Danielle Drake had never really thought about her friend Marc in that way. No that he was in any way unattractive - on the contrary, the majority of women would consider him to be a pretty decent looking guy. At 5'8" and a fit 175 pounds, the 30-year-old looked to be in fine shape and he kept himself looking good most of the time. His brown hair and eyes were dark and suggested something a little mysterious under his calm and cool demeanour. Still, she had never really thought about him in that way -- until now.
She had always had a boyfriend. Not one in particular, but rather a constant flow of handsome beaus who wined and dined her until she was ready to move on to the next one. Maybe that was why Danielle had never thought about him in that way -- there was simply never an appropriate time for it.
But now things were different. She was in the midst of something she had not experienced in years. She was actually single. Things ended with her latest suitor after he stood her up one Friday night, and she had yet to land herself a new paramour. Still, she had not begun to think of Marc in that way.
Not that Danielle thought she would have any difficulties in finding herself a new man -- she had never had any problems in that department in the past, after all she was by most accounts a complete knockout. A slim and toned 5'2" and 110 pounds, she kept herself in amazing shape and owned a rock-hard body. At 27-years-old, she still could pass for a college student with her youthful beauty and fun-loving and free-spirited personality. Her curly chestnut hair was streaked with blonde and fell in long, sexy S-shaped waves cascading to her mid-back. Topping off her total package, her impressive bosom boasted an eye-catching 36D measurement -- something she took no shame in exploiting with low-cut and tight fitting tops at every opportunity.
After several weeks of wallowing in the lowly existence of a single woman, she had decided to join her friend Marc at a mutual acquaintance's party, in the hope that she might meet some new eligible bachelors along the way.
Dressed to impress -- and pick-up, Danielle wore a sexy sleeveless black corset-style blouse that buttoned in the front, with lace-up details in the back. The shirt's plunging v-neck cut in the front and tight fit nicely showcased her ample cleavage. She paired that with a skinny pair of snug fitting blue jeans that left very little to the imagination. Her long layers of soft, loose curls fell down her back impeccably, and her near flawless face was touched with just the right amount of makeup to enhance her natural beauty to a level of near perfection.
Unfortunately for her, the party turned out to be quite a bust for her intended mission. The guests at the gathering numbered mostly couples, or guys she would not be caught dead with in a million years. With no reasonable targets in sight, she spent the majority of the event talking with Marc and enjoying a copious amount of apple martinis.
Half in the bag, the two left the disappointing get-together and took a taxi back to Danielle's place. Once there, he helped his stumbling friend into her condo amid her drunken ramblings of needing to find a man. After getting her inside and struggling to remove her heels, Marc finally managed to escort her back to her bedroom and situate her onto the bed. Still mumbling about how she needed to find herself a new boyfriend, she barely even took notice when he kissed her on the forehead and wished her a good night before slipping into the hallway to let her sleep off her martini-fuelled drunk.
As he walked away from Danielle's bedroom, listening to the incoherent babbling and sounds of lumbering movement coming from behind him, Marc could not help but let his mind wander a bit. His thoughts turned to that of long-hidden desires and fantasies, and the possibility of turning them into a reality. He had always lusted after this young woman, but had never had the opportunity -- or the courage, to act on his wanton desires towards her. He was torn. He knew she was pretty inebriated, but he also knew that a chance like this might never present itself again. He squeezed his eyes shut in a vain attempt to clear his head, but his mind's eye could only focus on one image -- that of the gorgeous woman in the next room lying on the bed. In an almost trance-like state, his eyes popped open, and then he turned around and headed straight for the bedroom door.
As he entered the room, he was pleasantly surprised to see that the sounds of clumsy movement he had overheard had been Danielle undressing herself to go to bed. Gone were her shirt and jeans, leaving only a black lace push-up bra and matching thong covering her fine body's most private areas. She now lay on her side on the bed, her right arm folded up under her head and eyelids fluttering as she sought sleep. Slowly, he moved in.
He approached the bed cautiously and reached out with his right hand, gently stroking her shoulder first, then her cheek with the back of his hand. Danielle's eyes flickered open gradually with the familiar touch of her friend. She looked up at him through an alcoholic haze in the dim light as his fingers embraced her chin. Smiling at his tender touch, she rose slowly as he pulled his hand away, keeping the warm contact with his skin intact. Almost instinctively, when she sat up and came face to face with Marc, her hands reached out and took hold of the sides of his face. Flashing an inebriated smile on her beautiful face, she slowly leaned in and touched her lips to his.
Electricity shot through his body as their mouths met one another. Their tongues danced with each other as they gingerly pressed their lips together with increasing energy. Pulling back briefly, he looked into her eyes, and seeing no hesitation whatsoever on her part, her eagerly returned to the lip-lock, hungrily ramming his tongue deep into her mouth as she slid her hands down to grab the collar of his shirt and pull his face even tighter against hers. Dropping her head back in bliss, Danielle broke their amorous kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Sliding his mouth downwards, Marc turned his oral attentions to her neck, running his lips and tongue over the soft skin of her throat and collarbone as his hands began exploring her shoulders and tops of her bra-covered breasts.
Moaning in pleasure, she offered no resistance as his fingers effortlessly slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders and eased the undergarment down below her extraordinary bosom. Slowly, the couple moved backwards onto the bed as their lips reconnected and he eased her down with a series of deep kisses gentle strokes of his hands. Softly, he slid down and placed his lips on her right tit, sucking in her hardening nipple ever so briefly, and then moving over to do the same with the left. Danielle's breathing quickened as she watched his tongue moved across her breast, flicking at her hard nipple and sensitive areola.
Gradually, he moved his trail of kisses downwards onto her tight stomach, her back arching in response to the attention, and her hands grabbing at her own tits to add to her increasing level of stimulation. Her body writhed as she pinched her nipples and groaned in approval of his mouth's movements. Sensing that he was not going to face any opposition at all in this seduction, Marc slowly backed off and stood. Staring at the beautiful woman lying before him, massaging her breasts and moaning in anticipation of his next action, he quickly peeled off his shirt and pulled off his pants and boxers.
She let out an incredible shriek of ecstasy as he swiftly moved down in between her legs, pulled the thin strip of material away from her pussy and dragged his tongue across her engorged cunt lips. Her eyes squeezed shut and she clutched at her tits as he swirled his tongue around her clit before suctioning his lips around her snatch and sucking as hard as he could. His tongue darted in and out of her pussy at a rapid pace as she moaned with each wet movement in between her legs. He moved a hand in place of his mouth and gently rubbed his fingers across her cunt several times before he stopped altogether to finally pull her panties off her quivering body.
Repositioning themselves, Danielle know found herself on top, enthusiastically jamming her tongue into his mouth as his hand reached around her and unfastened her bra. She pulled back and sat up on his lap as she felt the straps release. She slowly pulled off her bra and presented her amazing rack to Marc. Reaching up, he grabbed hold of her fabulous globes and squeezed them forcefully, eliciting a deep groan as his fingers pinched her now rock hard nipples. Relenting on the pressure from his vice-like grip on her breasts, he eased her downwards towards his throbbing manhood.
