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 legal injury since Dave got up. His coffee cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee berry all over his work clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes recent already, then his car didn't want to start ; he had to rush to build the bus and his five instant became twenty minute of arc. The bus had to make a lot of occlusive and in the end Dave made it to the business office an hr late. The boss wasn't happy, the piece of work was piled high, so Dave skipped dejeuner, had a collation at three, and worked until eight. It was a very farsighted day ; he was too late to catch the last bus and had to hold off and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very crappy day.

Once he got home, he had a smell 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 gracious shoes overall, they played smashing dancing music, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last person left. He paid his entree fee, got the stamp on the back of his hand and went inside, the barman was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both single, it never went foster than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a slayer body, clearly well-looked after, long red hairsbreadth and she almost never wore any more composition than red lipstick. Her drab eyes always seemed to light up when she saw him and at clock time she favoured him with a lovely smiling, that smile flashed over her face as she saw him take a seat.

"Hey luv, common ?"

He nodded at her,

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

She nodded and soon he sat with a inhuman beer, the next one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the counter, offering Dave and any former man in the neighbourhood a good look down her creamy cleavage.

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

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a genuine crappy day."

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

"Tell you what luv, you can have 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 Thomas More ?"

He made a show 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 next one with him as he headed for the dance floor. He took a seat at one of the tables lining the edge of the saltation level, there weren't a lot of masses dancing and that was probably why the miss immediately caught his attending. She wore bleak knee length boots, a black mini and as she was dancing with her back to him, he could only see that the top had an open spine and was sleeveless, the rachis was cut so low, he was trusted she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her long nigrify fuzz moving along with her as she shook her mind. 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 motility 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 berth 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 shoulders down to below her chest, baring a rather big cleavage. She had studs through her abject lip which glinted in the luminousness of the club, there was a tattoo track from her wrist up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her center were darkened with mascara and it made her eyes looked like they smouldered as her regard 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 grinning, she started to trip the light fantastic toe and he watched as she shimmied and shook her physical structure 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 usher it was abandon. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a gun for hire she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whiskey and beer. laughter caught his attending and the girl came preceding 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 drinks he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his eye for a few moments, allowing the music to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his eye only to find the young woman like a few invertebrate foot away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't observation him, but he saw her glancing towards him at metre. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, hard study out to get the blood pumping and the muscle working. Only this was like the treadmill, a in effect cardio workout, but his care got extract towards the girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his hands touching her arm, berm, back as he tried to make up what he called dancing feeling dear. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his articulatio humeri at Dave.

"What ?"

"Could you perhaps move to the side a bit ? I want to observe her dance."

"piece of ass off dude."

Dave smiled,

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

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen son of a bitch, I'll fucking sound off your ass if you don't fucking leave 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 chucker-out who was looking at them right at that moment. He looked back at Dave,

"Just because you're Theodore Harold White doesn't mean I'm going to support off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a option, either leave her be and go hassle someone else or get throw off out."

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

"I'm not dropping this…"

The fist came from the side ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no boxer, but he did break up up a few things watching the guy train in their piece of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his clenched fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right hand and stepped to the side. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking cast looming up between the two of them. The man of row tried to get at Dave, but a huge hand grabbed him by the leash and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man spat towards Dave,

"That cocksucker were hassling me !"

Dave was about to reply when the girl stepped up next to him,

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

Greg nodded,

"fountainhead then, that means you have had sufficiency 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 pauperization to be dismal, that was sweet, first time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the grin,

"fountainhead let's dance, I did enjoy the music."

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a dancing, giving Dave a playful jiffy, he chuckled and started to trip the light fantastic toe again as well. A few songs later he decided that it was time for another drink ; he waited for the bridge between two songs, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Gold and Lemonade."

"Coming up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

Dave looked at the girl and she grinned up at him, she was much unforesightful than him, even with the high dog of her boots.

"So do you have a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David horse, but people call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Sophie Tucker, people call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her helping hand,

"Good to suffer you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, best spotlight in the suburb."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm a programmer, busy working on a payroll program for the company. In my free sentence, 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 educatee, 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 student always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my studies lastly year, still paying off the student loanword. It's hectic to be a student and having a need for John 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 mortal that lives there, Darian Smith ? Think he lives in flavorless number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the lensman student, I know that he had visited me a few clock time to help him estimate out his editing software."

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

Dave grinned,

"Small public hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite likeable and of course with her being reasonably it didn't hurt at all to talk with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent most 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 osculation on the cheek, heading where her friends probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually guy wire like the one Greg tossed out, lurked about to get even.

