The day had been one of those crappy 1, a day which you would have wanted to end after two hr of working ; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His coffee cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee tree all over his workplace clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes late already, then his car didn't want to start ; he had to rush to piddle the bus and his five minute became 20 minutes. The bus had to realise a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the office an hour late. The boss wasn't felicitous, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped luncheon, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very long day ; he was too recent to arrest the last bus and had to await 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 least 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 blocks to the club, it was a courteous place overall, they played dandy dancing euphony, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last someone left. He paid his admittance fee, got the stamp on the back of his hand and went inside, the barkeeper was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both one, it never went further than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a killer body, 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 times she favoured him with a lovely grinning, that grinning flashed over her face as she saw him pack a seat.

"Hey luv, common ?"

He nodded at her,

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

She nodded and soon he sat with a cold beer, the succeeding one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the counter, offering Dave and any other man in the neighborhood a safe look down her creamy cleavage.

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

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a real crappy day."

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

"Tell you what luv, you can hold a shot 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 to a greater extent ?"

He made a show of ogling her house breasts,

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

She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer ; he took the next one with him as he headed for the dance trading floor. He took a seat at one of the board lining the edge of the dance floor, there weren't a lot of the great unwashed dancing and that was probably why the fille immediately caught his aid. She wore black knee length kicking, a black mini and as she was dancing with her rachis to him, he could only see that the top had an open binding and was sleeveless, the spine was cut so low, he was sure enough she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her long nigrify hair 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 the great unwashed as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few movement as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the floor and found a topographic point close to his table. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the nominal head, it was cut in such a way that it fell in plication from her shoulder joint down to below her white meat, baring a rather big segmentation. She had macho-man through her lower lip which glinted in the light source of the club, there was a tattoo running from her wrist 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 centre 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 salutation to her. She laughed and favoured him with another smile, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her body to the beat of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped playacting, 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 medicine went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a shooter she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whisky and beer. laugh caught his attention and the girl came past times with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a minor Wave and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his deglutition he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the base. He closed his heart for a few present moment, allowing the medicine to get into his organization ; then he started to dance.

He opened his eyes only to find the daughter like a few human foot away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't notice him, but he saw her glancing towards him at fourth dimension. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, hard work out to get the blood pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the treadmill, a good cardio physical exertion, but his attention got pulled towards the girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing closing curtain, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her fount, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his hands touching her arm, shoulder joint, back as he tried to prepare what he called dancing spirit dear. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder joint ; he looked over his shoulder at Dave.

"What ?"

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

"Fuck off dude."

Dave smiled,

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

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen asshole, I'll fucking kick your ass if you don't fucking exit me alone."

Dave kept his smile on his face,

"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 second. He looked back at Dave,

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

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a alternative, either leave her be and go bother someone else or get thrown out."

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

"I'm not dropping this…"

The clenched fist came from the side ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no boxer, but he did pick up a few things watching the cat train in their region of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his clenched fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right hand and stepped to the slope. 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 collar 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 lady stepped up next to him,

"Actually he was busy hassling me, this man just told him to leave me alone."

Greg nodded,

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

Greg pulled the man away from the dance 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 clock time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the grinning,

"wellspring let's dance, I did revel the music."

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a saltation, giving Dave a playful wink, he chuckled and started to dance again as well. A few Sung dynasty later he decided that it was fourth dimension for another crapulence ; he waited for the span between two songs, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Au and Lemonade."

"advent up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

Dave looked at the girl and she grinned up at him, she was much poor than him, even with the mellow heel of her boots.

"So do you cause a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David Knight, but citizenry call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn tucker, people call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"good to meet you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, scoop spot in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a table, when Dave looked he could see the former two young lady sitting there,

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

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

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

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

"I'm a coder, engaged working on a payroll program for the caller. In my free time, I'm working on a low horizontal surface 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 funds to get me set up and a pupil always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my studies final stage year, still paying off the bookman loan. It's hectic to be a student and having a need for Cash all the time. It sucks actually."

She nodded her arrangement,

"So you live nearby ?"

He took a sip of his rum and lemonade,

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

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

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer scholarly person, I know that he had visited me a few clock time to help him visualize out his editing software."

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

Dave grinned,

"Small world hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite likable and of course of action with her being fairly it didn't hurt at all to speak with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent nigh of the time talking, it was well past midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go habitation. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a kiss on the nerve, heading where her supporter probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice 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 save his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped fists and Dave walked to his car, getting his Florida key out, he got into his car and started the railway locomotive when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the golf club, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very glad about something. Dave pulled out of the parking space and rolled the car up to the whole step, he rolled down his window.

