The day had been one of those crappy ones, a day which you would have wanted to end after two hours of working ; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His chocolate cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee all over his study apparel. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five min tardily already, then his car didn't want to pop ; he had to rush to bring in the bus and his five minutes became XX minutes. The bus had to constitute a lot of check and in the end Dave made it to the office an hour late. The boss wasn't happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped luncheon, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very retentive day ; he was too late to trance the death bus and had to wait and see if he could get a hack. Overall a very shitty day.

Once he got home, he had a look at his car and it started perfectly, at to the lowest degree it was the weekend and he decided that since he had such a bad day, he was going to go out to the club. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven pulley-block to the club, it was a nice place overall, they played big trip the light fantastic toe medicine, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last someone left. He paid his accession fee, got the pestle on the back of his handwriting and went inside, the bartender was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both unity, it never went further than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a killer soundbox, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any more make-up than red lipstick. Her blue eyes always seemed to illuminate up when she saw him and at fourth dimension she favoured him with a lovely smile, that grin flashed over her face as she saw him take a seat.

"Hey luv, usual ?"

He nodded at her,

"Hey there lovely, celebrate one on the ice as well."

She nodded and soon he sat with a cold beer, the next one lined up, but still in the electric refrigerator. She leaned on the counter, offering Dave and any other man in the vicinity a good tone down her creamy cleavage.

"So what's up ? You look rather worn tonight."

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a really stinking day."

He quickly recapped the day and she tutted, shaking her heading,

"Tell you what luv, you can accept a barb on me tonight OK ?"

Dave chuckled,

"Thanks Lu, but I'll pay this evening if that's OK with you."

She flashed him a smile,

"Looking for something More ?"

He made a appearance of ogling her firm breasts,

"Hmmm perhaps, I usually get my inspirations from visuals."

She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer ; he took the side by side one with him as he headed for the terpsichore trading floor. He took a seat at one of the tabular array lining the sharpness of the dance trading floor, there weren't a lot of people dancing and that was probably why the young woman immediately caught his tending. She wore Joseph Black knee distance the boot, a mordant miniskirt and as she was dancing with her back to him, he could only see that the top had an open back and was sleeveless, the spine was cut so low, he was for sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her yearn black haircloth moving along with her as she shook her forefront. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of course his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the other people as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few moves as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the trading floor and found a spot close to his table. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the front, it was cut in such a way that it fell in folds from her shoulder joint down to below her bosom, baring a rather big segmentation. She had scantling through her lower lip which glinted in the sparkle of the society, there was a tattoo running game from her radiocarpal joint up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her eyes were darkened with mascara and it made her center looked like they smouldered as her gaze moved around the floor. She smiled at him and he nodded at her, lifting his beer in an almost toast or salute to her. She laughed and favoured him with another smile, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her consistency to the rhythm of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped performing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to show it was empty. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a hired gun she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whisky and beer. laugh caught his attention and the girl came retiring with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a minuscule wave and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his potable he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his center for a few instant, allowing the music to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his oculus only to receive the young woman like a few animal foot away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't observation him, but he saw her glancing towards him at times. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, operose work out to get the blood line pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the treadmill, a good cardio exercising, but his aid got pulled towards the miss as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing stopping point, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her font, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his hands touching her arm, articulatio humeri, back as he tried to establish what he called dancing look good. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his berm at Dave.

"What ?"

"Could you perhaps propel to the side a bit ? I want to watch her dance."

"screwing off dude."

Dave smiled,

"Nope, I'm sorry, but I have a preference and you're interrupting it."

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen motherfucker, I'll fucking sound off your ass if you don't fucking leave me alone."

Dave kept his smile on his look,

"Actually you will try, but you will get removed by Greg over there by the door and I will go back to dancing. So quit while you're ahead."

The man looked him over and then at Greg, the bouncer who was looking at them right at that moment. He looked back at Dave,

"Just because you're white doesn't mean I'm going to back off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either lead her be and go hassle someone else or get thrown and twisted out."

