It was a fairly ordinary night in Michelle's life. It had taken a very short time for her to find a nice guy who would promise to fuck her all night long.
She had went to the bar right across the street, and hadn't even had a drop of drink before a fairly average-looking but kind of cute blond guy in a leather jacket had laid his eyes on her. And she had seen him.
Jimmy, he had called himself.
An adventurous-looking guy in a leather jacket... with glasses. A short-haired, busty brunette in jeans and vest... with glasses. Michelle felt that things weren't as they seemed.
It all happened so fast after the initial encounter: A few nice pleasantries, reading the obvious signs that the guy wanted to fuck her, and then asking him if he'd be willing to go in bed with her from 10 PM to 4 AM. He had asked if she had any other entertainment for the night, too. She had said no. He said "Fine."
It had taken her a far, far, far longer time to convince him that it was okay to fuck her without a condom. She just happened to be in mood for that.
And now, he probably had needed even less time to bring her to climax.
Hell, Michelle thought, if he can give me an orgasm in under five minutes, who knows what would happen later on. A bit less than six hours to go...
They had needed no words since they had left the bar. They had started to make out in the long elevator ride from the bar to Michelle's apartment.
They went through the hall to her bedroom. Clothes off. Sweet, sweet kissing and care.
Power of touch.
Power of kisses. Michelle just loved a guy who didn't immediately go for boobs.
You've got to kiss first and then go for boobs, Michelle thought. Like this guy.
She liked just plain normal kisses.
