CHAPTER 1: MEETING HIM

 

Robyn spent hours trying to decide what to wear for her first meeting with George. She tried on sexy dresses, but decided she did not want to look too provocative. She eventually decided to go with skin tight leggings, a sports bra, and a somewhat loose tee shirt that was a bit long in the tail. She started to get ready when she knew he was alone, having seen his latest guest leave a few hours ago. She went with very little makeup, wanting to look like she was dressed for a jog or something like that, though she was not into exercising at all.

Having taken to spying on him with binoculars from a little niche in the hedges at the front of her parent's property, Robyn found a way to see all the way up the driveway to the front door of his house. On the day she planned to return his mail, she saw the latest guest of his come out of it after a car service pulled into the driveway. Usually, the women came out looking as impeccable as they did when they arrived, but this one looked a little disheveled. Some did, and Robyn always wondered why that was. As the car drove away, Robyn dashed back into the house to get dressed for her first encounter with George.

As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, Robyn thought she looked just right, not too blatantly suggestive, but definitely with a sexual undertone. Her shiny pink leggings and matching sneakers made her legs look great, and though the tee shirt was not skin tight, it did not hide her recently developed breasts. She figured he was at least a little bit of a nerd, given the fact that he created a video game, so the tee shirt she picked had the logo of his game on it. If he thought she was a fan of his game, Robyn hoped it would give him a reason to get to know her better. She had never played it before, but in the weeks she watched him before she found the excuse to meet him, she bought a copy and got very well acquainted with it.

She felt she was ready, even rehearsing what she would say when she was face to face with him. Shortly after seeing him retrieve his mail from his box, Robyn went across the court with his letter in hand. When she reached his front door Robyn felt extremely nervous, and not wanting to make a bad impression, she took a few breaths before ringing the doorbell. It took a few moments before it opened, and when she saw him, Robyn could feel her palms get all sweaty.

She could not even utter a word, but he just smiled and said, "Aren't you are the girl from across the street, the one I have seen getting the mail?"

"Yes...that's me," Robyn replied, but again was at a loss for what to say next.

"Well then, hello neighbor! I'm George, and who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

"I'm Robyn...pleased to meet you too."

"So, what brings you over Robyn?"

Holding up the letter, she said, "This accidently ended up in our mailbox, I just wanted to bring it over and meet my new neighbor," she answered, hoping she didn't sound too nervous.

"You look a little young to own a home here, do you live with your parents?" he asked.

"Yes, I live in their house."

"Are they the older couple I have seen coming and going in the SUV?"

"No, my parents are in France for the summer, the ones you saw are their butler and cook."

"Would you like to come in for a drink and get to know each other, or do you have plans?" he asked in a friendly manner.

"Sure, I have some free time," she said, thinking she sounded stupid.

He waved her inside, and once he closed the door, he led her to his back patio by the pool. He held out a chair for her next to a round glass table, and once she was seated, he asked, "Would you like a soft drink, or something harder?"

"Oh, I'm not old enough to drink alcohol," she said, and as she did, she wished she had not admitted how young she was.

"No problem, what would you like?"

"Iced tea?" she ventured, her nerves now getting the best of her.

"Good, I will be right back," he said, and then he left to get it.

Robyn tried to calm herself, drying her palms on her tee shirt and hoping she would not sound like a smitten girl, even though she was. He was not only great looking and well- built, he sounded really nice and friendly too. In a couple of minutes, he returned with a glass for her and a bottle of beer for him, taking a seat across the table and taking a swig from the bottle.

Then he put the bottle down and said, "So tell me about Robyn, is she a gamer?" pointing at the logo on her shirt.

"I only started playing recently, after I graduated high school I had plenty of free time," she answered, as she wanted him to know she was not a kid anymore.

"Did you just graduate?"

"A month ago, just after I turned eighteen."

"Happy Birthday then! Old enough to vote, but not to drink, an adult in some ways, but not others. I remember it was an annoying time for me. Are you planning on going to college?"

"I don't know, I was going to take the summer to think about what to do next."

"It is always good to think about things before you make a decision. I bet you and your friends have lots of plans for the next few months."

"I just got back from boarding school, I don't have any friends around here," she said, trying to hint at her availability.