The man raised his manpower and shoved Dave away from him, or at least adjudicate to ; Dave took one step backwards and shook his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The clenched fist came from the side of meat ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no packer, but he did cull up a few things watching the guy cable train in their part of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his clenched fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right and stepped to the position. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking form looming up between the two of them. The man of course tried to get at Dave, but a huge hand grabbed him by the taking into custody and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man bickering towards Dave,

"That motherfucker were hassling me !"

Dave was about to answer when the young woman stepped up succeeding to him,

"Actually he was meddlesome hassling me, this man just told him to lead me alone."

Greg nodded,

"well then, that means you have had enough of the club."

Greg pulled the man away from the saltation floor, Dave sighed as he watched the man getting thrown out and then he turned to the girl.

"Sorry about that, I just didn't like what he was doing."

She smiled,

"No need to be sorry, that was sweet, first time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

"Well let's dance, I did love the music."

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a dance, giving Dave a playful wink, he chuckled and started to trip the light fantastic again as well. A few songs later he decided that it was sentence for another drunkenness ; he waited for the bridge between two Song dynasty, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Gold and Lemonade."

"Coming up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

Dave looked at the little girl and she grinned up at him, she was much myopic than him, even with the high gear heels of her boots.

"So do you sustain a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"Jacques Louis David knight, but people call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Benjamin Ricketson Tucker, the great unwashed call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"trade good to meet you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, best dapple in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a board, when Dave looked he could see the other two missy sitting there,

"Yeah they said so too, so far I think they're right."

He saw that the tattoo was quite a skillful work of art ; it was a highly detailed dragon.

"So what do you do for a living Dave ?"

Their drinks arrived and Dave tapped his chest, Lucy nodded and moved away to put it on his tab,

"I'm a computer programmer, busy working on a payroll department programme for the company. In my free time, I'm working on a low level AI."

They had moved to a table as he talked and they say down,

"What about you ?"

She shrugged,

"Art student, third year."

She motioned at her arm,

"I am planning to do this as well, but first I need the store to get me set up and a pupil always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my report stopping point year, still paying off the bookman loanword. It's hectic to be a student and having a demand for cash all the time. It sucks actually."

She nodded her agreement,

"So you live nearby ?"

He took a sip of his rum and lemonade,

"Yeah, seven blocks away at the Escalade flats."

"Hey I know somebody that lives there, Darian Smith ? Think he lives in categoric number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer bookman, I know that he had visited me a few times to help oneself him figure out his editing software."

"Yes ! That's him. So you're the guy he always visits."

Dave grinned,

"Small creation hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite sympathetic and of row with her being middling it didn't hurt at all to tattle with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent to the highest degree of the time talking, it was well past midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a candy kiss on the brass, heading where her friends probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a dainty tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually guys like the one Greg tossed out, lurked about to get even.

"He got in a car and left Dave, I checked him out. Big mouth no cajones, probably just went at you to keep open his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped fists and Dave walked to his car, getting his keys out, he got into his car and started the engine when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the club, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very glad about something. Dave pulled out of the parking infinite and rolled the car up to the steps, he rolled down his window.

"Hey tam-o'-shanter, is something the subject ?"

The frown on her face turned to a smiling when she saw him and came down the stairs,

"My friends left without me, their phone are off. I can bet you they picked up some guys and went home."

She was leaning forward, resting her arms on the open window, the top chess opening up to demo more of her caramel skin and heavy breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"Well I am not going to let you walk to there, why don't I take you home ?"

She bit her lower lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

She opened the doorway and got in, settling her small bridge player bag on her lap, she slumped into the rump as he pulled away.

"I can't believe they did that. I mean if they at least asked me it would get been fine."

Dave smiled,

"You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your sheath. Never leave without each early unless you tell them that you're going."

She looked over at him,

"Let me guess, usually if you have somebody with you and a chance to get laid."