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

The scowl on her face turned to a smile when she saw him and came down the step,

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

She was leaning forward, resting her arm on the clear window, the top hatchway up to show more of her caramel skin and clayey breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

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

She bit her lower lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

She opened the door and got in, settling her small hand bag on her lap, she slumped into the keister as he pulled away.

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

Dave smiled,

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

She looked over at him,

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

Dave nodded,

"Yup that one."

She chuckled,

"You ever played wingman Dave ?"

He shrugged,

"dorsum in college yeah, usually was the twofold D as well."

"Designated Driver ? You never went home base with a sweet short college girl ?"

He shook his top dog,

"Nope, was a bit of an corpulent 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 hair's-breadth over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to count good ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

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

"So what do you cogitate 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 passably young woman screw up their flavour 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 of events into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to stop at a five level building.

"Well this is me."

She got out and closed the door behind her, she seemed to pause and then leaned down,

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

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 windowpane 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 doorway ; she entered a code and opened the surety gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to click close behind him, his first mentation was that she lived on one of the speed floors, but instead she led him down the small hallway to the last door on the rightfulness. Unlocking the threshold ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a sight either, he tried to find a Holy Scripture to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her kick and waved her hired hand around the flat, it wasn't huge, but not a shoebox either. Most of the things that lay around were figures made out of newspaper publisher mache, report, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was level table and Dave assumed she used the fig to cast them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a draftsmanship, it seemed like she was busy making a shortsighted motion-picture show from the sketches she had laid out.

"That is for our final, we have to script in a short film."

Dave nodded,

"Animation will film 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.

"Well if you want I can help you with that, I have a little program that links with editing curriculum like Corel drawing card or Photoshop. You just scan your picture into the program and it picks up the basic line of merchandise. You just select the points that you want to quicken and it can animate the bod for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"study regulations. Any body of work I bring out is lone right of the troupe, will most probably just get ripped off anyway."

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

He snorted and waved her expostulation away,

"I want you to take it ; I don't want to trade it to you."

He stood up,

"By the olfactory modality of it, your percolator is spitting out that tender pee already."

She nodded,

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

He looked around the apartment, there stood a computer in one niche, from the sleek occupation he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you plot ?"

She came to stand following to him,

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

He nodded and took in the scanner, while not new ; it was top of the line and only three years old,

"I guess gift from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a birthday present."

He smiled,

"That's a nice gesture."

He moved over to a couch 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 mortified,

"I forgot, would you like a biscuit ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just give me a taste of the one you took a morsel of ?"

She came over to him and without waver 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 sass, then she broke the osculation and leaned back, a blush on her face, darkening the light brown skin slightly.


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

He could detect a faint powdered ginger and grinned,

"Well I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an supercilium at him and he nodded,

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

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the buss, only placing his hands on her back when she wrapped her arms around his neck. The knife stud 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 hired hand explored her lower backbone and slid over the smooth peel of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of intimation and gave him a grin,

"So much better 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 intercept. I know some of you don't want to be with female child like me."

He arched an eyebrow,

"Girls with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured lady friend you nut."

He smiled,

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

"commodity, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any answer with another candy kiss ; he could finger her manus sliding over his consistency, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy miss once you got her in the climate and boy was she in the mood. Any button that seemed a piddling resistant she just pulled off, her hands slid over his tegument as her tongue fought his for dominance of each other's oral cavity. He slid his workforce over her buttocks, squeezing them firmly, making her get-up-and-go her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her hands over his skin again, he was no tanned Hellenic god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very good force on her as she kept grinding her genital organ against his solidifying pecker, the heat emanating from her and her rapid respiration testimonial to her own rousing. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her rose hip and pulling it off over her head.

She had good hips, thin heart with a toned tummy, she obviously spent much time working on herself as well, he stared as her breast came into view, full, cycle and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in stupefy 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 digit over her potbelly 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 digit over her Brown University nipples, the rivet through them making them stand up out proudly. He gently squeezed her bosom, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her white meat, he leaned forward, running his glossa over one nipple ; she pushed her fingers into his hair arching her back to proudly present her breasts to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her tit, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to drive her state of nature as she groaned and her deal 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 Good Book she got up from his lap, she undid her miniskirt and slipped it off, revealing a aphrodisiac little g-string, the dismal downcast material barely covered her snatch. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his brake shoe and socks, his jeans followed and left him in a visibly encamp grey-haired boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his coat of arms, his intemperate 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 handwriting slip in between their bodies, pushing the top of his boxers down over his ray of light. Her soft helping hand clasped his pecker, not able to pass on around, she started to glide her hand upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the candy kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a grin,

"Now that is a very nice prick you have there."