"Not even a boyfriend?"

"I kind of had one at school, but he is off to university this fall after vacationing with his parents in the Caribbean for the summer."

George was digesting what he heard, and could tell this girl was interested in him. He was only twenty seven, and even though he was not too much older than her, eighteen still seemed kind of young. But she was also a sexy looking redhead, and he always had a sweet spot for the Gingers. He was mostly satisfied with all the one night stands he was having, but he knew if he pursued this one, it would have to be something more. Having a fling with a neighbor could create problems.

"Well, I'm new to the area too, maybe we can do some things together this summer," he ventured, testing his belief that she was interested in him.

Robyn could not believe he just said that, and she quickly replied, "That sounds nice, I have been kind of bored since I got home."

"Would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?" he asked, looking at her carefully as he did.

"I don't have any plans...so, sure," she answered, trying to contain her delight.

George saw right through it, knowing this girl was into him, he had seen that look after a proposition plenty of times. He had also seen her spying on him, and now he was pretty sure she had the hots for him. He still was not sure he wanted to go any farther, but he figured a nice dinner in a fancy restaurant would give him enough time to decide. His current string of short affairs was fine, but all the women he met were more enamored by his wealth than himself. This girl was from a wealthy family, obviously, so he was curious to see if this one might be different.

"What is your favorite food Robyn?" he asked.

"I love seafood, but any restaurant you choose would be fine," she answered eagerly.

"I know a great place that flies in fresh Maine lobsters every day, how does eight o'clock sound?" He said, seeing her get even more excited.

"That sounds great, is there a dress code?"

"Suit and tie for men, and if I have to dress up, I would hope you would wear a nice dress. Is that fair?" he asked, not wanting to blatantly tell her to doll herself up, even though he just did.

"I have some nice dresses that I don't wear often enough, so it is a deal," she replied.

"Great, I will make the reservation and pick you up at seven-thirty, does that sound good?"

"It sure does."

"Good, but if you don't mind, I have a few things to do before dinner. We can pick up the conversation later if that is alright with you."

"Oh OK, I need to do a few things myself," she said, as she saw him stand up and she followed suit. Once she was out of the house and walking back to hers, Robyn noticed how wet her crotch felt and how excited she was feeling.

She headed straight for the shower, running the water as she stripped. She blushed when she saw how soaked her panties were, it even seeped into the crotch of her leggings! That left her wondering if he had seen it! It was kind of humiliating, but also kind of naughty and exciting. She jumped into the shower and rubbed her sex until the orgasm that was simmering inside her boiled over, as she imagined doing it with him.

Robyn was not technically a virgin; she had a healthy dildo collection that she used often. She thought she had some real experience, as the guy she was with in school shared some very heavy petting together. She had even sucked his cock, and she let him lick her pussy, but they never did it. Given George liked to entertain women at his house, as she saw plenty of them come, stay, and then go, so it seemed possible that he might make a pass at her. She kind of wanted him to and she was pretty sure she would be thrilled to have him be the first man she had real sex with.

She had two orgasms before she began washing herself, feeling much better about her prospects with this man. Now that the fire between her thighs was satiated, she began considering what to wear. It was an easy choice, her little black dress and matching pumps. Given that choice, she shaved her legs and trimmed around her sparse ginger colored bush. She considered going for the clean look, but if they did get naked, she wanted him to know she was a natural redhead.

She was in a strange state of mind, she had never been so fixated on someone the way she was with George. It was like an animal attraction, a drive to be completely intimate with him, despite the fact that she barely knew him. It was both troubling and arousing, and maybe dangerous too. He was almost ten years older than her, and he clearly had no issues getting beautiful women to sleep with him. That made her feel rather inadequate and she started to wonder if this wasn't just a pity date, having realized that she portrayed herself as a poor rich girl with no social life.

That added a hint of doubt into Robyn's mind, but she was determined to show him that she was not a girl, she was a woman. After a luxurious shower, she dried herself off before sitting naked at her vanity. She looked at her reflection, while arching her back to admire her newly sprouted breasts. It was not until after they started growing, along with the bush now framing her sex, that Robyn became rather obsessed with sex, masturbatory mainly.

