Angela's dad maybe in trouble...
Before it had a chance to right itself I smacked it again with my handy club, stunning the brute. A swift kick to the head to keep it quiet and then I grabbed it by a pair of its hairy legs and dragged it to the back door and pushed it down the steps.
Now Teresa was all smiles. It would appear that she hated spiders.
"I absolutely hate spiders," she said. "I was bitten once and my hand was swollen for a week. Now I'm just a coward when I find one."
I laughed it off. No big deal.
"It was to me," Teresa said with a big smile. "I can't thank you enough."
"Of course you can," I said. "I'll be quite happy to just accept the traditional hero's reward."
Teresa looked blank for a moment, then seemed to twig.
She gave me a woman's patented 'men are all the same' look and smiled.
"A hero's kiss," she said with a smile, putting hands to heart and feigning a swoon.
"Actually, I don't think any heroes I've heard of would have been content with a kiss," I told her, "so if you'd care to lean forward over the counter..." I trailed off suggestively.
That time she got it and looked slightly shocked at the suggestion. Also, I thought, a little intrigued.
Before Teresa had a chance to think it through and knock me back, I was gently turning her towards the kitchen counter. She leaned onto it slightly, looking at me with a slightly startled expression. I lifted the back of her dress up and hooked my thumbs around her panties.
Looking at her as she watched me, I was silently daring her to object as I slowly pulled her panties down. Not far, but enough to reveal the playing field.
I started slowly rubbing Teresa's bottom, my hand wandering around and down, hovering close to her pussy but always wandering away at the last moment. While I was doing this, Teresa and I were both staring at each other, wondering which of us would be the first to flinch.
I started dropping my hand lower, rubbing against Teresa's inner thighs, but still not touching her love mound. My fingers were rubbing and teasing all around it, just not touching it. Yet.
I could hear Teresa breathing faster and her face was flushing. Her expression had changed from 'will he and what will I do if he does' to 'why hasn't he', and expectation was bright in her eyes.
Without her even realising it her decision had been made. She was now just waiting for the starter's pistol.
My hand finally closed upon her mound and Teresa gasped, instinctively pushing herself against my hand. While I held her cupped with one hand, my other came up and tugged at the side of her boob tube. Teresa reacted by reaching for it and lifting it up and over her head, releasing those beautiful boobs of hers. With those in the game I didn't waste any time but pounced on them, weighing them and squeezing. It was a matter of moments to ensure both nipples were standing proud from those soft mounds.
Not satisfied I now moved to undo her skirt, letting it drop, and at the same time I finished pushing Teresa's panties down to her ankles, letting her step out of them.
Standing behind her I let down my zip, moving it noisily so that Teresa could hear it and know what I was doing. Letting my erection loose I now told Teresa to turn around.
"I want to see you," I told her as she slowly moved to face me. Once she had turned I blatantly ran my eyes over her figure, showing my appreciation. She in turn ran her eyes down to where I was exposed, but I couldn't tell if her look was admiration or trepidation. She knew exactly what I was about to do to her.
Foreplay with her pussy had been minor. I suspected that she was probably wet but my erection didn't care. Another time I might take longer, letting everything build slowly, but this time I just wanted her and I wanted her now.
I was about to take hold of myself, spread Teresa's lips and take her, when I saw the signs of nervousness gathering. So I change tactics slightly, giving control to Teresa.
I put Teresa's hand on my cock, and quietly told her to put it in her.