A Modern Day Night

11 p.m. on a Saturday night. Callie had just finished up her shift as the head waitress at Mo's Bar and Grill. Before leaving, she did one last look around the restaurant to make sure that all was in order and then flicked off the lights in the main dining room and headed towards the bathroom to change into party clothes and touch up her makeup.

Callie rushed to throw on a short black dress that accentuated her tanned legs, let her long brown hair fall down from the pony tail that held it firmly in place and let it land across her shoulders, and then strapped up her four inch heels. Quickly jazzing up her chocolate brown eyes with sparkly eye shadow, Callie took a final look at herself before heading out to her car.

She looked fantastic. The black dress hugged her curvy small frame from her shoulders to about halfway down her thighs, calling attention to her C-cup sized breasts and relatively large butt. Wearing the four inch heels made her feel powerful and tall (normally she was pretty short compared to most people). Callie ran her fingers through her hair; for some reason it always looked like she had just had sex- it splayed long and wavy across her back and shoulders. She grabbed her purse and headed out to her car so that she could drive over to her friend's party.

Her heels clicked on the pavement as she made her way to her car. Reaching her BMW, Callie fumbled for her keys and nervously glanced around. The parking lot was deserted and she had parked all the way in the back in the employee spots; she felt naked out in the open with no one around. She started digging around in her purse frantically as the fear of being alone really hit her. She didn't notice the large man approach her from behind.

Callie felt the pressure of the knife at her back before she heard the voice:

"Stay facing your car. Give me your purse," it demanded. She did as the voice told, not wanting to upset it further.

"Now bend over."

"Ex-excuse me?" Callie stuttered over the words, not believing what was about to happen. Just as she was about to follow orders, the pressure of the knife subsided and she heard a commotion going on behind her. Callie whipped around to see her attacker land with a thud on the ground.

A tall, very fit man stood between Callie and her attacker. His stance was protective and for some reason Callie wasn't afraid of him. She trusted this knight of sorts.

The fight finished with her attacker running off and limping. Callie's protector turned around and she got a good look at him. He had stunning blue eyes and a charming smile.

Sticking his hand out, he said, "Hi, I'm Aiden. What, may I ask, is your name, Beautiful?"

"I'mCalliethankyousomuchforsavingme," She answered in one breath. "What can I do to repay you?"

"Well, how about a drink and something to eat? You look like you could use a relaxing night in."

"Alright, lemme just text my friends so they know that I'm not coming." Callie reached into her purse and took out her cell phone.

Aiden watched Callie's freshly manicured nails speedily move across the keyboard. She endearingly bit her lip and he couldn't help but notice the other cute things about her -- the way her hair fell, the little way her eyebrows knotted in concentration, and finally the relief that spread across her face with the answer she was hoping for.

"Ok, I'm good to go!"

Aiden and Callie climbed into her car. Little did Callie know, her night was about to take a very interesting turn.

Click.

Callie unlocked her apartment door and showed Aiden inside. She finally got to get a good look at him in the bright light of her entryway. He was about 6'1" with very lean muscles. Aiden had a charming smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"We should probably order something before everything closes...does pizza and beer work for you?" Callie asked, playing the good hostess.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Aiden cheerily replied with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Make yourself at home," Callie told him and walked into the kitchen to place the order.

Aiden got a good view of her ass as she walked away from him. It swayed with every switch of her hips. He loved the way it curved; most women have this stupid viewpoint that large, curvy asses are bad. Callie had one of those curvy and perfectly plump asses. It wasn't fat and gross, just fit and kind of big -- perfect for thrusting into during doggy style...or just for groping in general.

Aiden felt himself start to harden and had to work quickly to conceal the ever growing bulge in his pants so as not to give his desire away. He watched the way she bit her lip while she waited for the pizza place to answer her call. All Aiden wanted to do was rip that phone from Callie's hand, hike up her dress, bend her over, and fuck her...hard. His base instincts were no different than that mugger's. Why did this girl make him feel this way? Aiden was supposed to be the protector, not the villain...or was he? Was this some secret part of his subconscious?

"Pizza should be here in, like, 15 minutes or so," she beamed up at him. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to slip into something a bit more comfy."

"No, not at all, I'll just wait right here," he replied.

