous." Her gently wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders to guide her from the driveway and then set off at a gentle pace so she didn't feel she pressured to push herself to hard to keep up.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

His arm had been so comforting across her small shoulders and the pace was nice and easy, much like a typical warm-up run before they played sport in school. She ran lightly, on her toes, not matching his step because he was too tall for that. More like a trotting donkey beside a racehourse, a big black stallion she thought. Which of course made her think that phrase, 'hung like a stallion'. It made her smile. A big smile. More like a grin. And he'd said she'd done wonderful!

"So thanks for your number sir, it's nice to have someone to talk to, but its ok I won't bother you." Regaining her breath for a moment.

"I mean, you said anytime, and probly I would, at the wrong time, like the middle of the night. Or when you're just home, Or on the toilet or something, ha ha."

Breathing.

"And anyway, it would be the stupidest things, girls stuff that would probly bore a sophisticated man like you?" She glanced up to see his reaction so far, then down to those bouncing swinging lumps in his shorts, and back to his face.

"But if you're serious I'll message you when I get home?"

That felt good. She'd kind of taken him up on his offer, been polite. It would be up to him. He'd probably think twice later. Why would a man like him want to hear from a silly schoolgirl like her? She was used to being ignored. It wouldn't hurt. Not really.

 

[Gabe619]

"I doubt anything you say is stupid, Andrea." Mac smiled across at her keeping pace right next to her. "And I mean it, call me any time, and even if I am on the toilet I will answer it." He gave her a wink now and a small nudge of his elbow playfully.

He admired her form as they jogged, she was upright, her shoulders back, he let his eyes drift down her body. The baggy denim shorts hid her hips, ass and thighs from his gaze but the legs he could see seemed toned and smooth. Perfect in fact.

"I would be really interested in your day, if you don't mind telling me? I'm sure your parents always ask how you day was, ask about your grades etc. Family can be a lot of pressure, I can understand that. So it might be easier to unload on a friend."

He again mentioned what a good parent would do, figuring it was doubtful her parents did care how her day went as long as her grades were good. And slipping in that he was now her friend he hoped would help cement a connection between them. He led her up a small slope and into the tree line on the jogging trail. So far they had only passed a couple of early morning runners.

"Mind you I bet its going to be hard to get you away from your boyfriend, lucky guy that he is." He again gave her that warm smile and a small wink.

Mac had never seen Andrea with a boy, or at least not in the way that made him think the guy had been her boyfriend. Of course that wasn't to say she didn't have one. She was a beautiful young girl, surely the boys at her school were always after her, but again this was just gentle information gathering on his part. Seeing how much she would open up to him.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend sir, I mean, I've been asked out, been on dates. It's not like I'm a lesbian. Not that lesbians bother me, I know what it's like to be judged, who am I to judge anyone else, right," she paused to breathe, the slope needing a bit more effort as they climbed it.

"But seriously, no one asks about my day, Mum and Dad are always talking about stuff that matters. So yeah, it be nice to have a friend if you don't mind being bored rigid," and here she hesitated as a mental image of a huge black rigid cock drifted across her mind, just like she'd seen on the internet, "if you don't mind, er, being rigid, I mean hard, I mean bored, bored, oh shit ..." she lapsed into silence, then tried to cover her embarassment by talking immediately.

"Anyway if you don't mind, then yeah I'll text you and you can tell me if its ok to call, then I can witter on like this until you tell me to shut up ha ha."

She glanced across to his face, expecting him be either angry at her inappropriate comment about rigid, or to be so bored by her that he was looking at the trees.

 

[Gabe619]

What Andrea saw on mac's face was instead a playful smile as he chuckled at her embarrassment. Well, that answered on question for him, she had seen him yesterday. And obviously he had stuck in her mind if she was this preoccupied by it. That was very good, very good indeed and his cock began to swell slightly in the skintight shorts as he imagined her spying on him.

"Never be embarrassed by a slip of the tongue, Andrea. But I am amazed no boy has captured your heart yet. If I were not so old I would sweep you off your feet myself."

Again the smile as he took her arm gently and pulled her to a stop. On the top of the rise, trees all around them, they had some privacy unless another jogger ran by.

"Catch you breath a little if you like, and makes it easier to chat." He winked as he closed his eyes and stretched his back, arching his body which made his now half hard cock push toward her threatening to burst through the thin spandex.

