She stopped as she heard someone walk up to the porch. The girl waited, then heard the ring of their doorbell. She opened the door.
One of the best-looking men she had ever seen stood there, smiling warmly at her. Damn, he was sexy! His rich brown eyes sparkled beneath the black hair that was cut so mod. He was tall, but not enough to make him seem threatening. He was broad, but lean at the same time. He was just one hell of a good-looking piece of man.
"Suzy!" he said, pointing his finger directly at her. "You have to be Suzy! My God! You're ten times more beautiful than Sylvia said."
His eyes took her in, took all of her in from her clearly visible tits to her lusciously-curved legs. He looked her over thoroughly, yet not in a leering, lustful manner. He looked over every inch of her, but not in a way that made her feel uncomfortable.
Suzy stared dumbly at him, unable to find her voice for a moment. She was as impressed with his appearance as he was with hers.
"I'm Sam Stein," he laughed. "I don't know if Sylvia has spoken about me…"
"Sam Stein!" the blonde gasped, opening the door and continuing to stare at him. No wonder he looked so damn good. Beauty was his business. Fashion was his business. This was the man who kept trying to get Syl to come and model far him.
Suzy opened the door and invited him inside. She showed him to a chair and sat on the couch facing him.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "Syl is down at Dad's store, helping him go over the books. If you'll wait a minute, I'll call her and tell her you're here."
Suzy wasn't about to send him down there. Syl would never forgive her for not warning her, giving her a chance to check her make-up and dress before meeting Mr. Stein.
"No hurry," he assured the girl with a wave of his hand. "I assume she'll be back before too long. If it's all right, I'll wait for her here. Then she can dress in whatever she wants to wear out to dinner. Besides, that should give us time to get acquainted. Unless, of course, you had other plans. I'm sorry, Suzy. I was so happy over having the chance to sit here and talk with a beautiful girl that I didn't realize I might be imposing on you."
He started to rise from his chair. Suzanne walked over to him, lightly pushed him back down in the chair. She smiled her most radiant smile at him. She wasn't about to let him go. Who was Paul Atkins anyway? She could fuck around with the druggist's son any time.
"I wasn't going anywhere at all," she insisted.
"Don't you dare leave me here alone. No telling what terrible things might happen to a poor girl all alone in this house." She laughed with him, her tits bouncing delightedly beneath the thin blouse. "Besides, Syl would never forgive me if I didn't hold you here for her. You want a Coke, or maybe a Scotch?"
"You have Scotch?" he asked, his eyes approving the way her tits bounced. He liked them! She vowed never to wear a bra again. This handsome, important man liked her tits this way. Her dad would just have to get used to her going around bra-less.
"I'm sure we do," she answered, stepping toward the kitchen for a glass. She hoped to hell her dad hadn't drank it all up. He usually kept plenty here. Last night he did his drinking at the tavern, so there should be plenty. She stopped at the refrigerator and dropped ice cubes in the glass, then walked to the liquor cabinet. She sighed in relief to discover a more than ample supply. The girl poured a generous amount over, the ice, more than she normally saw her dad pour, then called in to Sam.
"On the rocks? Water? Soda?" she asked. "I think the soda still has some life to it."
"Doesn't matter," Stein called back. "Just pour me about three fingers worth over the ice."
Suzy looked at the glass. Hell, she had already poured more than that. She shrugged her shoulders and took him his drink, smiling as she handed it to him. She felt a sudden thrill run through her as his hand caressed hers when he took it from her. She ached for some opportunity to brush her tits against him and she cursed herself for seating him in the chair. If she'd only put him on the couch, then maybe she could get a chance to lean against him. She kicked herself mentally. She was a lousy temptress, she decided.
The blonde sat on the carpet in front of him, drawing her legs up to give him a good view of her thighs against the skin-tight pants. Her breasts lunged against the blouse, the nipples showing clearly through, the full, ripe globes heaving against the soft fabric. She saw the gleam in Sam's eyes as he looked down at her, down at her face, down at her tits, down at her thighs. The teen-ager shivered under the delicious caress of his steady gaze.
Sam Stein sat almost stunned by the girl. He had told the truth when he remarked about her beauty. He would never hire her as a fashion model, not with those boobs, not with those hips. She had far too many curves to model clothing. What a hell of a body, though! What a hell of a centerfold she would make. Damn! How had this bundle of cunt been missed by some roving photographer?
She smiled warmly at her as they chatted about Sylvia and about modeling. This was going to be easier than he had anticipated. The seduction, at least, was going to be easy. Shit, the lovely little cunt was trying to seduce him. He would have preferred taking his time and letting her do the work.
Syl had warned him, though, that he only had an hour or an hour and a half to accomplish the job of laying Suzanne. If he was going to do a decent job in bed, he'd better cut the preliminaries short.
He took a deep swallow of his drink, then set it aside. Sam leaned down and took the girl's elbows. He lifted her up to her feet. He got up from his chair and turned her about slowly, posing her first one way, then another. His cock was tingling from the way her tits kept thrusting against the blouse. His throat was dry from looking at the dramatic sweep of her ass. The girl looked almost swayback, the way her ass swung out behind her. It wasn't her posture, through. Her tummy was absolutely flat. She had fantastic posture. She simply had an even more fantastic ass on her.
"Mmmmm," he muttered. "You're built more for men's magazines than for high fashion. There are some recent women's slicks, though, that have decided a woman shouldn't be ashamed of her body. Sooner or later they'll get up nerve enough to use girls like you as a fashion model for them. In the meantime I think you could still make a hell of a lot of money in modeling. It would involve quite a bit of nude posing, though."
Suzy smiled up at him. Her body was warm and glowing from his approval. She was trembling each time he touched her to pose her. The blonde ached for him to touch her tits or her ass instead of her shoulders and waist and arms.
Damn him! Didn't he know she wanted him to fuck her? Maybe he did know and wasn't interested. A man like Sam Stein could fuck any woman he wanted. The girl suddenly felt very young. He thought she was too young, she feared. Her heart sank in disappointment.
Then he turned her to face him. His face was close over hers. His nostrils were quivering as he looked at her. Suzy didn't look down at his cock as it swelled out in his pants. She didn't have to. His face told her enough. He was responding to her.
She stepped toward him, letting her tits rub against his chest as she put her arms up about his neck. She was throbbing in excitement as he leaned down and met her lips. He kissed her slowly. His hands came about her, drawing her more tightly against him. She could feel his prick now, feel his hardness pressing against her.
His leg parted her thighs and rubbed against her pussy as they kissed. One hand caressed along her back and down to her ass. She gasped against him a she felt the hand cup her buttocks gently and affectionately. She parted her lips and enticed his tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue met his and merged into a singe passionate licking. Her tits rolled in small circles against his chest.