Just a short fun one this week. The twists caught one of my reviewers by surprise but not the other.
Thanks once again XTCH and Nancy for the reviews. WARNING: Another tale involving an unrealistically dumb-as-dog-shit woman. Any comments giving an in depth analysis of the storyline or criticising her lack of depth may make other people think you're a bit silly.
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Fiona was excited as she got ready for her date. This was her third date with Carl and all the signs were good that Carl was going to get lucky for the first time tonight. She was getting wet with the anticipation of it. As she put the last of her makeup on, she thought about the first two dates.
She'd met Carl when she went out almost a month ago, with her friend Rachel. They had been planning on having just a quiet night to celebrate Rachel's birthday. However, when the two hunky guys bought them drinks and very persistently made their intentions of getting to know them better apparent, things had changed. Rachel cracked first and with a look at Fiona for approval, agreed to a couple of dances. That left Fiona with Carl. He was a perfect gentleman throughout the four dances she allowed him. It seemed natural that the four of them shared the table when they all returned.
She had absolutely no idea what Rachel and her guy talked about. She had eyes only for Carl. He was handsome, witty and a good five years younger than her. But the most alluring thing about him was that he made her the centre of his universe. While she was in his presence, she had his undivided attention. It was very flattering. By the end of the evening she was seriously considering relaxing her long held standards never to sleep with a guy she didn't love. She knew she would regret that later and it sent wholly the wrong message.
Fortunately, Carl relieved her of that problem by calling an end to the night. He explained that he had an early start at work the next day. Perfect gentleman that he was, he settled both girl's tabs for them before leading them out to Fiona's car. He drew her in for a short kiss on the lips, then bid her goodnight.
She was a little surprised when Rachel announced she was going home with Carl's friend to his apartment. She knew Rachel had lower standards than she did, but this was still unusual behaviour. Fiona returned home alone, very excited, with anticipation of the future. Once out of Carl's mesmeric presence, her natural cynicism allowed the first crack to appear in her dream. What were the odds that someone as good as Carl was unattached? She had automatically checked for a wedding ring and been relieved by its absence but she couldn't help remembering the cynics mantra. 'Girls, if you meet a single guy who is handsome, muscular, attentive and sensitive, don't waste your time. He no doubt already has a boyfriend.' However, she knew Carl wasn't gay. When she'd pressed up against him during that last dance she had definitely felt the stirrings of an erection. She would never normally be so presumptuous during a first meeting, but she instinctively knew that she couldn't let this one get away.
With her obvious interest in Carl, an impartial observer may have been confused why she didn't agree on a second date with him until 11 days later. He had called at least every second day and obviously returned her attraction.
Her second date was again with Rachel and was in the same bar as last time. Carl and his friend were already there. He greeted Fiona with a very friendly kiss and again the foursome split into two pairs at the same table. It was half an hour later, that Fiona managed to pull away from his animal magnetism and closeness, to examine his left hand. A shudder of disappointment went through her as she saw the faint shadow on his ring finger.
"You're married you cheating prick. I knew you were too good to be true."
"Oh you mean this," said Carl, holding up his ring finger. "I was married until six months ago but unfortunately it failed. As it is winter and I have an office job, the paleness has yet to be tanned out."
Relieved and a little afraid of the damage her outburst may have done to their burgeoning relationship, Fiona quickly apologised. She then just as quickly decided to use all her charms to repair any damage. Dragging Carl onto the dance floor she pressed up against him. He accepted her apology by leaning down and pulling her in for a sensuous kiss. They ended up dancing and kissing until the bar closed at midnight. Neither had any idea when Rachel and Carl's friend had left but their table was empty when they finally returned.
Fiona was caught in a dilemma almost as old as time itself. She really wanted to ensnare Carl by taking him to her bed right now. The relief from the ache in her loins would be a secondary benefit of that. However, she wasn't interested in just a short term fling. By giving in tonight she knew she risked losing his respect, if he was interested in a longer term relationship. She decided he would have to work harder for his reward. Besides, that would allow him to further demonstrate his need for her. Nothing stroked her ego like being chased by a virile man. It was at least as good a thrill as the first sex with a new partner.
After gently letting him down she allowed him again the escort her to her car. This time they passionately kissed goodnight. Proud of her self-control, she returned home.
Over the next two weeks, Fiona basked in the glow of being pursued. Carl rang her a minimum of once a day. Every second or third day he sent either flowers or chocolates to her office. That was one of the reasons she didn't agree to a third date until 15 days after the second. She sensed Carl was becoming despondent of his chances. Desperate not to lose him she immediately agreed to a date. Now, here she was, sitting at her makeup table wondering whether tonight was going to be the night.
This time there was no Rachel and they met at a different bar. Fiona knew she was running a risk when she asked him again if he was married. She prefaced the question as her not believing that such a hot guy was available. She saw a flicker in his eye that she interpreted as meaning that he had been hurt by her question. She immediately gave him her best kiss.
"Look Fi, how can I prove to you that I'm not?"
"Easy, we'll dance for a while then you can take me back to your place."
Any misgivings Carl may have held, rapidly blew away and he drew her in for another smoldering kiss.
At a table at the other end of the bar, Tom observed the intimate couple closely. He hadn't observed this couple interact before. He judged with an eye tuned by years of watching couples. Third date I reckon. She's just told him he's going to score tonight. He would follow them tonight just to confirm his judgement. If he was lucky they might couple somewhere he could not only watch, but take some photos and videos for his growing collection. With that anticipation his heart raced.
On the dance floor the happy couple had almost given up all pretense of sticking to the beat of the music, in favour of embracing and tongue dueling. A mere 45 minutes after they had arrived, Carl hustled Fiona out to his car and drove her away. Tom was already waiting in his own car and with practiced ease followed them to an apartment a mere 10 minutes' drive away.
Fiona stood impatiently while Carl fumbled to find the right key to open the door. He finally managed it with the third one. Fiona was breathing heavily with anticipation and her panties were soaked.
Once the door was closed and the happy couple were inside, Tom strolled from his place of concealment behind a tree on the street and made his way around to the back of the three apartment block. With experience he looked around at the high wooden fences surrounding the block and judged that he wouldn't be observed in his spying. He could see through the partially open curtains, through the darkened bedroom into the lounge.
Carl and Fiona were in the midst of tearing each other's clothes off. Tom opened his belt bag and retrieved his video camera. He was disappointed that the action was in the lounge but realised it could have been far worse. The curtains might have been closed. He got some really good footage of Carl eating Fiona to a screaming orgasm on the couch. She must have been excited as it only took about two minutes.
Impatiently Carl then dragged Fiona off the couch and pushed her to her knees. She eagerly took him in her mouth. Hmm, nice size, she thought. Any plan of making it a slow sensuous first time was kyboshed by Carl rapidly thrusting in and out, the depth being limited by her dainty hand around his base. Again within two or three minutes the action was over. Carl prevented her escape by pushing the back of her head with both of his hands and flooded her mouth.
At the window Tom thought this was priceless. For less than five minutes of his time, he had both climaxes on tape. He was even more excited when the happy couple moved into the bedroom, turned the bedside light on but didn't close the curtains. He stepped away from the light escaping through the curtains, until he judged from experience that they were fully occupied again. He had just confirmed that Carl had Fiona on her back with widely spread legs and his tongue again in her sex, when he heard it. The distinctive snap of a dry twig breaking under someone's stealthy foot.
He backed into the shadows, while judging that the noise had come from the brush about 10m to his left. It was an occupational hazard of his activities that he sometimes wasn't the only watcher. It never failed to embarrass him though. He wasn't particularly proud of what he did.