Callie returned about 5 minutes later wearing a tight white tank top that stretched across her tits and didn't fully cover her tummy. She wore boxers on the bottom and had her hair pulled back into two pigtails, the image of the innocent school girl at a slumber party.

Yet again, Aiden felt his cock begin to harden. Luckily, he was saved by the bell and given a chance to calm down. As Callie stood up to get the door, Aiden caught a whiff of her. Sure, her perfume smelled great, but there was another underlying scent that made Aiden crave her -- he could smell her pussy. It was emanating the "fuck me now" scent that every woman has the capability to produce. Almost none realize that a man can smell this scent, even if they only get a faint sniff of it; they can smell it even when the woman sometimes can't. She smelled so good.

"Um hello?? Aiden??"

Aiden snapped back to attention. "Sorry, I was just, uhh, thinking about some stuff, what were you saying?"

"Just telling you to have some pizza," Callie looked up at Aiden from under her eyelashes. She was the image of pure seduction -- innocent eyes, the nervous biting of her lip, little nipples erect on her supple breasts...wait a minute. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"I don't want pizza, I want you," Aiden growled, reaching his hand forward to cup her tit. He squeezed the taught orb with his hand. His other hand reached down between her legs to feel how wet she was. Callie was soaked and very warm, perfect for fucking.

Aiden grabbed Callie by the waist and turned her around. He ripped off her boxer shorts and admired her pussy while hurriedly pulling down his pants.

"You want this? I can smell your pussy from across the room. It's begging me to take you, so I'm taking you, whether you like it or not. I know your body wants it, I don't really care what your mind is saying because you'll enjoy this," Aiden gruffly stated.

With that statement, Aiden plunged his fully erect and very huge cock all the way into Callie's pussy. It was tighter and wetter than anything he had felt before. He slowly thrusted his whole shaft in and out of her, feeling her clench around him.

Callie was moaning. She felt as if this man was just filling her up completely. Her pussy had been aching all night long -- it had wanted a cock to fuck it. Callie had been nervous around Aiden the entire night, what her body wanted had her mind hesitating -- how could she fuck a guy she had just met? Either way, she found herself mounted and being fucked. Aiden's cock felt better with every thrust -- Callie could not stop cuming. She felt her pussy juices dripping down her thighs. Aiden's fingers brushed across the wetness streaming down her legs. Then, he worked them around her asshole. Callie's rosebud accepted the tip of a finger into it. Aiden worked his fingers in until Callie was doubly filled -- by Aiden's cock and his two thumbs, plunged in her little asshole. Every time she clenched with her pussy, her asshole strained against the foreign objects that had taken hold inside of it. This sensation of being filled only made Callie come more. She bucked against Aiden's thrusts and could fill his cock swell even more.

Aiden pulled his fingers out of Callie's ass and wiped them on the couch. He finally unleashed his dominant side and reached around to her throat, slightly choking her. His fingers clenched around her neck as he fucked her hard. Callie was screaming now (or trying to, seeing as she barely had any air to scream with), the lack of oxygen encouraging her to orgasm more. Her pussy wildly clenched harder and harder around Aiden's cock. He felt the warm and tight wetness slide against his taught shaft. Any second now he would explode his hot cum into her hot box. Aiden took his free hand and tweaked Callie's nipples so she knew exactly who was in charge.

"CUM FOR ME NOW!" he yelled.

As she came, Callie felt Aiden remove his hand from her throat and join his other hand at squeezing and twisting her nipples as he thrusted into her. The huge rush of oxygen added power to her orgasm. Callie's entire body shook as she let the orgasm take her completely. She felt Aiden blow his hot load into her pussy. Callie bucked against him until she felt Aiden's dick go limp.

Aiden pulled his sensitive dick out of Callie's pussy.

"Get used to this, it's going to happen again," he said, kissing Callie's forehead. "I want you to be mine, completely. There's something different about you, Callie. All I know is that you are a chance I'm not willing to pass up."

"I think I know what you mean," Callie smiled and reached for a slice of pizza, "but for now, let's just eat." She flipped on the television to one of those cheesy scifi movies and snuggled up next to Aiden. Aiden settled in with Callie and couldn't help but wonder what was in store for them.