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his boxer and pulled it down, marvelling at his stopcock as it stood proud at attending, throbbing in the air in prediction, she wrapped her around his gibe again and pulled the skin away from his head, leaning in to lick up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her feet, slipping the g-string over her rose hip and with a slight shimmy sent it to the priming coat, he admired her smooth pussy, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to head for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was neat, mostly integral cupboards and return, against an overt part of the wall stood a table, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to imbibe umber. Instead she stopped at the table 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, he felt her deal wrapping around his hammer, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his handwriting on her lower book binding, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his shaft. A fuddled grip on his spear and her pulling on it, made him prompt forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact with her subdued, wet sassing. She rubbed the tip of his turncock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing putz, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his cock into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his spear, resting her helping hand on his shoulder joint, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body undetermined up for his decelerate usurpation and drawing a bass moan from her consistency as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his pecker deep into her dead body, he came to her cervix, feeling her flinch slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscularity pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her tight pussy, feeling her groin meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slid back in, making her moan with each move. She held tightly on to him, her tit pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her low back, keeping her close to the edge of the tabular array as he slowly worked his hammer interior of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated deep inside her. He started to pick up the gait, stroking faster, settling into a docile rocking motion with his hips, feeling her pussycat contracting around his dick as she seemed to groan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life support in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his skin, her breathing becoming erratic and her moaning increase in pace, without warning a sidesplitter erupted from her set out brim, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her nasty pussy convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its suitcase and he could feel her succus forced past the tight fit of her lips around his prick. It took her several moments to relax again, yet her trunk kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for hint. She finally opened her optic and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"seminal fluid to remember about it, you are the bighearted thing I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh shit, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any 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 conceive about it. Yeah, I have a safety with me."

She seemed to blush even more,

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

He tilted her capitulum up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her shudder and a diffuse whine escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his dress and pulled out his billfold, he knew it was cliché to deport a condom in the wallet for that"just in case"moments, 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 blush even more,

"I have forgotten to get my oral contraceptive ; 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 binding of her heading resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his oral fissure, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the hard heart and soul. He had to take on, he really loved her knocker, he slowly kissed down her body, tonguing her belly mob and then he went further. Her legs parting for him as he kissed further down her consistency, his tongue reaching out to try out her wet lips and flick over her clitoris, 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 bat her soft back talk, dipping his glossa into her velvet plica and her eye closed as moans started to escape her organic structure once again.

He loved his women being vocal music and Tamsy was being very song, her moans and groans telling him more about her joy than any quarrel would have told him. He ran his spit over her clit, making her physical structure shiver and then went on working his natural language into her wet cunt, she seemed to enjoy the viva stimulation and he started wondering who the supporter was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his gens and he looked back up at her to find her looking down at him,

"Please ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his cock at the base he slid it into her snatch, pushing in as soon as her mouth slid around his head, a cheap pant followed his activeness. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top adjacent to her body, thrusting into her, driving his pecker deeper with each stab. Her tit swayed and bounced with each poke, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her eyes closed as her twat quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his groyne was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting mysterious into her, moving faster than the firstly prison term, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her tacky moans, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious meld spirit of the plentiful aroma of coffee and their sex. This time the loyal tempo of his shaft pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his orgasm rapidly on the rise ; he just tried to hold back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not go for out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to take a breather on her arms,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her teeth and a loud scream fit from her lips as her twat clamped down on his cock, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even deeper despite the resistance and he released his pent-up orgasm, throwing back his head as it felt like his cock had just exploded in an regalia of pleasance. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her climax, eyes still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her farsighted to recover this time and by the time she had opened her eye, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his spit and wrapped her weaponry around him, it took a recollective time for the buss to break and he slowly slid his softening cock from her. She leaned back onto her arm, looking at him,

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

He disposed of the rubber in her garbage can and grinned at her,

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

She shrugged, making her tit sway with the action,

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

He arched his eyebrow,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

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

He smiled and moved over to her, leaning against the tabular array,

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

She smiled,

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

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

"I should get going, birth some work that I need to get done tomorrow."

"Awww, do you really possess 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 to the lowest degree get your act ?"

He grinned,

"You read my intellect ; I do have to give you that platform after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

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

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her head on his breast,

"Well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her number onto his phone, he bade her goodnight and left, getting into his car he let out a breath, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his friends could not look at him as the castaway anymore, he now had experienced sex with a fille of a different race. In fact judging from the young lady they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the king, he laughed at his cerebration,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .