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Tall, Dark, and . . .

By: sr71plt



She shouldn't have come out on the promenade deck alone. But the party in the cruise ship's Spotlight Lounge had become so loud and boisterous—and the swirling crowd so suffocating—that Ellen had to get away. If anyone asked why'd she'd strayed, she'd just tell them that Little Bo Peep was looking for her sheep. That was the costume Stephanie had gotten for her, whereas Stephanie was decked out as a sexy Cleopatra.

Ellen half suspected that her friend and coworker at the Atlanta ad agency that picked the costumes on purpose. Stephanie was always trying to steal a march on Ellen. Ellen had made the mistake of saying she looked forward to this Caribbean Halloween-themed cruise as an opportunity to let loose, and she knew Stephanie didn't want to be upstaged in that regard. She also had found that Stephanie had taken this as license to throw every half-way decent man she could find at Ellen—the ones that Stephanie didn't want to use up first, of course.

As soon as she'd come out on deck, though, Ellen decided this had been a mistake. It was so dark out here and she'd felt as she walked toward the bow of the ship from the stern that she was being watched.

And now she thought she heard the scrapping of shoes on the deck behind her.

She turned. Yes, there was someone there. Tall and dark. Dressed in black. In fact all black. A black man. And one of some height and build.

Ellen's throat constricted. She couldn't help it. She'd moved to Atlanta from New Mexico. There hadn't been hardly any blacks in Albuquerque. But there certainly were in Atlanta. And she didn't live in the best of neighborhoods. She knew she shouldn't be frightened in the presence of a person of color—a man, mainly; black women didn't bother her. Black men frightened her—and something else, too, though. They intrigued her, in a sensual, "what if" way. But this only frightened her more.

She thought now that she recognized him from the costume party—as much as a stranger in a mask and costume could be considered "recognized." And she had to admit that this was one reason she'd retreated from the party. He'd been tall—almost overpowering—and decked out all in black. A pirate, she thought. And it seemed like he'd been watching her and was moving ever closer to her as he moved around the party room floor in a seemingly random manner.

And there he was—out on the deck. Maybe following her. She quickened her steps and came around to plate glass doors of the casino at the stern of the boat—and ran right into a tall, masked man in a Harlequin costume.

"There you are, Ellen. I searched for you at the lounge but didn't find you."

It was Riyad—the intriguingly handsome Saudi businessmen who had been assigned to her dining table—the one that Stephanie had said, with some regret, had the hots for Ellen. The man who had kissed her hand as she sat at the table on the previous two evenings that the ship was steaming toward Puerto Rico—and then, just this afternoon, had leaned down and brushed her lips with his before he left the table—much to Stephanie's obvious chagrin, with the whisper of just one word—"Later"—which seemed to be saying so much more than the one word. And that had seemed to be taking so much for granted. Riyad had already conveyed the impression that he prized himself highly and took what he took as if by some right of being Riyad.

"Riyad. I'm so glad—" She didn't have a chance to tell him why she was glad to see him and he obviously jumped to his own conclusions on that. He took her in a strong embrace, pushed her into an alcove with a door in it that likely led to a service corridor, and mashed her lips with his, taking her breath away. She yielded to the kiss. And as she did so, his hands began to wander.

One was inside the low-necked bodice of her peasant costume, and she couldn't hold back her moan of pleasure when his hand cupped her breasts, skin on skin, one after the other, and first his thumb, and then his lips, found her nipples.

His other hand was hiking up her short, full skirt and moving under the waistband of her panties. She jerked and let out a long groan when a finger snaked into her slit and found her clit. She might have tried to stop this then, to explain that she had just been retreating in fear from an unknown stranger—a foreboding black man. But wasn't this what she'd come on this cruise for? What Stephanie had convinced her she needed to experience in her life? Riyad was tall, and dark, and handsome. A good conversationalist. Sexy as hell. And he probably owned an oil well or two or was a sheik. She'd wanted something sexy to remember this cruise by. Couldn't get much more sexy than this.

But she didn't want him to think she was easy. She laughed at that thought—almost hysterically; most probably genuinely on the edge of hysteria. The man had two fingers inside her now and she was flowing for him. They were way beyond him thinking she was easy.

Riyad gave a low, throaty laugh too, probably misinterpreting hers as encouraging wantonness.

"My cabin; come to my cabin with me."

It wasn't a question.

In his cabin—which proved to be a junior suite—Riyad pushed Ellen down to a seated position on the foot of the bed, and slowly stripped off his costume and everything else he was wearing. He was doing an exhibition for her—showing off what he had. And Ellen couldn't complain about what he had. He was brown as a berry and tall and well-built. A beautiful man. And he was ready for her.

It was a little off-putting that he seemed so taken with himself, but Ellen gave the murmurs of approval that she thought was expected of her and rose to start to undress herself.

This wasn't in Riyad's plan, though, He pushed her back down on the foot of the bed and pulled down her bodice so that her breast spilled out. He cupped them in his hands and leaned down and took her lips with his again. After a lingering kiss, he moved in close to her, and she almost exclaimed in astonishment when he came in real close, still holding a breast in each hand, and then moved his erect penis to between the two breasts and started to stroke it up and down while his hands squeezed her breasts.

Ellen hadn't gotten over the shock of this before his hands had gone to cupping her head and he was pressing the head of his phallus at her lips. She had never done this for a man before. But she felt trapped—and he was so beautiful. And she had come on this cruise for an adventure. She opened her lips to him and went completely docile, letting him show her what he wanted—and doing as much of it for him as she could manage.

It was almost with gratitude that after some minutes she let him turn her bent over the bed, left long enough to retrieve condoms and a tube of lubricant from somewhere, and tossed a string of the condoms—she could see the word Maxim on them, which caused her to groan at the memory of the size of him—on the bed beside her head as he opened one of the packets and prepared himself. His hands were cold and wet, as he pushed the back of her skirt over her shoulders; ripped away her lacy panties with a low, guttural laugh; and moved his staff into her slit. The width of him was almost overpowering, as was his impatience, but now that they were here, Ellen was determined to get all of the pleasure out of it that she could. This she had done before. Not often with a man this well endowed—not often at all, actually. But this was natural, and this was what she was hoping she would find on the cruise.

She murmured for him to go slowly, but he either didn't hear her or he didn't care. He was pistoning her deep and fast and muttering to her in a guttural Arabic that she didn't really want to understand. There was no question that this was all about, all for, him. She should have guessed that this was the Arabic way.

She heard a card key scraping at the lock of the door to the corridor and she barely had time to turn her head toward the glass doors out onto the balcony. She had no idea who it might be—a room attendant or even an irate wife—but she didn't want to see them before she had to, and preferably not at all.

"Fahd," Riyad hissed in a growl. "I have mine already. You wanted the other. Don't come back."

Fahd, Ellen thought. The other young Arabic man at their dining table. Stephanie had flirted with him, although the two of them had speculated on whether Riyad and he were a pair. Stephanie had said they both were much to luscious not to be a gay pair. But she also said that she wouldn't mind having a go at Fahd. Well, they might be a pair—might even be into each other—but they quite obviously weren't limited to gay.

After the door closed, Ellen began to relax. She was taking him deep and waves of pleasure were rolling over her. Riyad obviously could feel her relax, as he raised his chest from her back, and moved out of his crouch without lessening the stroking. His hands were on her hips, but one moved around the curve of one of her buttocks and she tensed up at the feel of fingers at her bung hole.

"Oh, oh!" she gasped, her sphincter muscle closing down hard on the lubricated finger he was inserting into her.

"Relax; don't fight it," he hissed. "You'll love it. You want me."

He continued to stroke his staff deep inside her vagina as his fingers teased her other opening increasingly more slack and open to him. She moaned deeply, and he laughed.

"A little whore, aren't you? A sweet whore."

She wanted to object, but she was too taken with the mixture of pleasure and pain, of shock and fear—but also of, yes, wanting him.

She cried out as his cock came out of her cunt and moved to her other opening.

He commanded her to lay still, not to fight it—that it was what he wanted. What he knew she wanted too. She panted and groaned and writhed under him—he had leaned over her again and, now having establish purchase inside her ass channel, grasped her wrists to completely control her. Within moments, he was deep inside her. She stopped fighting him, tried to relax and will herself to open to him as much as possible, her groans turning to whimpers. She began to cry softly, her eyes focused on the berry brown of his strong hands clasping her white wrists.

Sensing her complete surrender, Riyad started moving his hips again—in, farther in, partial withdraw, in again. Ellen groaned at each invasion.

"There, I knew you wanted it, that you would love it. Tomorrow we move your things to this cabin."

She should have fought this. But she didn't. This was what she'd taken the cruise for. Yes, even for the exotic lovemaking—if it could be called any form of love.

He was withdrawing from the one channel and moving back to the other. She moaned deeply in welcome—loving it even more now that it had been lost to her for several minutes. God, the man had remarkable staying power. She had managed it. But who knew what she'd do when she returned to her own cabin.

In the morning, when Ellen returned to her cabin, there no longer was much of a question what she would do. A naked Fahd was on his back on one of the twin beds, smoking a cigarette and leering at Ellen while she moved around the cabin gathering her things. Stephanie, also naked, was straddling the Saudi's hips and riding him in long, languid motions. Ellen had no idea if Stephanie looked at her while she was in the room; Ellen was too embarrassed to make eye contact.

Riyad was waiting just outside the door to the cabin to take her back to his stateroom—and to roughly fuck her again.

* * * *

"You will meet a tall, dark, stranger."

"Naturally," Ellen muttered under her breath.

"Already have, actually," Stephanie, murmured.

"AND," a thickly accented voice, showing edges of pique, overrode the murmurings, "and you will find he has been close to you already, in an earlier life, and will be closer yet in the next . . ."

"See, I told you. Riyad said he lived in Atlanta, same as us. Oil company work, of course."

"Shush," Ellen hissed. "Don't feed her ideas."

"And," the accented voice continued, "he will dealing with a precious commodity that all want."

"Oil, of course. I knew it. Riyad is your man." Stephanie tried to keep the whisper so that only Ellen heard her distinctly.

They were in the back room of a cinderblock hovel in a back alley of Samana, Dominican Republic, where the Enchantment of the Sea was making a stop on their nine-day cruise of the Eastern Caribbean. Oddly enough, Riyad, who had been so possessively attentive to Ellen the last two days, hadn't objected to Ellen taking an off-ship exploration of the small port of Samana while they were docked—and had said he had no interest in going with her. With Fahd, it had been more Stephanie keeping him in sexual bondage in what had been Ellen's shared cabin. And Stephanie hadn't even bothered to ask him what he felt about her leaving him for a bit.

It had also been Stephanie's idea to visit the gnarled old fortune teller who someone who had taken this cruise before had recommended to her.

"So, you're going to the Caribbean on a Halloween cruise," the woman had said. "Would you like to meet a genuine witch? Someone who can not only foretell the future, but can create it as she wishes?"

Stephanie hadn't been able to resist that opportunity.

"Precious commodity? Gold? He'll have gold teeth?" Ellen said in a somewhat louder voice. Although she'd agreed to come here with Stephanie, she had been making fun of the venture since the moment they left the ship.

"Black, I see black . . . and murky," the fortuneteller said in a strong voice that was laced with irritation.

"See, I told you. Oil," Stephanie spoke up. "It's Riyad. You can't escape it."

That was something that was nagging at Ellen's mind, and it didn't help a bit for Stephanie to mention it. Riyad was certainly taking care of her needs—but he was almost exhausting. And so possessive and bossy . . . and narcissistic. The feeling had never been lifted from Ellen that she was only there to serve him. She wasn't all that comfortable with the thought of being with him in Atlanta when they returned—even though he was a hunk and probably wealthy beyond her wildest imagination.

"I sense skepticism, a narrow mind, doubt," the fortuneteller was saying in a throaty voice. Her eyes were closed and she began to rock. The grip of her hands on Ellen's from across a small, round table became a death grip. "There is disbelief afloat. You must be warned that your fate is out of your hands—that you may struggle against it, but if you try to avoid or reject it, it will haunt you until accept your fate."

Ellen had had enough. The fortuneteller came out of her trance-like state, and Ellen withdrew her hands from the old woman's clutches as quickly as she could and beat a hasty retreat.

The outing had been more disturbing than the needed change of pace that Stephanie had promised her.

When they returned to the ship, which was to depart port again while they were eating their dinner, Ellen acquired a strong suspicion on why Riyad had been so willing for her to go on an off-board excursion without him. There was a hint of perfume in the air in his suite that wasn't any scent she would have worn.

She couldn't pinpoint anything beyond a suspicion, however, as Riyad seemed quite pleased at her return and showed her just how happy he was to see her long and vigorously enough that they almost didn't make their seating for dinner.