The muscles on his shoulders and neck flexed, then the ones on his arms, his biceps pulsing slightly as he flexed for his young audience. Then slowly he relaxed and breathed out, slowly opening his eyes so she had time to cover up any thoughts or expressions she might have been having.

"You know, I would love to eat you ... I mean eat with you, sorry, now I'm doing it." He laughed making it out as if he had had a slip of the tongue too, although he had said exactly what he meant. "Do you think your parents would let you visit be for dinner one night, or lunch even? Maybe we can say it's payment for work you could do for me? I am sure a young girl like you needs money for clothes and makeup and other stuff us men know nothing about." He smirked a little and winked again. "I would be happy to pay you for doing odd jobs for me?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh wow! I'd love that! A job? You'd actually give me a job? Wow cool. I can clean and make drinks and tidy the outside, not that it really needs, it, maybe even do some laundry if you show me how? You might need to teach some stuff first but yeah sure, I'd love to!"

Realising how enthusiastic she might have just sounded, Andrea calmed herself quickly and pretending a very grown up slightly bored reaction added, "well I suppose I might consider it?" Then laughed, clapping her hands in delight.

"You won't regret it sir, I promise! I'll be the best odd job girl you ever had! But yeah, some money of my own would be amazing."

Then thinking a moment, feeling his strong hand on her arm, how reassuring it was, added, "I think lunch would probably be better, like if I'm doing chores Saturday morning I could stay for lunch? If you're free? If you want me?"

His slip of the tongue sounded again inside her head, 'I would love to eat you ..' she'd read enough naughty stories on line to know what it meant and she shuddered in delightful imagining, fantasising that he did indeed want her.

Andrea looked up at him and over his strong chest, shoulders and arms, thinking how gorgeous they had looked when he'd stretched a moment before, thinking how he can't have known just how much his enormouse middle protrusion had stuck out straight at her, drawing all her attention for a moment. Just like he still didn't know he could be seen undressing the evening before. Now didn't seem to be the time to tell him.

"It's nice here. I could do this again." she looked around at the half familiar surroundings, feeling like she was seeing them fresh. "Yeah, I'd love to do this again."

 

[Gabe619]

"Yes, it is nice here. The scenery is so beautiful." Mac stated but he was looking right at Andrea when he said it. "As for wanting you, my dear I can think of nothing better than to have you helping me out around my house and garden, and maybe, if I think you are up for it, you could come to work with me at my offices. If nothing else being the aid to a Law Firm owner would look good on any resume you do in the future and I would give you a glowing recommendation." He shrugged. "But of course I am sure you are right in the middle of choosing a university and I am also sure you have a few to pick from. But if you get time after school, or on the weekends, you could come into work and have a look around the offices. Being a lawyer might be something you would like to think on becoming in the future. Believe me, a beautiful young attorney can easily sway a jury." He smiled at her and then with one last look around he nodded back the way they had come. "I should probably get you home before your parents think I kidnapped you."

As they began jogging back two young women jogged past, one waved to Mac who shouted a good morning to her and returned her wave of greeting. Both women were in the same style of skintight spandex Mac wore, they also wore sports bra's that left nothing to the imagination, their pony tails bouncing behind them as they ran.

"You know, if you would like to make this a regular thing we really should get you the proper running gear. Do you think your parents would mind if I bought it for you? Or if they did ... well, I could keep it at my house and you could change there before we left for our run." He smiled over at her again admiring her fine pretty face and features, her soft hair and those gorgeous eyes of hers. "Of course it's entirely up to you, my dear."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea thought about his offer of running gear. She'd noticed the two ladies and what they were wearing obviously, so yeah it seemed like everyone had the same kind of stuff.

Of course, it hadn't escaped her notice that the running tops were a bit, well, thin, but she could always wear a bra under? And she'd have briefs on under her shorts, but it would be cool to dress like the ladies.

"Sure, I'd love a decent running kit. But yeah, probly best if we keep it at yours and I wash it when I'm doing your laundry. We don't want Mum and dad asking questions. Like you said, we can keep secrets, can't we? But I'll need to come over earlier to run if I'm changing at your house, but that should be ok, if you don't mind?"

Her growing self confidence had been knocked a little when he talked about only wanting her for chores and maybe as a project. It was kind of him, sure, and he had no need, and of course he said nice things about her, making her feel like maybe she could be beautiful and pretty. But perhaps that's all it was, being kind.