Dave nodded,

"Yup that one."

She chuckled,

"You ever played wingman Dave ?"

He shrugged,

"Back in college yeah, usually was the double D as well."

"Designated number one wood ? You never went home with a sweet little college miss ?"

He shook his head,

"Nope, was a bit of an obese guy back then."

She snorted,

"So ? It's about the personality, not what you look like."

He grinned,

"Perhaps, but not to me, to me it's all about what I look like."

She brushed her haircloth over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to look thoroughly ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

She seemed to remember as she looked at him and then looked at the road,

"So what do you think of me ? Am I pretty ?"

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

"You're not just saying that ? I mean most guys don't like the piercings and tattoos."

He shrugged,

"I have seen pretty little girl screw up their spirit with piercings, tattoos, implants and you name it. You've done just enough, you look very pretty just the way you are."

He made the turn into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to stop at a five storey building.

"Well this is me."

She got out and closed the doorway behind her, she seemed to intermit and then leaned down,

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a repellant brew we pupil live on ? I think somebody labelled it filter coffee ?"

He smiled,

"If you have sugar, I'm game."

She nodded,

"I have sugar, not much, but it should be enough."

He rolled up the Windows and switched off the car, he was looking forward to talking more with her ; she was quite a lot of fun. He got out and locked the car, following her to the front door ; she entered a computer code and opened the security gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to come home close behind him, his first thought was that she lived on one of the upper floors, but instead she led him down the small hallway to the last room access on the right. Unlocking the threshold ; she entered and he followed her interior. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a stack either, he tried to detect a Word to trace it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boots and waved her hired man around the flat, it wasn't huge, but not a shoebox either. nearly of the matter that lay around were pattern made out of report mache, papers, Koran even a few pencils. Leaning against the rampart was story boards and Dave assumed she used the shape to string them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a draftsmanship, it seemed like she was interfering making a inadequate film from the sketch she had laid out.

"That is for our final examination, we have to hired hand in a short film."

Dave nodded,

"invigoration will have a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the worse thing is that I'm way behind schedule."

He nodded as he looked her work over, she was good.

"wellspring if you want I can help you with that, I have a small program that links with editing programs like Corel Draw or Photoshop. You just scan your motion-picture show into the program and it picks up the basic melodic phrase. You just select the pointedness that you want to invigorate and it can animate the anatomy for about two minutes."

"Wow really ? Why haven't you brought it out yet ?"

He shrugged,

"employment regulation. Any work I bring out is sole right of the company, will most probably just get ripped off anyway."

"That blows. wellspring I will be very thankful, but I can't pay you for it though."

He snorted and waved her protest away,

"I want you to have it ; I don't want to sell it to you."

He stood up,

"By the smell of it, your percolator is spitting out that warm water already."

She nodded,

"Yeah it is old, but it gets the job done."

He looked around the apartment, there stood a estimator in one corner, from the sleek credit line he took it to be a gambling box.

"So you game ?"

She came to stand succeeding to him,

"I used to, now I use it to crop on. Processing velocity, RAM and graphics are really just what I need."

He nodded and took in the electronic scanner, while not new ; it was top of the descent and only three class old,

"I guess talent from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a natal day present."

He smiled,

"That's a nice gesture."

He moved over to a frame and sat down, stretching out his legs in front of him, she went into the kitchen and came back, she stopped and he could see she felt a bit embarrassed,

"I forgot, would you like a cooky ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just ease up me a sense of taste of the one you took a bite of ?"

She came over to him and without hesitation straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips parted and her tongue slipped into his mouth, then she broke the osculation and leaned back, a bloom on her font, darkening the light brown cutis slightly.


"Gosh…that was all that was left of it."

He could find a faint peppiness and grinned,

"fountainhead I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an brow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is nothing to kick about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his hands on her back when she wrapped her sleeve around his neck. The tongue rivet she wore glided over his tongue ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the stud. He could feel himself getting very excited as his hands explored her small back and slid over the smooth skin of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breathing space and gave him a grin,

"So much adept than my friends."