* * * *

Ellen couldn't believe it—but then of course she could. They were reclining on the beach at Royal Caribbean's own little Disneyesque adult playground enclave in Labadee, Haiti, where the Enchantment of the Sea had docked for a day of cruise passenger frolic so that they could say they'd been to Haiti—and hadn't suffered for it.

The Saudi men hadn't come off the ship again. Ellen wondered a bit whether the two were hiding from something, but she thought it was more likely that they were shopping for something. She didn't mind, though; she'd begun to feel like a sex slave and completely devoid of privacy and breathing room.

If she was honest, she couldn't say, however, that she had tired of what she got from Riyad—she couldn't quite call it attention, because increasingly, if that was possible, Riyad's attention was focused on Riyad. She either was becoming accustomed to or steeled against the rougher aspects of the pleasures he took. And he was giving her more than satisfaction in her sexual needs. It was the "more" that had her a little concerned.

Stephanie had not complained, either, about what she'd been getting from Fahd, although from what Ellen had observed, Stephanie was doing most of the driving there. Whatever Stephanie was getting couldn't have exhausted her juices, though as she couldn't talk about anything but men and their body parts and what they did with them since they'd left the ship.

When they'd laid out on the beach, the two of them had gone to man watching and comparing the various hunks out on the beach. There seemed to be far more Haitian men out on the beach looking after the passengers from the ship than there needed to be—and they all seemed to be real hunks. Some were wearing skimpy Speedos, but more were wearing the kind of silky baggy flowered jobs reaching their knees, the kind that were body clinging when wet and that drooped down at the waistline, showing the curve of the men's belly muscles down into their crotches with a hint of pubic hair in an alluring way. Ellen had suggested that there were so many being employed because Royal Caribbean was boosting Haiti's depressed economy. To this suggestion, however, Stephanie just snorted and said she thought it was because lonely single women always predominated on these cruises and Royal Caribbean was providing them candy at this stop so they'd book on future cruises.

And then she proceeded to prove her point.

"Let's each pick out one, Ellen, and we'll give them the eye and the cleavage. I'll bet we'll each have a nice, plump black cock inside us before sunset."

"Stephanie!" Ellen exclaimed in shock and embarrassment. She glanced around quickly to see if anyone was close enough to them to have heard.

"Prove me wrong then. There, I'll take that slim, smaller guy in the read hibiscus trunks that his slim hips can hardly keep up. He's walking around strutting so arrogantly that I'm betting he has something special between his legs to compensate for his size."

"Stephanie!" Ellen exclaimed again.

"Again, prove me wrong. You pick one out now. How about that big bruiser with the bodybuilder's pecs over there. Jet black—both sensual and foreboding. The one who just came in on the surfboard and whose trunks are so plastered to his body that you can see every curve of him."

Ellen almost involuntarily looked down to the line of the surf. She shuddered in immediate fear—but, as Stephanie said, there was something sensual behind the fear. He must have been well over six foot and he arguably had the best musculature of the men on the beach. He was a dark chocolate brown, nearly true black, and he had dreadlocks that came down to his shoulders. Stephanie was right. Ellen could clearly see the curve of what he had on under the silky yellow trunks he was wearing, and what she could discern made her draw her breath in. But at the same time, a chill of fear went up her spine. He was beautiful, yes, in a massive sort of way. But he was black—and not just dark-toned black; almost ebony black. Ellen couldn't help it; his blackness alone brought back her fears of moving in her neighborhood back in Atlanta and pulled up in her memory her more recent experience of seemingly being pursued by the black pirate at the ship's Halloween costume party. This one had the same build as the man she had retreated from on the ship.

"OK, you look hooked," Stephanie said, as she rose off her towel and picked it and the loaded beach bag she'd brought up. "We'll split up. That'll make it easier. Bet I get fucked before you do."


Tall, Dark, and Damned



This was Julie's day off from the gallery. She was going to catch an afternoon matinee of "Nosferatu" at the Biograph Cinema. She loved matinees. She could have an entire theatre to herself which afforded her the privacy to explore self pleasuring without fear of discovery. 

She had broken up with her boyfriend of one year and she now found herself seeking out more and more erotic past times each day. She needed something to compensate for the loss of real sex. She and Seth had parted ways over a month ago.

She had noticed the strange young man in the coffee shop prior to the show. He was cute, tall, and mysterious, but, he was also very morose looking. He seemed to be totally distracted and haunted as he sat endlessly stirring an oversized cup of coffee. 

"Who drinks that much goddamned coffee??" she wondered as she placed her order. 

He had pale white skin and his short black hair was as shiny as a Raven's wing. She reckoned that they could compliment each other's appearance... Her skin was quite pale too. She was a tall, slender brunette. At the age of twenty-one, she loved being Goth, although many of her school friends were now abandoning the lifestyle in favor of sell-out office jobs. The coffee guy also appeared to be in his twenties. 

The sexual relationship that she had once shared with her ex had not been that great but, it had been better than nothing at all and now she was missing it. The night before, she had rented the porn tape, "Candy Does Dracula", and she had thoroughly enjoyed that experience. The only drawback was that a dildo was not the same as the real thing for her. She didn't know what she would do if she didn't have an honest-to-goodness date soon! She needed a man in her life. "Well", she mused, "...maybe just 'in' me.." She had no idea why she desired penetration all of a sudden... Seth had certainly not been "Mr. Goodbar". 

She watched the young man for a few more minutes, lost in her own revery about all things "Karma Sutra-ish". She noticed that he seemed really tired. He had faint dark circles under his eyes. Suddenly, he rose from his table, pushed his chair back, and wordlessly left the shop. 

"He sure acted like someone flipped his goddamned switch" she quipped.

Stunned by his hasty departure, she crooked her head around the corner of the door to see where he was headed. He was making a beeline toward the movie house. Her heart began to pound. She quickly paid for her medium sized latte, secured a lid on top of it, and left. Today might just be her lucky day at the cinema!

#

She experienced the darkness of the theatre like one entering a cave. First, she was blind for about a minute as she touched a wall. She headed up a steep, carpeted ramp into more darkness. Soon, her eyes began to adjust to the dimmed arena as the pre-show announcements began and the lighting was slightly increased. She navigated her way to her favorite spot. The very last row in the balcony section assured complete privacy. She groped her way to a seat directly below the Projectionist's booth. The building wall sloped outward significantly and provided an overhang for this final row. Should the tech above get curious and look down, all he, she, or it would be able to see would be a ledge...