Slightly deflated she said, "Yeah I suppose it might be good to have some law firm experience. A good CV is important, isn't it?" As they jogged along the growing disappointment spread like a knot in her tummy. It wasn't that she expected him to be interested in her as a girlfriend. She was way too young to interest him. It was more that she felt he didn't think of her as anyone's girlfriend.

All that stuff before about her lucky boyfriend, and if he was younger blah blah, he was just being nice.

Then it occured to Andrea that maybe he just felt sorry for her? Was this pity? Is that what they call this? She thought it was the right word. And it hurt. Boy, did it hurt.

She slowed down, and ground to a stop, leaning forward hands on her knees. And sobbed.

Big racking sobs. tears spilled from her eyes almost burning her cheeks.

No one wanted her. They only pitied her.

 

[Gabe619]

Seeing Andrea stop Mac turned around only to find the young girl crying deep wracking sobs of tears as she bent over. For a moment he was actually shocked. Everything had seemed to be going so well, now this? For a moment only he stood still, then his instincts took over. He gently pulled the girl upright and enveloped her in his arms, cradling her head against his chest, one hand stroking her hair softly while the other circled her slim waist, the hand flat on her lower back, just above her ass. He didn't say a word, he just held her, resting his chin lightly on her head as he felt her body rocking with the sobs that engulfed her. The he kissed the top of her head, and gently lifting her chin with a finger kissed her forehead.

"Whats with all these tears, Andrea?" He asked his voice low and soothing as his big hand stroked her cheek, the thumb wiping the tears from her eyes gently. He looked down into them and his heart almost broke. He could see the pain in them, the doubt, the lack of confidence and then he knew why she had broken down. His lips curled into a small warm smile. "You're wrong you know. I see why you cry, I can feel it in you. But you are wrong to doubt yourself. The moment you do that they win. Your parents, those who bully you at school perhaps, teachers or grownups who wont take you seriously ... they win. But you are stronger than that I think. You think my interest in you is pity? No. I don't waste my time on pitying people. In my line of work you lose when you try that. No, I want to spend time with you because I see what you can be, I see what you have inside, in here," His finger rested on her chest just above her breasts. "I am giving you a chance, I want to work with you, I want to see you show me this potential that's inside you. Your parents might not see it, your teachers might be blind to it, and peer pressure at school might push you down, but I see it, Andrea."

He took her chin in his fingers now and held it, not to tight, but firmly as his other hand rested on her waist, loving the curve of her hip there. His eyes looked straight into hers.

"I want to spend time with YOU, the real you thats bursting to get out. I don't want or need a lackey, some kid to tidy up around me and do my laundry. I want a friend, a partner, someone I can just relax with and enjoy their company. I want a beautiful sexy young woman to be with me. I want you, Andrea ... is that really so hard to believe?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea knew she was in love. Well, she wasn't, but it must be like this, mustn't it?

She wasn't sure what it all meant, what he said, and she knew he wouldn't be in love with her, but she threw her arms round his muscular waist and buried her face in his chest.

"I've snotted all over your t shirt, sir," she confessed, smiling now through her tears and looking up at him again, searching his eyes. She pressed her body tight into him, loving the way his dangly middle bits pressed like a big lump into her tummy.

"I want to work with you too, sir. You're the kindest person I know. I want to be that girl, the one inside that only you can see. I want her to be free, to show you the potential that's there. No more by their rules. No more doing just what they want or expect. I want her to break out. I want to be your friend sir, your partner, maybe even that beautiful sexy young woman who's face is all smeared in snot, eyes running and probably red, hair a mess from running. If you can see any beauty in there then I guess there's something hidden in the depths."

Andrea dragged her phone from her pocket, found his number and sent a text.

One word.

'Thankyou'

Looking up and smiling again she wiped her face on the front of her t shirt, lifting the waist up to her face unaware that she was uncovering her cheap thin white discount store bra that her Mum got for her.

Straightening her top she said, "Race ya back!" and she took off almost as fast as she could run.

 

[Gabe619]

He laughed with her as she said about the snot on his shirt, so happy to see her smile through the tears. And as he watched her lift her top to dry her eyes he couldn't help admiring her flat stomach and even the curve of her breasts through that cheap bra. Oh, he would desperately need to take this girl on a shopping trip very soon. As she ran off teasing him, he grinned and admired her gazelle like loping grace before starting off after her. She had speed, he would give her that, but he had power and strength brought through years of running and gym time. Just as they reached the street they lived on he caught her and gathered her up in his arms and spun her around like a little child. She felt so small in his arms, so light, and so perfect. Slowly he let her down as he smiled down into her radiant face.