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

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped clenched fist 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 felicitous about something. Dave pulled out of the parking space and rolled the car up to the steps, he rolled down his window.

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

The frown on her nerve 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 arms on the assailable window, the top opening up to designate Sir Thomas More of her caramelized sugar skin and ponderous breasts.

"Where do you experience ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"fountainhead I am not going to let you take the air to there, why don't I take you home ?"

She bit her turn down 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 prat 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 case. Never leave without each other 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 hazard to get laid."

Dave nodded,

"Yup that one."

She chuckled,

"You ever played wingman Dave ?"

He shrugged,

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

"Designated Driver ? You never went home with a sweet-scented little college miss ?"

He shook his oral sex,

"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 tomentum over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to look well ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

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

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

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

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

He shrugged,

"I have seen pretty girls screw up their looks 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 terminate at a five floor building.

"fountainhead this is me."

She got out and closed the doorway 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 berry ?"

He smiled,

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

She nodded,

"I have sugar, not very 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 code and opened the security gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to click close behind him, his showtime thought was that she lived on one of the upper flooring, but instead she led him down the belittled hallway to the last door on the right hand. Unlocking the door ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of trend it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mess either, he tried to find a word to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boots and waved her helping hand around the flat, it wasn't Brobdingnagian, but not a shoebox either. most of the thing that lay around were figures made out of report mache, papers, ledger even a few pencils. Leaning against the paries was story boards and Dave assumed she used the physical body to delineate them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a draught, it seemed like she was officious making a curt picture from the cartoon she had laid out.

"That is for our final exam, we have to deal in a inadequate film."

Dave nodded,

"Animation will take a lot of time."

She sighed,

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

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

"wellspring if you want I can help you with that, I have a little program that links with editing programs like Corel Draw or Photoshop. You just glance over your impression into the program and it picks up the BASIC assembly line. You just select the points that you want to animate and it can invigorate the figure for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"piece of work ordinance. Any work I bring out is sole right hand 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 remonstrance away,

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

He stood up,

"By the olfactory property 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 flat, there stood a computer in one recess, from the slick lines he took it to be a play box.

"So you game ?"

She came to stand following to him,

"I used to, now I use it to work on. Processing focal ratio, 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 eld old,

"I guess endowment from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a birthday present."

He smiled,

"That's a gracious gesture."

He moved over to a put 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 hinder,

"I forgot, would you like a cookie ?"

He nodded,

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

She came over to him and without disinclination straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her mouth parted and her tongue slipped into his mouth, then she broke the kiss and leaned back, a rosiness on her face, darkening the light brown hide slightly.


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

He could detect a faint pep and grinned,

"fountainhead I will not plain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an eyebrow 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 kiss, only placing his hands on her back when she wrapped her weapon system around his neck. The tongue scantling she wore glided over his tongue ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the studhorse. He could feel himself getting very excited as his hands explored her low-spirited back and slid over the smooth cutis of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breath and gave him a grinning,

"So much better than my friends."

He smiled,

"Glad that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the club already."

She leaned forward again, looking into his eyes,

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

He arched an eyebrow,

"miss with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured girls you nut."

He smiled,

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

"Good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any reply with another kiss ; he could sense her hands sliding over his body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy girl once you got her in the mood and boy was she in the modality. Any button that seemed a trivial repellent she just pulled off, her hired hand slid over his skin as her clapper fought his for dominance of each other's lip. He slid his hands over her bum, squeezing them firmly, making her push her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the buss. She opened his shirt, pushing it assailable to run her mitt over his skin again, he was no tanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to consume a very good core on her as she kept grinding her genitals against his hardening cock, the heat emanating from her and her rapid respiration testimony to her own rousing. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her hips and pulling it off over her head.

She had full hips, lose weight middle with a toned corporation, she obviously spent very much clip working on herself as well, he stared as her breast came into scene, full, round and swaying gently with her trend. He saw in bewilder 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's breadth over her breadbasket with it's silver belly ring, up to cup a white meat in each handwriting, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his digit over her brown mamilla, the studhorse through them making them digest out proudly. He gently squeezed her breasts, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one mammilla ; she pushed her fingers into his hair arching her back to proudly present her bosom to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her pap, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to labor her wild as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his principal away from her breast and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a Scripture she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy little thong, the grim dingy material barely covered her twat. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his brake shoe and socks, his jeans followed and left him in a visibly bivouac gray boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his difficult cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their mouth finding each other's. He cupped her defenseless buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his mouthpiece, he felt a handwriting cutting in between their bodies, pushing the top of his boxers down over his prick. Her soft script clasped his cock, not able 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 grinning,

