I went to Layla's house that night to ask her to marry me. I had it all planned out. I had bought beer. I know its not the most romantic thing that you have ever seen, but Layla is different. She doesn't like the wine and champagne crowd. Layla is one of those girls that would prefer to kick back and watch football with a beer in her hand over a wine and cheese party any day of the week. That is one of the things that drew me to her to begin with.
I had the whole thing planned out. I had this six pack of beer, and a blanket and a flashlight. In my pocket was the little black box with the ring inside. My plan was to take Layla to the beach, and set up camp on the dunes. We had done this a million times, so she wouldn't suspect a thing. We often made the hour drive to the beach. Layla always talks about how the sound of the ocean is soothing to her. And you can see it. As soon as she climbs the steps over the dunes, her eyes light up, her face gets this glow like a child at Christmas. We can be walking along, and all of a sudden she will drop my hand and take off running. Sometimes its 10 steps, sometimes she will run a mile. Its exhilarating for her, and she loves it.
When I got to her apartment, I knew immediately that my plans would have to wait. Layla seemed to have plans of her own. For starters, she was sitting at her computer, completely naked, and she was reading porn. Well, I guess it is what you would call "erotica," but in a guy's eyes, that's just girly porn. Now here was a side of Layla that I had never seen before. I knew that she had a small collection of movies, and she told me about this one old issue of penthouse that she had taken off of a friend of hers, because there was a story in there that just rocked her world. If I'm not mistaken, the story has long since been torn out, and that's all that remains of the old penthouse. However even with my knowledge of her little porn stash, I have never actually seen it. She always said that her masturbation was something that she did for herself, and that she didn't want to bring that stuff into bed with us. Which was fine with me. I didn't care either way.
Obviously, Layla had gotten caught up, and time had gotten away from her, because I told her that I would be there to pick her up promptly at 4:00. Layla had the day off that day, and was supposed to be packed and ready to go. She later told me that she was trying to hold off until I got there, but that she had had a really racy dream and had been pretty horny all day, and she let her hormones get the best of her.
So, to my surprise, when I walked in the door, I had this gorgeous view of Layla sitting in the recliner completely naked, eyes glued to the screen on her computer. With one hand she was pinching the nipple on her right breast, and the other hand was pumping in and out of her pussy so fast that I got hard almost instantly. It was so hot to see her like that. I walked over to her, quietly because she obviously had not heard me come in. and I bent down next to her and said "hey sunshine!" I think I scared her straight. She jumped so hard that she knocked the top of her head on my chin. Ouch, to say the least. Instantly, Layla was red faced, and mortified. I know that she felt vulnerable and I didn't want her to feel like that. So I took her hand in mine and kissed the top of it, right on the knuckles. Then I turned her hand over and kissed right in the middle of the palm of her hand.