Julie sat down happily and began to relax. She closed her eyes, sipped her latte, and then she remembered that she had come in here in hot pursuit of someone. She blinked her eyes a few times and looked around the vacant theatre. No one. She appeared to be in there alone. She slouched down in her chair again and leaned back, waiting for the pre-show announcements to end. Then she heard it. It was very faint. She was wondering if the noise had drifted in from the west corridor which lead to the main lobby. She dismissed the sound and closed her eyes again.

"Ahhhhh... " 

Her eyes opened. It was definitely a male voice and it was coming from her left and many rows down. It appeared to be coming from a darkened corner of the theatre. She quickly finished her drink and put the empty cup in the fold of the seat in front of her. Stealthily, she moved to her left. She moved parallel to the top row of seating and then she descended the west ramp into a cloak of darkness. She saw someone several rows ahead. The person was slouched way down into a seat next to the wall. She could see the top of their head moving slowly back and forth and she could hear them moaning. She moved closer. It was the guy from the coffee shop. He seemed oblivious to her presence so she crawled up closer until she could view him between seat spaces. She wanted to see what he was up to and she was flabbergasted by what she saw.

"Could this be the legendary Mr. Goodbar?" she mused. 

He was slowly stroking his huge, erect penis. It was thickly veined and had an enormous, glans head. 

"It must be at least nine inches long... Totally unreal..." she thought. 

The young man was beginning to stroke his manhood faster when the pre-show announcements were coming to an end. The movie began and the entire theatre was now deliberately submerged into sheer darkness. The only lighting that existed came from low wattage sconces located high above the side seating areas. He groaned louder. 

She could now only glimpse fragmented images of him from the projector's beam. He now seemed to be stroking his thick rod with a crazed frenzy while palming the ruddy helmet of his tool like a crystal ball. This private 'side show' continued for another five minutes before his was finally arrested by an orgasm. He jerked once and spurted an amazing geyser of thick, white fluid six feet high into the air. He quickly bent over and appeared to discharge the rest of his seed into a soda cup while visibly shaking from pleasure and release. 

"Oh my God....oh GOD...." she whispered breathlessly. 

Suddenly the young man seemed to regain his hearing and his instincts because he spun around and instantly spotted her kneeling between the seats. He seemed angry, at first (for having been caught masturbating and ejaculating in a public place...she had guessed). Oddly enough, he also seemed like he was pinned to his spot by some irresistable pull of gravity. He simply appeared 'unable' to flee the scene by zipping up his pants and exiting like a true gentleman. Julie stood up, and looked directly into his lap without embarrassment. His erection appeared to have only slightly diminished while his balls were still huge and engorged. 

"Too much packing to do" she speculated.

She was breathing as hard as the young man now... 

She casually peeped around the theatre to insure that they were still alone. They were. She looked at the screen and surmised that the film had about another hour of play time. The young man's expression changed from one of anger and suspicion to one of lust and excitement as he watched her surveying the area to secure their privacy. 

Satisfied that they would not be interrupted, she smiled provocatively at him and held out her hand. He paused for a moment and then he took it. She led him from his seat and up the ramp to her own spot beneath the Projectionist's chamber. When they had finally reached her perch, the young man's unbounded erection had resumed its full size and she could now see it properly. He had to be ten inches long fully erect and about two inches thick from base to tip. She sat down in her old seat and pulled him gently down by his rock hard penis into the seat next to hers . He moaned very low in pleasure.

Julie giggled and said,"Shhhhh.... we'll get caught."

Suddenly, the double doors on the east side of the theatre opened and the figure of a very tall man appeared. He walked slowly to the third row aisle seat. He sat down straight away and seemed immediately transfixed by the film that was running. 

"What's your name?" she breathed, intoxicated by the musky smell of the young man.

"Sam," he mumbled. "What's yours?"

"Julie" she sighed, slowly beginning to slide her fingers up and down his huge, veined shaft.

He trembled and slouched down deep into the seat and looked at her very intensely, "...Julie..." He put his right hand into her hair and pulled her mouth gently toward his massive erection.

"Wait" she hissed. "Do you have a condom? I have a few but you are going to be too big for them..My ex was half your size easily.."

He closed his eyes and frowned, "Use what you have...just...please...don't tease me..."

Carefully, Julie unwrapped a latex condom and unrolled it onto his thick penis until its length terminated less than half way down the shaft. She managed to save a large portion of rubber at the tip of it to catch his cum. She looked around them and towards the front of theatre. The person in the fifth row was still preoccupied with the movie. No one else was there. Something was off and she couldn't think straight. She felt drugged by lust. She put all thoughts out of her mind. All except for the treat in front of her. She bent down and slowly took Sam's huge cock into her mouth and began sucking on it hard, with a slow, rhythmical motion. Bobbing her head up and down, nearly gagging in delight, she alternated with heavy strokes of her tongue to the glans.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh........yes, Julie....." he whispered in ecstasy.

Sam began to thrust his tool in and out of her mouth with a steady motion of his hips. She gently began to squeeze his enlarged testicles and he squirmed and moaned with even more pleasure. She slowly increased her hand pressure. She was getting really horny and wanted him inside of her. She glanced up at his face, expecting to see a great big smile. What she found was an expression of utter misery. His eyes were clinched shut and his head was turned to the side. She noticed two, small, bloody puncture wounds about an inch and a half apart on the left side of his neck. 

Within two minutes, Sam had cum again...hard. His ejaculation was so great that it quickly filled the resevoir tip and had streamed powerfully down the sides of the condom. Blindly, Julie reached over the seat in front of her for the empty latte cup. She placed it between Sam's legs, guided his huge penis down into it, and pulled off the condom. He had ejaculated almost half a cup of semen into the container. Julie stared at it in amazement. She didn't know that a man could ejaculate this much at one time. Her ex could not ejaculate anywhere near this much.

"You've got a cow beat, Sam..." 

He was semi-erect again, and Julie pulled out another condom. 

"This one is going to have to last you until we make it to my place..." 

"Let's aim for the late show..." Sam sighed as he caught the glassy eyes of the evil presence standing directly behind her.

He pulled her mouth toward him again as she giggled.



Tall Dark & Handsome



Naomi paced nervously back and forth in front of the movie theatre. Her friends had finally convinced her to try a blind date and now he wasn’t here. They had even talked her into wearing a tight little v-neck t-shirt and those khaki pants that rode a little low on her hips. She had never understood guys’ fascination with midriffs but it obviously caught the eye of more than a few of the people entering and leaving the theatre. She soon grew tired of being ogled and gave up, deciding to head home since it was only a 10-minute walk anyway.

In her haste she turned and ran straight into him and would have fallen if not for his arm being there for her to grab onto and his hand appearing at the small of her back. Simple black dress pants led up to a button down shirt. He stood a few inches taller than her, smiling thinly and meeting her gaze with piercing ice blue eyes. It took her a moment to compose herself and realize he was speaking to her. “Wha-?”

“My apologies,” he repeated in a soft baritone voice. He spoke with a slight accent, possibly Spanish. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I… um…” She was still a bit distracted from the encounter.

He smiled that winning smile at her again. “You must be Naomi. My name is Alex. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He punctuated the statement by gently taking her hand in his and softly brushing his lips across her fingers. She swallowed nervously and smiled back, blushing slightly.

“So, shall we go inside?” He rested his hand on her hip as they walked to the ticket booth. She was glad she was wearing the midriff shirt now so she could feel his warm hand on her skin. She tried to collect her thoughts quickly. She had managed thus far not to gain a reputation as being easy and didn’t want to spoil it. Still, she couldn’t deny that it felt nice and it was just a friendly gesture anyway. Gentle pressure on the small of her back let her know he was leading her into the theatre to see… she didn’t even know what movie he had bought tickets for. Oh well.

She eyed the sign above the theatre doors curiously. It was one of the new romantic ones, choc full of mushy dialogue and steamy sex scenes. What was she getting herself into? Well her friends wouldn’t have set her up with this guy if he was untrustworthy, and he seemed really nice so far. He seemed to sense her anxiety and gently kissed her cheek, causing her to giggle nervously.

They entered the theatre. Not many other moviegoers were present today. He picked a semi-secluded row and they sidled over to their seats. His hand brushed lightly up her back and rested on her shoulder as she sat down, causing goose bumps to scamper up her spine. She almost asked him to move his hand but it wasn’t really all that bad. It was just a friendly gesture. He smiled at her again, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth on her shoulder. Those eyes… She barely even noticed the movie starting up.

She had never had too much interest in ‘chick flicks’ as her guy friends often called them, and this one seemed more of the same. Occasionally a smooth line or flash of skin would cause her to blush a little. His hand felt nice and comfortable on her and she felt compelled to rest her head on his shoulder, so she did. He gently kissed the top of her head and she relaxed a little more.

She barely paid any attention to the movie as she pondered the matter at hand. She didn’t really know anything about him besides his name, but he seemed like quite the gentleman so far. And he was gentle too. In fact his gentle hand was slowly feeling down her side, causing her heart to skip a beat when his fingertips brushed against the side of her breast. It probably wasn’t intentional, since his hand just continued on down to rest on her hip. Should she ask him to stop? He had such nice gentle hands. Their eyes met again and he smiled warmly at her, as if assuring her that it was ok. It was just a friendly gesture. She smiled back and tried to focus on the movie that she had missed half of now.

His fingers continued to traverse her body, slowly walking onto her thigh. She bit her lip and watched his hand intently, feeling frozen like a doe in the headlights but still safe and secure somehow. He would probably stop if he asked her to, so there was no harm in enjoying the pleasant sensations. She scooted a little closer to him, looking into his eyes with her head on his shoulder and smiling up at him. He had such amazing eyes. And hands. One of which slowly smoothed down her thigh ever so gently. She could care less about the movie at this point. Her breath caught in her throat as those fingers delicately brushed up her inner thigh.

She lifted her head to say something, she didn’t know what. Her body begged him continue but her mind fought it. He whispered softly, his lips brushing against her ear and his warm breath causing little goose bumps on her neck. “If you would like me to stop, let me know.” Her lips quivered as she tried to make a decision. Logic was fighting a losing battle against libido. She had never been touched this way, even by herself. It just wasn’t something the ‘good girls’ did. Did that make it bad though? It was a perfectly natural thing. She also noticed that there was nobody sitting close enough to them to see what they were up to. Her internal monologue was shattered when he helped her make a decision by very slowly gliding a single finger up her zipper, causing every muscle in her body to tense up. She leaned into him and buried her face in his neck to stifle a whimper as two more fingers joined the first, casually stroking her through her pants. He smelled wonderful too.

Her body moved seemly with a mind of its own, her lips moving wordlessly to nibble at his neck and her hips rising gently with each soft caress of those wonderful fingers. His other hand joined in, his fingertips caressing her cheek and playing across her neck. She snaked her hand over to his thigh, her hand trembling as she felt an urge to give him what he was giving her. She couldn’t focus on anything more complicated than that thanks to the stimulation down below and the warmth of his fingers moving along the V of her shirt. She clenched her jaw to try to avoid alerting the whole theatre of her situation as he gently cupped her breast in his hand. She suspected a few of the other people were watching by now but she didn’t give a damn. Her fingers impatiently pursued his lap and found a thick bulge.

She quivered with desire from his manipulation, one hand fondly squeezing her breast and the other dipping his fingers just barely inside the hem of her pants, feeling along the edge of her panties. She looked up at him as he leaned towards her, his lips slowly moving towards hers but teasingly sliding along her cheek instead to whisper in her ear again. “Would you like to continue this elsewhere?” She mumbled something in the affirmative. Right now if he had asked her to go skinny dipping in a volcano she would have said yes.

The entire movie had gone by and most of the other people were leaving. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. She held onto him for support, her legs still shaky from the experience. He gallantly gave her his arm and she held onto it as they left the theatre. She began to doubt her decision as they stepped outside. He was really nice but she hardly knew him. He led her to his car, a nice looking luxury model. He opened the door for her and gestured inside. She hesitated, but decided to give it ago anyway. Her fingers trailed along his arm as she slipped inside and took her seat. He walked around and got in and started the car up, rolling out to wherever it was they were going.

She recounted the experience in the theatre as she watched the trees go by outside the car window. She still wasn’t entirely sure she should be doing this. She had no idea where they were going. He could easily take her off to some secluded place where nobody could find her and have his way with her. But was his way so bad… She couldn’t deny how amazingly wonderful his hands felt on her body. Part of her wished he would reach over and touch her again right now, but a tiny voice still cautioned her not to let him go to far. In a way, she mused, she was less worried about what he would take than she was about what she would give.

His gentle laugh eased into her thoughts like a smooth caress. “I see you are enjoying yourself thus far.” She eyed him curiously, wondering what he meant, and then realized that she had been stroking herself without even thinking of it. Her cheeks flushed beet red as she quickly yanked her hand away and covered it with the other one. He chuckled softly. “It is nothing to be ashamed of. I think it is very sexy. Love makes a woman beautiful, you know.” She smiled back and chuckled nervously, unable to think of anything to say. “Ah, here we are.”

He parked the car and walked over to get her door, taking her hand as she stepped out of the car. They were at a little park on top of a hill overlooking the town. The setting sun cast a soft orange glow on the grassy area, the thin shadows of the trees slowly retreating as night approached. While he got something from the car, she took a moment to enjoy the view. She wondered if she could see her house from here. Then she remembered what her friends had said about these little locales. They were popular make-out spots; romantic, secluded, and far enough away from town that you wouldn’t disturb anyone if you got noisy.

He walked over and stood before her, reaching out to gently caress her cheek. She smiled softly and looked at him through half-closed eyes, leaning her face against his hand slightly. “Tonight shall be a special night for you, Naomi. Tonight you shall become a woman.” She looked away at that, uncertain about the consequences. He trailed his fingertips down her arm, then took her hand in his again and kissed it softly. “If you wish it, of course.” He pressed his lips to her palm.

“I… umm…” That felt nice.

“I would love to help you explore your body. You are very beautiful.” He pecked three light kisses up the inside of her forearm.

“I’m not… ah…” That felt better.

“Ah but you are.” He kissed up her shoulder and brushed his lips against her neck. She felt herself start to tremble again. “Especially like this.”

“I… you… oh…” She couldn’t think. She couldn’t move. She could barely breathe. All her being was focused on him. She wanted him so badly.

He looked into her eyes with his piercing gaze, placing his hands on her shoulders, whispering softly with his lips almost touching hers. “Have you ever been kissed Naomi?”

“N-no…”

He smiled at her and softly pressed his lips to hers. It was like sucking on a live wire. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull herself closer against him, glad to feel his hands on her again as they touched the small of her back. She liked that bulge in his pants more and more every time she felt it, especially when it was pressed against her between her legs. She closed her eyes and let the sensations flow through her. He held her against him closely with one hand to keep her steady and let the other slide down, pressing against her bottom for a moment before gliding along her thigh and picking it up, letting her leg instinctively wrap around him, all the while driving her wild with his kiss. Her eyes fluttered open briefly as his tongue brushed briefly against her lips, then gently parted them. She clumsily lapped at his tongue, unsure of what to do but enjoying it greatly. He definitely knew what he was doing as his tongue swirled around hers, caressing it as gently as his hand caressed her thigh. He let her down slowly, withdrawing his tongue from her mouth and giving her a moment to catch her breath.

She stood for a long moment leaning her head on his chest. So this was what she had been missing out on. She wanted more, but how much more? She felt his hands slip inside the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it up. Force of habit made her stop his hands with hers and he paused, his hands not far below her breasts. He smiled softly at her. “There is so much more I can do for you. I can give you pleasure far more intense than that kiss.” More? She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. “Do you want me to continue?”

The answer came out almost before she could rationalize it. “I… I do.” She slid her hands along his arms, feeling the nice muscles through the thin material of his shirt, and rested her hands on his shoulders. He entranced her with his smile once again as he continued, his warm fingers brushing up her sides as he pulled the shirt up. She obediently lifted her arms to help him take it off. He let the shirt fall somewhere on the grass and smiled at the sight before him, drawing another blush from her as he traced his finger down the strap and along the edge of the material of her bra, gliding lightly over the gentle swell of her breast. She stiffened again at feeling a warm gentle touch where she had never let anyone touch her before, but forced herself to relax and enjoy it. He seemed to know just how to make her squirm, and took great pleasure in it too. She looked away demurely, still surprised her body was reacting the way it was.

He traced his finger up her cleavage slowly, drawing a line up along her neck and across her jaw to her chin, tipping her face up to meet his gaze. “You would like me to do more wouldn’t you?” She nodded slightly, smiling. “But first you must do something for me.” She furrowed her brow curiously. What did he mean by that? He chuckled softly at her expression and took her hands in his, guiding them to the top button of his shirt. She grinned with equal parts anxiety and anticipation, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she slowly unbuttoned them one by one, biting her lip as his own fingers nonchalantly wandered down to lace around her sides, feeling nice and warm against her bare skin. As the last button fell she hesitated, then reached up and gently pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it go to join her shirt. Her breathing quickened as she explored him, feeling slowly down his chest and abs.

He grinned. “That’s a good girl.” Then he leaned down and made her head spin by flicking the tip of his tongue along her cleavage. She shuddered and moaned softly, holding onto his shoulders as her knees wobbled under her. She tangled her fingers in his hair as his lips and tongue teased her skin, eventually wrapping around one strap and slowly pulling it down her shoulder, then doing the same to the other. Unsure of how to react but filled with desire, she kissed and nibbled at his neck as he had done with her. He tasted good too. His fingers flicked briefly behind her back and she felt her bra clasp fall open. She giggled, thinking of how often her friends complained that their boyfriends sometimes took forever to get that darn clasp open. She let the bra fall and felt her cheeks flush slightly as her breasts were revealed, almost covering them with her hands before remembering that she wanted them seen.

He kissed her briefly as he cupped her breasts in his hands, her nipples already stiffening both from the cool evening air and from anticipation. She moaned into the kiss as his gentle fingers slowly drew circles on her nipples. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself onto his hands. He withdrew his lips from hers again and slowly traced them down her neck, pausing to smile up at her as his lips just barely brushed against her nipple. Her breasts rose and fell quickly with her breathing, her body trembling slightly with anticipation, wanting to find out what else he could do for her with that wonderful mouth. Her nervous giggle turned into an elated sigh as his tongue slowly flicked her nipple, then mimicked the circular motions of his fingers with his tongue. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her head fell back, her eyes fluttered as he made her feel alive.

She whimpered softly as his lips wrapped around her nipple, tenderly sucking on it and lashing at it with his tongue, fondling her other breast with one hand as the other smoothed down her belly. She pressed herself against his lower hand, remembering the experience in the theatre and wanting more. Following his lead she felt down his body to find his belt buckle, keeping one arm wrapped around him for fear that she might faint. His hand covered hers and placed it back on his shoulder, causing her to eye him curiously. “Ladies first,” he said with a grin. She gasped as he caressed his way down to her hips, softly kissing down her belly. Was he going to kiss here there too? She watched his progression intently.

