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.