He smiled,

"Glad that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the golf-club already."

She leaned forward again, looking into his eyes,

"If you say you don't want this I will stop. I know some of you don't want to be with miss like me."

He arched an supercilium,

"young woman with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured girls you nut."

He smiled,

"If I had a problem I wouldn't have kissed you."

"Good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any response with another kiss ; he could find her hands sliding over his body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy missy once you got her in the mood and boy was she in the mood. Any button that seemed a trivial resistant she just pulled off, her workforce slid over his cutis as her tongue fought his for ascendancy of each former's mouths. He slid his hands over her cheek, squeezing them firmly, making her push her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it unfastened to run her handwriting over his skin again, he was no tanned Hellene god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very goodness consequence on her as she kept grinding her private parts against his hardening cock, the heat emanating from her and her rapid respiration testimony to her own arousal. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing custody of her top just above her pelvic girdle and pulling it off over her head.

She had full hips, thin centre with a toned potbelly, she obviously spent a lot metre working on herself as well, he stared as her knocker came into view, full, round and swaying gently with her apparent motion. He saw in puzzle awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her lower lip as if wondering if he liked what he saw. Fact was he did, he reached up, running his finger over her pot with it's silver belly ring, up to cup a breast in each hand, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingerbreadth over her brown tit, the studs through them making them stand out proudly. He gently squeezed her breasts, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one mamilla ; she pushed her fingers into his tomentum arching her back to proudly confront her tit to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples, using his spit to joggle the piercings, this seemed to beat back her wilderness as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his head away from her breasts and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a word she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy little g-string, the dour blueness material barely covered her kitty-cat. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and drogue, his blue jean followed and left him in a visibly tented gray-haired pugilist. She gave him a smiling and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his concentrated cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their lips finding each other's. He cupped her naked buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his mouth, he felt a helping hand moorage in between their organic structure, pushing the top of his boxers down over his dick. Her flaccid hand clasped his cock, not able-bodied to reach around, she started to glide her hand upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a grin,

"Now that is a very dainty peter you have there."

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his boxer and pulled it down, marvelling at his tool as it stood proud at attending, throbbing in the air in anticipation, she wrapped her around his shaft again and pulled the skin away from his mind, leaning in to drub up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her metrical foot, slipping the G-string over her rose hip and with a footling shimmy sent it to the ground, he admired her tranquil twat, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his bridge player, seemed to channelise for a room access, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was bang-up, mostly constitutional cupboards and counters, against an open portion of the wall stood a board, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink coffee tree. Instead she stopped at the mesa and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her legs and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck opening, he felt her hired hand wrapper around his peter, slowly running up and down his calamus. He placed his hands on her depressed back, holding her as they kissed and her bridge player slid up and down his shaft. A smashed clench on his ray and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact with her soft, wet sass. She rubbed the tip of his putz over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing cock, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his prick into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his shaft, resting her hand on his berm, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her physical structure give up for his slow intrusion and drawing a deep moan from her organic structure as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock deep into her physical structure, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her heftiness pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her neck, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her fast pussy, feeling her seawall group meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slue back in, making her moan with each move. She held tightly on to him, her white meat pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her lower back, keeping her last to the edge of the tabular array as he slowly worked his cock inside of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated trench inside her. He started to plunk up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a gruntle rocking motion with his rose hip, feeling her pussy contracting around his shaft as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life support in the ocean.

He felt her breeze through dig into his skin, her breathing becoming erratic and her moan growth in tempo, without warning a sidesplitter erupted from her set off lips, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his pelt as her tight pussy convulsed around his scape, becoming almost vice-like in its grip and he could find her succus forced past the tight fit of her lips around his putz. It took her various second to relax again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breath. She finally opened her oculus and smiled up at him,

"Wow, that was the fastest I ever got there."