She arched her body against his lips as they softly pressed against her belly button and gasped as his darting tongue followed them. She was glad for his strong hands on her hips holding her up, allowing her to brace herself with one hand on his shoulder so she could reach over to twiddle her nipples between her fingers, copying the way he had touched her. He shifted his hands to rest one against her bottom and brush the other lightly between her legs, smiling up at her as her body reacted to his touch. He deftly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants in one swift motion, then slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties and pulled them and her pants down slowly, letting his touch linger on her long legs. She blushed profusely as she stood before him completely naked, the night air teasing all her sensitive spots.

His hands slowly moved up her legs, gently caressing her thighs before coming to rest on her hips. She smiled down at him and placed her hands on his, watching his every move, the sweat on her body glowing softly in the moonlight. He traversed her body with agonizing slowness. She tensed as he kissed the side of her knee. She gasped as he kissed her inner thigh. She whimpered softly with desire as he traced little circles with his tongue slowly towards her center. Finally his face hovered between her legs, pausing to enjoy her arousal. She twitched at the feather light touch of his lips against her slit as he asked her quietly, “Are you ready for your first orgasm Naomi?”

“Yes… please…” His teasing had brought her to the brink and she felt like she would explode if he didn’t let her orgasm soon. She inhaled sharply at the pleasure coursing through her as his warm tongue traced slowly up her virgin slit and then slowly back down. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pressed his face between her legs, her whole body seemingly on fire as he licked up and down, moving a little deeper inside her with each pass. He used his soft lips to tenderly nibble the folds, triggering another incoherent outburst of encouragement. Then he ever so gently pressed his lips to her clit.

Her entire body writhed with pleasure from his touch, fireworks going off in her mind. Slowly he smoothed his tongue over her clit, back and forth, up and down. She moaned loudly, all thoughts gone from her mind save for his tongue. He then caressed her thigh briefly and brought his hand to her slit, where he began to gently glide his finger in and out of her. She held onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin slightly, shuddering as his finger moved within her. Then he added a second finger. Then a third. Her moans became even louder as he stroked a special spot on each pass, lighting up all of her senses. That must be the g-spot everyone talks about. She fought to stay standing as he pleasured her, his tongue swirling around her clit as his fingers slid deep inside her. Finally she experienced her first orgasm, convulsing as the pleasure washed through her like a wildfire. Gently he withdrew his tongue and fingers from her and rose to hold her in his strong arms. She wrapped her arms tight around him, nuzzling his neck and trying not to fall as her body quivered from her experience.




Tall Dark and Handsome



He watched her as she looked left and then right before crossing the busy street. He was hidden back in the shadows of a doorway and she had no idea he was there. She was covered from head to toe in a dark green cloak, her face hid in the shadows of the hood. The cloak mostly hid her thin figure, but he knew every detail of her body. He followed her into the market and watched as she bought food to fill the basket that was hanging over her arm. He watched as she walked back to the small cottage just outside of town, and hid near a window to watch her as she put her purchases away. She had removed her cloak and was wearing a blue dress. It accented her small waist and clung to her chest, damp from the rain. She stood near the fire and ran her fingers through her long dark hair to dry it, and he watched her. 

Later than night, long after she had gone to bed he was back in his small apartment in town. He lay in bed thinking of her body. He imagined himself touching her. His fingers slowly making their way from her hair down her neck, lightly stroking over her breast. He imagined her nipples becoming firm under his touch, and then his hand sliding further down to her legs, his fingers sliding between them. He could feel his cock harden as he imagined sliding one finger into her, and then another. "Soon," he thought to himself. "Soon I will have you in more ways then you could ever dream of."

******

Sabrina kept to herself as she made her way through the market. She could feel the stairs of the men and women on her as she walked. She knew there were very different thoughts running through the minds of the women from the minds of the men. She heard more then once the whispers between the women in the town, saying that she had often had married men secretly in her home, and the thoughts of the men wishing they were the ones she had. In reality Sabrina had never been with a man in her life. Her mother had died giving birth to her and her father had always guarded her very closely. 

She was so much like her mother in her looks that her knew if he was not careful many men would take her before she was very old. Only since her father had died a few months ago had she started going into town to get food and supplies. No one knew where the money she had came from, and that simply festered the rumors that she was charging men to have sex with her. That was when he started watching her. First only in town and then after a few weeks he began to follow her home. It was about a month and he had a plan in his mind how he was going to bed her, and he was going to do it the next day.

*****

Sabrina walked out of her cottage the next morning and smiles at the bright sun. "It's about time you come out," she said softly as she walked to her garden. She spent most of the morning in her garden and in the late afternoon went into the cottage to wash up. She stood in her bathing room and lightly wiped the sponge in her hand over her arms and shoulders. She was unaware of the door to the cottage opening and closing softly. She walked to her closet and reached to select a dress when she felt his presence behind her.

Before she had a chance to turn his arms were around her. She opened her mouth to scream only to find a piece of cloth shoved into her mouth. Her body squirmed as he easily picked her up and laid her on her bed. It was the first chance she had to look at him as he stood back from her. Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched him. HE was taller than her. His hair was short and dark, his skin was tan as well. His eyes were a piercing blue and all she could think was how well built he looked. Not so much so that it strained his clothes, but enough that she was soon aware of the warm wetness between her legs. 

Before she had a chance to jump from the bed his body was on top of hers. "How I have dreamed of this moment," he whispered, his face close to hers. She shivered hearing the lust in his voice. He made quick work of tying each of her wrists to either side of the headboard on her bed. He then stood back and just looked at her. Slowly he began to remove his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched him as he removed his shirt and then his pants. Her eyes widened again as his cock jumped forward at her. She began to struggle again as he slid next to her on the bed. His fingers ran slowly through her hair down her neck. She trembled as his hand cupped her breast and his thumb rubbed lightly over her nipple. She gasped into the cloth in her mouth and her eyes filled with tears.

"This could be as good for you as it will be for me you know," he whispered into her ear before lightly kissing her neck. She tried to pull away but he held her close. One hand around her waist the other continued to stroke her nipple. After a moment his lips closed around the other nipple and her suckled lightly at her breast. She moaned and tried to pull away, and he bit at her nipple making her cringe and a tear rolled down her cheek. He moved his hand along her stomach and her fingers lightly played with her pubic hair. She turned her head away from him and his fingers slid further, between the folds of her warm lips. 