"I win." He said softly and that short statement covered so many bases.

He had caught her before they got to her house, so he won the race, but so much more than that. They had now connected, fully. He had told her some heartfelt truths and she now had her anchor, him. He would guide her, mold her and change her into a strong young woman ... a woman under his control, and she would thank him for it. As he looked into those pools of beautiful light that were her eyes he froze slightly and a split second thought shot through him. In his life he had met and had many girls like Andrea, so many he couldn't count them, and yet never in all that time had any touched him in the way she just had. As he had held her in his arms it had felt right, perfect ... natural. Could he really fall in love with a girl like her? His eyes sparkled as his hands rested on her hips. Maybe this journey would be as eye opening for him as it was sure to be for her.

"Go on now, get on home and get to school. I don't want my new gir .. uh, friend to get in trouble with her teachers." He blinked, had he been about to say girlfriend?! "Call me when you get home ok? I want to hear all about your day."

With that he lifted her small hand in his and kissed her fingers, then playfully patted her butt.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea looked at him for the briefest moment and then set her face toward home. She'd gone all of three paces when she stopped, looked back at him over her right shoulder and bending slightly wiggled her bum at him and stuck out her tongue.

Then she grinned and took off home.

All kinds of thoughts energised her dash towards their houses. 'He smacked my butt! He called me his girlfriend! He hugged me! He kissed my head! He kissed my forehead! He has the biggest penis in recorded history!' She giggled at the last thought and remembered how it had flopped about a bit in his shorts, how it had felt all curled up pressed into her tummy.

She knew she wasn't really his girlfriend, but that slip of the tongue was even more important then 'I want to eat you', it said he actually did want her. Well as far as she was concerned he could have her. Or whatever bits he wanted. She wasn't a starry eyed idiot. Ok maybe starry eyed but not an idiot. They didn't have a long term future, but they had now. And she could learn so much from him.

If he really was going to set her free, how could she ever repay that? Only by being the partner he wanted for now.

She was inside the house and managed to sneak past Mum in the kitchen and upstairs to take a shower and get ready for school.

In her bedroom she looked at the clock. Shit! She was going to be late for the bus.

 

[Gabe619]

Mac had showered after the run and made some breakfast after stripping down.
He sat at the kitchen table drinking his coffee, eating his bacon and eggs and reading the paper, but all he could think about was Andrea. That damn butt wiggle had made him laugh, but fuck did she have the most perfect ass and he couldn't wait to see it naked and in his face. Putting the dishes into the washer he walked to the bedroom and dressed in a grey silk suit and tie, black shiny shoes and a brilliant white shirt. He checked himself in the mirror then with a smile grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door to his car. He checked his watch and glanced at Andrea's house. He hadn't heard her leave yet for school and she usually always left before him. Had she got in trouble with her parents? Had they caught her coming in from the run? He was in two minds, go over and see if she was alright, or go about his day and let her deal with it. But that didn't sit right with him. He had convinced her to go jogging and if that had made her late for school or got her into trouble with her parents he should help her. He was about to walk to her front door when he saw her run out of it panicked.

"Andrea? Need a ride to school?" He shouted waving to get her attention as he gestured to the Aston in the driveway.

This might actually work out well for both of them. For her it wouldn't hurt to be driven to school in an Aston Martin, it surely had to win her points with her classmates. For him, it would only make her feel more indebted toward him which could only be a good thing.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea was grateful for the lift.

"I think I was gonna miss the bus, sir, you 'saved my ass' and they say on TV!"

She smiled again, remembering her cheeky ass wiggle, quite pleased with herself.

They talked on the way, though he did most of the talking and she just listened. He had such a nice voice, she could listen to him for hours she decided. And he was wise, gentle and caring, though since he was a successful lawyer he must have a cash register for a heart and ice in his veins. Or something like that, she vaguely remembered. Was that lawyers, or something else?

Anyway, she paid attention all the way in the awesomely amazing car with its deep growl and cup like leather seats and when she finally got out at school there were a lot of admiring glances especially from the boys. Some of them thought they knew cars.

"Was that a DB9?" one asked, "No dingbat the new DB11!", "Bollocks, it was the Vantage!" and round and round they went.

But the constant was that it was her, Andrea, who got out of the car. That kind of made her a star and had loads of people wanting to sit with her at lunch.

When she got home, off the rather mundane bus, she messaged Mr G.

"Hey sir, guess who had the best day at school ever!"