Kathy almost screamed with lust. She could smell the boy, could smell his sweat, his cum. She could almost taste him. Her left hand reached out, reached forward into the room, aching to feel his cock, to stroke it, to squeeze it. Her right hand moved under her dress, her finger churning in her pussy, giving her such pleasure that her knees were ready to buckle under her. She moved out of the shadows, stood in the doorway.

As a cloud passed from in front of the sun, sunlight beamed through the window, drenching the relaxing boy with warm, golden rays. Kathy stepped into the room, her legs moving spontaneously, carrying her closer and closer to the object of her lust. The boy's eyes opened.

It was as if time stopped. Kathy froze, her heart lodged in her throat, a wave of paralyzing weakness passing through her body. The boy looked toward her, his eyes gazing through her as if she weren't there. Then his eyes seemed to focus on her, but his face remained expressionless, as if her sudden appearance was nothing out of the ordinary. Then he blinked, and a slow smile spread over his face.

"Come on in, housekeeper," he said. He spread his legs and his cock swelled, throbbing up rigid and ramrod straight against his tanned belly. The tip of it reached nearly to his chest. "I've been waiting for you, housekeeper. I knew you'd show up, sooner or later."

CHAPTER FOUR

Kathy almost came. She had to force herself to pull her finger out of her pussy, and she managed to just in time, at the last possible split second before her pleasure exploded and the waterfall of ecstasy washed through her body. She groaned as the near-orgasm sank back into her loins, but she was thankful she'd stopped jerking off in time. Her pleasure was just beginning. She wanted to prolong it as much as she could.