Robyn also watched porn, quite a bit really, and that just added to her desire to try the real thing. The fact that she was so attracted to an older man like George was probably because she had found that she liked the sex videos of younger girls having rough sex with older men. She was not looking for romance or a relationship, she was just a horny girl. One that wanted a big strong man to have his way with her, any way he wanted. As headstrong as she was most of the time, she was hoping that George would sweep her off her feet. She knew very little about sex and wanted, no needed, an experienced man to show her how it should be done.

She dried her hair with a blow drier and just used a floral clip to gather it behind her neck. Then she applied enough makeup to make her green eyes sparkle, but not so much to make her look slutty. A little clear lip gloss, and no rouge, just a sweet looking natural girl, she thought. The dress would make the statement she wanted, her body looked sexy now and she knew it. She donned a strapless bra, since the dress only had thin spaghetti straps. She also put on a pair of sexy lace panties, but no stockings were needed, her freshly shaved legs looked superb.

Once she slipped on the skin tight dress, and smoothed it around her recently developed curves, she looked at her reflection in the dressing mirror. It made Robyn smile; she really did look hot. Even though it was a pretty revealing outfit, it was also rather popular with countless young ladies these days. Many of his visitors dressed much like this, and she hoped it would signal her strong desire to get much closer to him.

She was ready half an hour early, and the subsequent wait seemed like it took forever. She watched from an upstairs window that looked over the hedge to the street, and his driveway on the other side. When she saw his garage door opening, Robyn headed downstairs to the front door. By the time she got there she could see his car pulling into her driveway, but it stopped near the street and the horn blew once.

Robyn thought he was a bit rude doing that, but she also thought that she wanted a bad boy, and this was a sign he might actually be one. As she exited the house and walked down the path to the driveway, another thought crossed her mind, maybe he wanted to check her out in her outfit. She made sure to walk as steadily as she could in her heels, noting how it made her ass wiggle in a way it usually didn't. And her breasts were bouncing too with the exposed upper slopes of her exposed mounds jiggling like Jell-O.

Once Robyn was close to the Porsche, he surprised her by getting out to open the passenger side door for her. Once she got in, a tricky affair with such a short hem on her dress, he closed the door and went around to get back into the driver's seat. It gave her enough time to pull the bottom of her dress back down to mid-thigh, and buckle her seat belt. She became even more nervous when he clicked his seatbelt together.

"You look great in that dress Robyn," he said.

"Thanks, you look pretty good in a suit too," she answered, feeling good that he liked the way she was dressed.

The ride to the restaurant consisted of George asking Robyn questions, with her answering them. In less than half an hour he had a pretty good picture of the young lady. If he decided to pursue an actual relationship with her, there was no one around her that could cause him any issues. He had been waiting to find a particular type of partner for a relationship, and it was not the standard most people sought. The parade of women who came to visit him knew what he liked before he brought them home, and though they all played his game, none so far wanted to extend it beyond their singular encounter.

George was seeking a submissive woman to compliment his dominant nature, one that would enjoy the kinky games he liked to play. Though he gave all his guests a night they would never forget, as he was highly skilled at making women squeal in ecstasy, none wanted to take it to the level he spelled out after their first tryst. He was now thinking that this younger woman, all the others were at least in their twenties, might be more amenable to his desires.

Robyn was clearly smitten with him, and he quickly ascertained that she was also sexually naïve. Though she avoided details, he guessed that her high school boyfriend was more of a fling than a love affair. He believed that they were both just exploring the concept of intimacy with each other, and he doubted she even went all the way with him. If she had never had sex with him, then she was still basically a virgin. It might provide him the opportunity to show her the wild side of sex without preconceptions from other intimate encounters, like the other women he had been playing with up until now.

Their dinner was delicious, and though she drank no liquor to quell her inhibitions, he could tell she really wanted him to seduce her. He decided that he would test her sensibilities on the ride home, letting her know that getting involved with him had certain caveats. It would be a delicate kind of conversation, letting her know what he was looking for without scaring her away. But he was fairly certain that her seemingly adventurous spirit would give her the impetus to accept his proposal. Once they were in the car, and driving back home, he made his move.