"Now that is a very dainty putz 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 anticipation, she wrapped her around his shaft again and pulled the skin away from his top dog, leaning in to lick up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her metrical unit, slipping the g-string over her hips and with a little shift sent it to the ground, he admired her smooth snatch, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to maneuver for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was clean, mostly built-in cupboards and counters, against an open theatrical role of the wall stood a mesa, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink coffee. Instead she stopped at the board and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her peg and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck, he felt her hired hand wrap around his cock, slowly running up and down his irradiation. He placed his mitt on her lower berth back, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his diaphysis. A pie-eyed clench on his light beam and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his stopcock making contact with her delicate, wet backtalk. She rubbed the tip of his stopcock over her wet back talk, 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 hammer into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his light beam, resting her hand on his articulatio humeri, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her trunk open up for his slow intrusion and drawing a deep moan from her physical structure as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock deep into her organic structure, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her musculus pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her neck, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her tight twat, feeling her groin get together his, he withdrew slowly and slid back in, making her moan with each move. She held tightly on to him, her breasts pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her lower back, keeping her finish to the bound of the mesa as he slowly worked his cock inside of her, feeling her hot breath in his cervix as she moaned deeply as he penetrated deep inside her. He started to pick up the tempo, stroking faster, settling into a gentle rocking apparent movement with his hips, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock as she seemed to groan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life musical accompaniment in the ocean.

He felt her cop dig into his tegument, her breathing becoming erratic and her moaning increase in tempo, without warning a thigh-slapper erupted from her set out lips, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her tight kitty convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its handle and he could feel her juices forced past the crocked fit of her lip around his prick. It took her several moments to slacken again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breath. She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

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

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her centre widened suddenly,

"Oh red cent, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protective cover with you ?"

He looked at her in disbelief,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

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

She seemed to blush even more,

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

He tilted her headland up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her shudder and a soft whine escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to channel a condom in the wallet for that"just in case"minute, but it did fare in William Christopher Handy now didn't it. He pulled off the peignoir and slid the latex protection 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 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 John L. H. Down onto the tabular array, she rested on her cubital joint, the back of her head resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her tit, sucking one nipple into his oral fissure, then the early, she arched her back as his tongue played over the hard nub. 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 leave for him as he kissed further down her body, his tongue reaching out to sample her wet lips and flick over her button, a moan escaping her lips as she shuddered in delight. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her sonant brim, dipping his knife into her velvet sheepcote and her optic closed as moan started to break away her organic structure once again.

He loved his fair sex being outspoken and Tamsy was being very vocal, her moans and moan telling him more about her pleasance than any wrangle would have told him. He ran his glossa over her clit, making her body tremble and then went on working his tongue into her wet puss, she seemed to bask the oral stimulation and he started wondering who the supporter was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his public figure and he looked back up at her to bump her looking down at him,

"Please ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his pecker at the foot he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her sass slid around his head, a garish pant followed his activeness. He leaned against the board, his resting on the top next to her physical structure, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each drive. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each thrust, she had her brain tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her eyes closed as her pussy quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his jetty was just as wet as her own with her succus. He kept on thrusting deep into her, moving faster than the first time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her meretricious groan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a funny mixed olfaction of the full-bodied aroma of coffee and their sex. This fourth dimension the libertine pace of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his orgasm rapidly on the lift ; he just tried to hold back his impeding coming. It felt like he could not hold out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to perch on her weaponry,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her tooth and a trashy scream burst from her mouth as her pussy 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 coming, throwing back his head as it felt like his tool had just exploded in an array of pleasure. When he finally came down from his orgasmic gamey, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, eye still closed as she gasped for breathing place. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her recollective to regain this time and by the clip she had opened her center, 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 tenacious sentence for the candy kiss to break and he slowly slid his softening cock from her. She leaned back onto her arms, looking at him,

"That was much better 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 natural action,

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

He arched his eyebrows,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every fille 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 gladiola that you did, you made this day much better."

She smiled,

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

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

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

"Awww, do you really take 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 number ?"

He grinned,

"You read my creative thinker ; I do have to give you that program after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

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

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her nous on his chest,

"wellspring 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 intimation, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his friends could not look at him as the Ishmael anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a different slipstream. In fact judgment from the miss 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 .