Shit, little girl...
What would I do to you? Hmm.... Well, I guess that would depend on the amount of time in which I had to do it! But, since this is MY fantasy, you're desires/wishes don't really mean a darn thing, do they?
OK, it's a dark and stormy night and we're stranded in a big, deserted, old, Victorian mansion. There are no people within a hundred miles to disturb us. (And, no, this is not a Horror-movie script, either.)
Your perfume has been driving me wild all night, which is evident by the lump in my jeans, which has delighted you all night. You keep making fun of my plight; I'm not sure why, though... I think it's just your way of expressing the fact that you're nervous. I mean, this IS our first date and all, and my car really DID break down on that deserted road, a mile back. But that's beside the point!
I just wish I wasn't so nervous because I might be more able to enjoy the fact that I'm stranded with a really beautiful girl. Look at you: 5'7" tall; with long, wavy brown hair and smouldering, sexy blue eyes! You look good enough to eat, wearing that sexy, black dress I asked you to wear! And while those 3-inch "fuck-me" pumps make you 2" taller than me, they make your ass look oh-so-sexy! 38-28-36! Good God, I could cum, right now...
I look into your eyes, from across the front foyer, as the lightning creases the sky outside, behind us, and you can see the animal-lust seething in my green eyes. It's a look you've never seen before and it scares you. You want to run, hide but you're too scared to venture into the big, creepy, dark house alone. So you wait to see what I'm going to do, first! When I fumble around and find a light switch that works, I see some tension leave your shoulders as I hear you sigh with relief. At least that takes care of our lighting situation... Now, at least, we can see what kind of predicament we've found ourselves in.
I decide to walk through the rooms on the first floor, suggesting that you go upstairs and look around. When that idea is met with a resounding, "No way! There might be something UP there!" I suggest that you follow me, then. You stick to me like a scared child, clinging to its parent for protection. I find it kind of sweet/ cute, being able to comfort you in your moment of distress.
As we walked through the old mansion, turning on the lights, we realize that no one has lived here for weeks, maybe months. There's a lot of dust--- thick layers of damp, musty, old dust on the sheets covering the furniture. Very reminiscent of an old black and white movie.
As the rain beats down upon the slate-tiled roof, the lights inside flicker and then dim each time the lightning flashes outside. The air smells of ozone. Ozone, fear and impending lust. I can feel my penis grow, for each time the lightning flashes, you clutch at my shoulder, rubbing your wet shirt-covered breasts across my back and I can feel your nipples poking through the thin cotton, like fingers, poking me, to tell me to wake-up and take notice of this beautiful girl who might just need something shoved between her legs to take her mind off the fear of our surroundings!
Just then, we open a door and find ourselves in the foyer, again. I tell you to follow me up the winding staircase. You do, closely, so as not to let me out of your range of comfort.
Once upstairs, we come upon a bedroom that overlooks the front yard, where we'd wandered in from the road. We can see my car, still there, a mile away so, that gives us some measure of relief, just knowing that we'll still have a way to get home if/when this storm ceases.
You pull the dust cloth from off the bed in that room, there and spread out on the mattress. I find an old blanket in the closet to the right of the bed and throw it over you, covering you, completely. I quickly duck into the bathroom to the right of the closet and close the door, keeping the light off. You yell out to me, once you've pulled yourself out from under the blanket, "Chris? Chris, where ARE you?" I say nothing, trying to continue with my little game of hide-n-seek, until I hear your voice again, this time, more urgent. "CHRIS? CHRIS, THIS ISN'T FUNNY... I'M SCARED!"
Rather than give myself away with my voice, I turn on the bathroom light and start to relieve myself. AHHHH, but that feels good! Then I hear you ask me to hurry-up, because you, "hafta go, too!"
Once you're out of the bathroom, I see the light go off and you run out, into the bedroom and dive under the blanket with me. Not until your bare leg brushes against my arm do I realize that, you're completely naked under the blanket.
I sleep best when I'm nude but left my boxers and t-shirt on, because this WAS our first date, after-all... "OK, if that's the way you wanna play it, I'll strip into my 'bare-nakeds,' too," I say, eliciting a giggle from you. (I love making beautiful girls giggle.)
As we both come to the realization that there's no turning back from where we are now, we just accept whatever happens, will happen and we calm down. Whatever apprehension we might've had before, is now replaced with a calming, lust! Neither of us wants to fight our passions, any longer... It feels so right to give-in to it all!
I offer to give you a soft, sensual massage. You roll over, moaning your acceptance of my gift. I start at your shoulders and work my way down your back to your buttocks, thighs and calves. By this time, your body is very relaxed. I then tell you to roll over so I can work on your front. "Mmm-hmmmm..." you exhale a long ascension to my offer. Again, I start at your shoulders and work my way down your body, teasingly avoiding all the spots that you desire for me to stimulate. Your nipples, I can tell, must be as painful as my own erection is, at this point, so I decide to take matters into my own hands and attend to your more sensuous parts. I straddle your mid-torso and lay my hard on across your taut belly. You can feel the head poking your belly button, as if it's trying to achieve insertion. Then you feel the assault on your nipples. This makes them feel like the lightning has come through the roof of the house and struck right into your nervous system! As you cry out, there is a tremendous clap of thunder, just outside the house! The beating in your chest is not as loud as the beating in your head as your body goes into the throes of your first orgasm of the night!
