The following is written in multiple first person point of view. The characters speak, not me. It is fiction, intended to entertain. If it doesn't, by all means erase, exit or otherwise eliminate it from your life, as is your right. If I offend or disturb you in anyway, I am sorry, for that is not my intention. If by chance, I make you smile, or maybe wiggle in your seat, well, you'll be getting a touch of what I felt while writing this story. And that's exactly why I wrote it. Thank you sincerely, for your precious time.
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Rod: Fuckable, so totally fuckable. She is so hot my dick is dancing in my pants. I want that broad so bad I could cum right now, just standing here. Damn she is hot! Look at those tits! They gotta be "D's" or maybe double, but so firm! They stand right out there, begging for me.
Danielle: I can feel my heart bumping and that's trouble. What a gorgeous guy. He's kind, considerate, gracious and just plain hot! What else could I ask for? I like him, a lot. I don't think at this point there's anything I wouldn't do for him. This is so dangerous...
Rod: "Dinner was nice. Thank you, for coming." That was lame. I don't care. I can't take my eyes off her. Her hair is so long, and wavy, and full of motion as if blowing in the breeze. It's cold out here on these steps. Damn, I wish she'd ask me in.
Danielle: "Thank you!" I don't dare ask him in, do I? I might attack the poor guy. I don't trust myself. I can see myself telling him to sit on the couch while I freshen up and then disappear to change into a "fuck me" outfit and come back begging. What am I going to do?
Rod: "It's a bit chilly. Here, take my coat." That was brilliant! Give her my coat so she knows I don't want to leave. I want this to last as long as it can.
Danielle: Oh my God. He's too good to be true. "Thank you, but, why don't we go inside where it's warmer?" Damn! I did it now. Oh no, how am I going to stop this?
Rod: "Sure." Count the lucky stars, look up and count the lucky stars. Hold the door for her asshole. That's it, oh man, look at that lovely ass. Those cheeks are bulging just for me. Ugh!
Danielle: "Why don't you sit here for a moment while I freshen up?" Ieee Yieee Yieee. I am sooo predictable! Now what am I going to do? Where is that light weave spandex tube top? No need for a bra in that. Good, the nipples are showing, oh, I hope not too much. Wow, if he doesn't go for my tits shaped like that, so perfectly formed in this skin hugging material, he's brain dead, or dick dead, hehe. Now the thong, there, and the "fuck me" leather skirt. Hmm... just a touch of lip gloss... and a pencil..., brush the hair but not too much... and one final shake... he's not gonna be able to resist this. Danielle! What the hell is the matter with you? Are you nuts? There he is, oh my God. He's hot! "Nuts? I have some wine too, red?"
Rod: She is the hottest woman I've ever been this close to! Period! She's hot looking, and hot acting. Look at those breasts so succulently encased in that top, her nipples poking right through. She's gorgeous. I could jump her here and now and live with the prison sentence -- she's worth life. Just look at the heft of those tits! I love the way they bounce in that stretchy stuff when she walks. I would give anything to cup those and hold them in my hands right now. She is too much! "Nuts? Sure, and red is fine." So fucking fine it's incredible. Look at her hips sway -- they're calling you Rod, their looking for the Rodster, bobbing and weaving through the forest, searching for their master. I'm gonna have a heart attack.
Danielle: Is he still looking? He hasn't sat down. Oh no! I hope he isn't leaving! He couldn't be. He just asked for red wine, and nuts. I hope I get a couple of his nuts tonight. Danielle! "Here we go. I'll just put these down and..."
Rod: "A toast?" That ass she's bending over is crying out for me.
Danielle: "Of course. To..." What is the matter with me?
Rod: "Us." Duh, can we do a little better? "To a great night -- that's not over yet?" Too forward?
Danielle: "That's not over yet." I'm out of my mind. Hmmm. What's he doing?
Rod: "Daneille?" Let me get my arms around you baby and we are home free. The moment of truth.
Danielle: "Oh yes!" He's wrapping me up! Hold me you gorgeous hunk. Pull me in and don't let go.
Rod: She's buying it! She's so warm. No bra, I'm sure now. Her back is so smooth with this top. I feel her pushing her mound up against me. This is too good to be true. Her legs just spread to wrap around one of mine, just a little, probably testing the waters. I must kiss her more passionately.
Danielle: Mmmm, that's it. Send that tongue in here and let me work it over. How's that for a nibble, Mister? Now let me plunge right back. Oh, yes, he tastes delicious. No cigarette breath. Listen to me! I quit three months ago and now I hate the taste. The wine is helping. Oh! His leg is responding. Mmmm.. that feels so good on my mound. His thigh is pushing against me, just a little lower, just a little harder.
Rod: She's sucking me in! I love it. Let's try something. My thigh is getting warmer. Let me push just a little more. Yes. She is squeezing back. She wants it man, so bad, almost as bad as I do! This is gonna be some night. Whoa, wait a minute. If she's that hot, let's slow this down, make it last. I mean, passion fucks are great, but we're talking all time classic here. Let me just try my hands a little lower, slowly.
Danielle: "Ohh, that's nice." His hands on my ass, they feel so good. Knead me, you horny hunk. Make me squirm. Damn. He's taking his time, but then again, the way he is massaging, not too hard and not too light, just right. Let me wiggle back a little encouragement.
Rod: She likes that. Let me grab just little harder, let her know who's in charge.
Danielle: That feels so good. He really does know what he's doing.
Rod: Now thigh pressure. She's pushing back, her mound hot on my leg. Her hair is exotic, like a forest of scent all over my face. "You smell so nice, Danielle."
Danielle: Oh my God. I'm gonna cum if his thigh rubs any harder on my clitoris. He's doing this perfectly. What will he think when I cum? I hope he's not offended like some guys -- creeps with no idea what it's like to be a real woman. And will he be able to keep up? Oh, I need him to be right for me.
Rod: She's shaking! My God! Is she going to cum already? What do I do? Stop? Move more to make her cum? Oh what the hell. Let 'er rip. There, the knee and thigh moving up and down and I can feel her skirt pushed up, her wetness, ohhhh, man, that's hot. She's so wet my pants are wet! I feel her heat on my skin! This is too good to be true.
Danielle: I'm gonna cum. He's too good, or it's been too long. I don't care. I hope he's ready.
Rod: She's shaking like an earth quake! Wow! She's holding me so tight I could do a cartwheel and she'd still be there with me, clinging for her life. And the quaking... What's that? Oh! She's gushing! Holy shit! She's running like a faucet all over my leg! Yes! Do it baby! "Do it! Yes! Cum on me baby! Let it go for me Danielle. It's okay. It's... so wonderful."
Danielle: So wonderful? Can he be for real? He likes my flooding? "Oh yes! Oh my! Oh yes! Rod you are too much! I want you, so bad! Yes, make me cum, Rod! Yes, yes, yes..." Okay, that's enough already. Stop, Danielle. You're spent. What is it with this guy? How does he do so much to me? Who cares? That was the best orgasm I've had in years and we aren't even in bed yet. Bring it on, Mr. Rod Man, bring it on!
Rod: "You are unbelievable, Danielle. Are you okay?" She was still trembling, but snuggling into me like a cub to its mama. She feels good, too. I just hope that's not all.