Curt Aldrich

Politician_s Teacher

Chapter 1

The driver sneakily adjusted his rearview mirror and eyed the snooty blonde who was seated on the backseat of the limousine.

Twenty-two years old, she had hair the color of corn silk and perky, pointy breasts. She also had legs that looked as if they were made of taffy and went all the way up to here.

Phil Carpucci rubbed himself through his trousers and imagined he was sucking her tits. She would have light-pink nipples; girls of her coloring always did. Her nipples would be rigid, and her young titties would vibrate firmly against his face as he sucked them and she squirmed.

He also would do other things with her, Phil fantasized as his penis grew hard in his pants. He would spread her candy legs wide apart and get right down between them. The hair along her slit would be nearly as pale and silken as the hair on her head, and the interior of her slit would be juicy and pink. Her entire crotch would be beautiful, including the dimple located to the rear of her pussy, snuggled between the pale, rounded cheeks of her ass. Phil would kiss her all over. His hard-on throbbed.

Melanie Jones caught the driver looking lust-fully at her, and a pinkness suffused her fair cheeks.

The dirty man! she thought. He's undressing me with his eyes. I can practically feel him lifting my skirt and stroking me along the pantyhose. I'll bet he would like to get between my legs and…

NO! I won't think, about such nasty things!

She turned her bead and looked out the window at the luxurious estates that were gliding past. It would be very good to live and work in one of those, she thought, as she looked forward to her first job as a private tutor.

The nude, hairy man stood behind a curtained window and gazed down at the circular driveway where his limousine came to a stop.

"Shit, she's here already," he grumbled.