He smiles hearing her moan lightly and felt as she was already wet. He slid down and positioned himself between her legs, viewing something he knew no man ever had before. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and let his tongue slide lightly between them. He smiles hearing her moan again. "See it's not as bad as you might think," he said before licking at her again. 

He felt his cock harden between his legs and he ached to be inside her. He kissed back up her stomach to her breast licking the nipple lightly as he spread her legs with his hands. He turned her face back to his as he positioned his cock just outside her. He pulled the cloth from her moth and placed his mouth to hers at the same moment he thrush fast and hard into her quickly breaking through her maidenhead, she screamed into his mouth as he kissed her. 

He held himself in her for a few moments before he began a slow thrust in and out of her. Sabrina said nothing to him as her fucked her, she just watched him. He kissed her neck and fingered her breast as he slid in and out of her and was surprised to feel her legs slide up and around his waist, her hips raising to meet his thrusts. He looked down at her, surprised as she looked back with as much lust as he felt. 

He kissed her deeply plunging his tongue deep into her mouth matching his cock plunging deep into her. After a few more thrusts he felt her tighten and she began to moan loudly. He felt his own release drawing close and increased the speed of his thrusts. Sabrina felt her orgasm build and explode within her, at the same time the dark handsome stranger growled deeply and thrust hard one last time spilling his seed into her. He gasped falling on top of her and kissing her deeply again feeling her kiss him back. He lifted himself up and looked down at her. 

She looked up at him somewhat expressionless. He brushed her cheek lightly with his fingers. "My name is Garet."



Tall Dark & Handsome



She stood there for a long moment, catching her breath and enjoying the scents of their arousal and the little tingles of pleasure she felt as she pressed against him. He gently rubbed the small of her back and she kissed his neck softly. She wanted to thank him for giving her such a wonderful feeling but couldn’t find the words. But then she thought of another way she could thank him and have fun doing it.

She began to place little sucking kisses on his neck, then on his shoulders. Then she began to kiss down his chest, occasionally adding a little lick here and there. He smiled down at her as her fingers and tongue slowly walked down his body. She knelt on the soft grass, her hands trembling with anticipation as she unbuckled and unbuttoned and unzipped. Then she pulled his pants down, pulling his boxers down with them as he had done with her. His freed erection stood proud before her, begging to be touched.

She reached out and gingerly brushed her fingertip along the head, feeling it respond to her touch. She then began to gently stroking up and down his shaft, watching his expressions to try to find what he liked best. She slipped her finger between her lips briefly to wet it, then drew circles around the head. She wondered… it felt so good when he licked her down there, would he like it too?

Experimentally she extended her tongue and brushed it against the tip, smiling as her suspicions were confirmed with a sexy growl of approval. She began to circle the head with her tongue, smiling up at him each time she made him twitch or moan. Then she closed her lips around the head of his shaft, hungrily lapping and sucking. He seemed to like this best of all, judging by his growls and moans. She tasted a slight salty taste but kept at it, savoring the taste and texture of his shaft and the pleasure she was giving him. Suddenly his gentle hands appeared, cupping her face and slowly pulling her lips away from his shaft. She looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and worry that she had messed it up somehow, but he just smiled back.

“It is time.” He knelt and kissed her softly, letting his tongue play across hers, then laid back on the grass. His hands found her hips and guided her to straddle him, the head of his erection just barely brushing against her slit as she hovered over it. “Take it nice and slow…” This was it. Innocent little Naomi was going to lose her virginity, and to a man she’d known for only a few hours no less. The old Naomi might have thought this downright crazy, but the new Naomi was definitely happy with this decision. Positioning herself carefully, she slowly began to lower herself onto him and let herself be filled for the first time.

She gasped as the head slipped between her moist folds. Slowly she drew his shaft inside her a little at a time, carefully savoring the wonderful sensations. Some of her friends had told her it would hurt but she loved every moment of it. Once it seemed to be in as far as it would go she began to draw back out, moaning softly as the sensations repeated. His hands gently caressed her thighs as she moved. She could tell he was enjoying this as much as her.

His moans joined hers as she continued the slow delicate rhythm, slowly filling her with his thickness and slowly drawing back out. He began to move his hips to match her movements, gliding a little deeper inside her each time. For a moment she whimpered as she felt a twinge of something being broken inside her, but it was quickly replaced by greater pleasure as he was able to go even deeper inside her.

She let her hands wander along his abs as she began to grind harder against him, a little bit deeper, a little bit faster. Likewise he reached up to her breasts, tenderly rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her head tossed from side to side as the ecstasy intensified with each thrust, especially when the head of his shaft brushed against that little magic spot his fingers had touched before.

She felt that feeling building inside her again, like when he kissed her down there, but it seemed a thousand times more intense this time. She writhed on his shaft as she came closer and closer to the prize, their bodies moving in unison so she could get him as deep inside her as possible. Finally she had her second orgasm and felt him release himself inside her at the same time. She moaned long and loud and she tensed up, her head tossed back, and every fiber in her body felt like it had gone to heaven and back.

His hands moved to her shoulders to gently lower her down, which she was very glad for because the world was still spinning. She laid her head on his shoulder and laced her fingers around the back of his neck, nuzzling him contentedly. She could still feel his manhood inside her and smiled. He wrapped his warm arms snugly around her and felt a gentle kiss on her forehead before she drifted off to a peaceful exhausted sleep.

She awoke the following morning to the sounds of birds outside and was surprised to find herself at home. Her clothes were neatly folded on a nearby chair and she had been carefully tucked into bed in her sleep. On her nightstand was a rose and a note from Alex, explaining that he had checked her wallet to find her address so he could take her home. He also left a phone number, spreading a smile across her lips.

Later on she met her friends at the mall for lunch, as was their Friday tradition. It didn’t take long for them to ask how her date went, all of them anxiously waiting for all the juicy details. She blushed slightly as she recalled the previous night and wondered how much to tell them, watching their grins get wider as they began to form suspicions of just how well it went. “Well I’m definitely glad you guys set up the date for me,” she began. “Alex was a perfect gentleman and-“

“Alex?” One of her friends asked quizzically.

She eyed her curiously. “Yes, Alex. That’s what he said his name was.” This drew odd giggles from all of them. “What? What’s so funny?” She blushed profusely as they explained that not only had there been a mix-up and her date been behind schedule, Alex wasn’t even her date.