This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
It was 8:30 AM as Dylan sat drinking his second cup of coffee in the 8th floor Jury Room at the Superior Court Building. He had been called in for jury duty and he had managed to put it off for several months, but he had finally run out of excuses. The place was slowly filling up as people straggled into this room of strangers from their outside lives to possibly sit in judgment of others. Dylan had worked late at his office to help prep a stunt for today – one that he would not be able to do. He was pissed, tired and already bored. He sat down on one of the really long couches that were placed around the room and picked up the LA Times he had brought in to read. He slowly worked his way through the sports section as he sipped his coffee. As he finished an article on Barry Bonds closing in on Hank Aaron's home run record, he glanced up at the clock. That is when he saw her. Instantly, his boredom was gone, and she had his complete and undivided attention.
She was an Amazon, beautiful and extremely striking. Her long black hair was pulled back framing a lovely face sporting a killer smile even this early in the morning. She had coffee with cream colored skin that seemed to gleam against the reddish brown little summer dress that barely concealed her amazing body. She was about 5'10" in her low heeled sandals and her long legs carried her into the room with a gait that made her large breasts bob up and down inside her thin little dress. As she turned to look around the room for a seat, Dylan got a great look at her ass. The thin dress was pulled tightly across her muscular but meaty globes. "The kind of ass that you can put both hands around and fuck all day," Dylan thought to himself lasciviously as he watched her look around and finally sit down across from him. As he casually watched her sit and get settled, she crossed her legs and the short dress rode high up on her thighs revealing her gorgeous legs. The thought of fucking her made Dylan's pants snake jump to alert and start to make its way down his thigh.
Never one to wait for an opportunity to present itself, Dylan always created his own opportunities especially with women. He got up and went to the coffee urns in the corner and poured two large Styrofoam cups of coffee. He slowly walked up to where the Amazon was sitting going thru her purse.
"I hope you like it black," he said as he offered the cup to her.
The Amazon lifted her face and stared at him with hard green eyes. If it was possible she was even more striking up close. What she saw in front of her almost took her breath away. Dylan was as handsome as she was beautiful. At 6'4" and around 215, he was a very excellent specimen of the male form. Her green eyes softened as she looked into his piercing blue ones and a faint smile crossed her full lips.
"I prefer black, but I am open to other things." She took the coffee from him and patted the seat next to her. The very blatant sexual reference did not go unnoticed by Dylan as he sat down. She put her purse down next to her, and re-crossed her legs towards him.
"Thank you for the coffee. That was very nice of you. I'm Rhonda." She said as she held out her hand and took his. As she shook his hand, she looked deep into his eyes. Dylan felt like she was reading him, gauging him as if she was searching for a special connection.
"My name is Dylan, and you are most welcome. You seemed to be the only other person in the room who was awake, so I thought I would talk to you."
"I am glad that you decided too," she smiled at him and released his hand. She took a moment to blow into the cup on the hot coffee, cooling it. Then as she drank the strong coffee gingerly, she looked over the top of the cup at him with her soft green eyes. Dylan stared back at her as he took a sip of his coffee.
So slowly, the dance began. For the next 30 minutes they spoke to each other about their lives and what was happening to them. They talked about their work, home life, and what they did for fun. Slowly, the sexual tension began to build. As they sat talking, they moved closer to each other until their knees were barely touching. She had started to reach out and touch his arm when she laughed or wanted to make a point. Her touch was light and caressing on his arm, and the scent of her perfume was intoxicating. She often leaned forward while they were talking giving Dylan a really good look at her cleavage. Her summer dress was cut low in the front and her large full breasts strained against the thin material. He was sure that she didn't have a bra on. As a matter of fact, he was sure she didn't have anything on under that dress but a thong. The only reason that Dylan's nine inch cock was not sticking up right in her face, was his tight jeans and the LA Times that covered his lap. Her presence was so overwhelming that he had been rock hard for the past 15 minutes.
Just at the moment, one of the court clerks called for everyone's attention. Rhonda had to turn in her seat and face toward the front. As she did the entire length of her thigh pressed against Dylan's, and there it stayed while the clerk droned on about this and that concerning jury duty.
Jury duty was the farthest thing from Dylan's mind at the moment. His body was ablaze with passion for this Amazon beauty. She had completely captivated him with her beauty and sexuality. As if she was reading his mind, she slipped her hand onto his upper thigh not two inches from his straining dick. Slowly, she snaked her hand under the newspaper and right onto the bulge in his pants. It rested there for several seconds as she teased with Dylan's mind, then she gave it a hard squeeze. When she realized the size of the thing she was squeezing, she turned her head in shock and looked at Dylan in amazement. He smiled at her wolfishly and stared at the front of her dress where her excited nipples were poking through the material like two pencil points.
As the clerk rambled on about citizenship and responsibility, Rhonda kept softly stroking his raging cock under the newspaper. Her pussy was dripping with excitement but then she was always horny. She loved sex and she loved teasing good looking men like Dylan. Dylan on the other hand was in complete agony. Here was a woman that like him loved public displays of sexual attraction. She seemed to be a thrill seeker just like him, but this time he could not do anything about it. He just had to sit there as his aching prick was teased and teased. He could bring to feel a wet spot forming in his boxers from all the pre-cum that was leaking from his large mushroom-shaped cockhead.
Dylan needed to cool off. Rhonda had his dick rock hard and it was impossible to concentrate. Her stroking and touching was driving him crazy. He stood up and held his newspaper in front of his crotch so no one else could see his condition, and proceeded to head out of the room. The clerk looked at him as he passed her, and he pointed to the door and said he had to get something out of his car. She nodded to him and told him he had until 10:30 to be back or he was considered absent. As he headed for the door again, he looked at his watch and realized he could be away for an hour and fifteen minutes. He sailed through the door and out into the deserted hallway.