She giggled,

"come to cogitate about it, you are the biggest thing I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh diddlysquat, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any trade protection with you ?"

He looked at her in disbelief,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

"Then again, I haven't even started to think about it. Yeah, I have a condom with me."

She seemed to redden even more,

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away a bit."

He tilted her school principal up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her chill and a soft whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his apparel and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to gestate a condom in the notecase for that"just in typesetter's case"instant, but it did come in handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapper and slid the latex protective cover on, then returned to the kitchen.

"You're probably wondering right ?"

She looked at him as he came, he nodded,

"A little bit yes."

She seemed to redden even more,

"I have forgotten to get my pills ; it only just dawned on me."

He chuckled,

"You really should get new ones."

She smiled,

"I'll put it on my shopping list, now get over here, we're not done."

He moved over to her, they kissed again, he moved closer, lowering her Down onto the table, she rested on her elbows, the book binding of her head resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her breasts, sucking one mammilla into his mouth, then the other, she arched her back as his glossa played over the hard nitty-gritty. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her body, tonguing her belly ring and then he went further. Her legs parting for him as he kissed further down her body, his lingua reaching out to taste her wet lips and picture show over her clit, a moan escaping her lips as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her soft lips, dipping his tongue into her velvet folds and her eyes closed as moans started to miss her body once again.

He loved his women being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal music, her groan and moan telling him more about her joy than any Word would give birth told him. He ran his tongue over her clitoris, making her consistency shiver and then went on working his spit into her wet pussy, she seemed to savor the oral arousal and he started wondering who the protagonist was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his figure and he looked back up at her to receive her looking down at him,

"Please ? piece of ass me."

He stood up ; gripping his cock at the base he slid it into her slit, pushing in as soon as her lips slid around his fountainhead, a loud gasp followed his natural action. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top future to her body, thrusting into her, driving his shaft deeper with each knife thrust. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each drive, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her middle closed as her pussy quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his groin was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting bass into her, moving faster than the starting time time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud groan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious mixed smell of the rich aroma of umber and their sex. This time the firm pace of his cock pistoning in and out of her fuddled confines had his sexual climax rapidly on the wage increase ; he just tried to hold back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not declare out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to repose on her blazon,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her teeth and a loud riot burst from her lips as her pussy clamped down on his tool, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his hammer sliding even deeper despite the underground and he released his repressed orgasm, throwing back his drumhead as it felt like his prick had just exploded in an raiment of pleasance. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, optic still closed as she gasped for breathing place. He was gasping for hint as well. It took her longer to go back this time and by the time she had opened her middle, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his tongue and wrapped her arms around him, it took a long metre for the kiss to break and he slowly slid his softening hammer from her. She leaned back onto her arms, looking at him,

"That was much sound than I have thought it would be."

He disposed of the condom in her dustbin and grinned at her,

"You make it sound like you have planned it for some time."

She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the action,

"Only since you spoke up to that idiot at the club."

He arched his eyebrows,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every young lady wants a man to stomach up for her OK ? It just made me hot that's the only difference."

He smiled and moved over to her, leaning against the table,

"I'm glad that you did, you made this day very much better."

She smiled,

"Yay, glad I could do something good for you in return."

He returned her smiling, then glanced at her wall clock,

"I should get going, have some oeuvre that I need to get done tomorrow."

"Awww, do you really have to go ?"

He nodded,

"Sorry, but yes, I have to get some sleep."

She sighed and slipped from the table,

"OK, but can I at least get your telephone number ?"

He grinned,

"You read my head ; I do have to impart you that syllabus after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

"Thank you Dave, you really are a adept guy."

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her straits on his chest,

"wellspring it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her number onto his sound, he bade her goodnight and left wing, getting into his car he let out a breath, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his supporter could not look at him as the Ishmael anymore, he now had experienced sex with a fille of a different airstream. In fact judgement from the missy they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the male monarch, he laughed at his thoughts,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .