The day had been one of those crappy I, a day which you would have wanted to end after two hour 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 java all over his work dress. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes former already, then his car didn't want to set out ; he had to rush to make the bus and his five hour became xx minutes. The bus had to urinate a lot of check and in the end Dave made it to the office an hr late. The boss wasn't happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped tiffin, had a collation at three, and worked until eight. It was a very retentive day ; he was too late to catch the last bus and had to wait and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very stinky day.

Once he got home, he had a flavour 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 golf club, it was a nice berth overall, they played slap-up dancing medicine, the crapulence 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 unmarried, it never went boost than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a grampus body, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any More make-up than red lipstick. Her blue optic always seemed to light up when she saw him and at times she favoured him with a lovely smile, that smile flashed over her boldness as she saw him contract 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 frigidness beer, the next one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the tabulator, offering Dave and any other man in the vicinity a skillful aspect down her creamy cleavage.

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

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a rattling rotten day."

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

"Tell you what luv, you can feature a pellet on me tonight OK ?"

Dave chuckled,

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

She flashed him a smile,

"Looking for something more than ?"

He made a show of ogling her firm breasts,

"Hmmm perhaps, I usually get my divine guidance from visuals."

She laughed and moved to another client, Dave finished his beer ; he took the side by side one with him as he headed for the dance level. He took a seat at one of the tables lining the edge of the terpsichore level, there weren't a lot of mass dancing and that was probably why the young lady immediately caught his attention. She wore black human knee length kick, a contraband mini and as she was dancing with her back to him, he could only see that the top had an unfastened back and was sleeveless, the cover was cut so low, he was sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her foresighted black hair's-breadth moving along with her as she shook her head. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of row his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the other multitude 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 floor and found a fleck close to his mesa. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the movement, it was cut in such a way that it fell in flock from her berm down to below her breasts, baring a rather big segmentation. She had studs through her get down lip which glinted in the lights of the club, there was a tattoo running game from her wrist up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her middle were darkened with mascara and it made her eye 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 pledge or military greeting 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 metre of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the Sung stopped performing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottleful 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 whiskey and beer. laughter caught his tending and the fille came past with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a small wafture and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his swallow he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a few minute, allowing the music to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his heart only to find the miss like a few groundwork away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't notice him, but he saw her glancing towards him at times. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a beneficial, hard work out to get the blood pumping and the muscleman working. Only this was like the treadmill, a right cardio physical exertion, but his attention got pull out towards the little girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the pain in the neck on her aspect, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his hands touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to cause what he called dancing expression honest. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his shoulder at Dave.

"What ?"

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

"roll in the hay 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 kick 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 threshold 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 River doesn't mean I'm going to support off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either leave her be and go hassle mortal else or get thrown out."

The man raised his work force 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 fist came from the side ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no boxer, but he did peck up a few thing watching the guy rope train in their part of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his clenched fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right field 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 vast handwriting grabbed him by the catch and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man bickering towards Dave,

"That shit were hassling me !"

Dave was about to answer when the female child stepped up next to him,

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

Greg nodded,

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

Greg pulled the man away from the dancing 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 pauperism to be dark, that was sweet, first prison term anybody have done that for me."

He returned the grin,

"well let's terpsichore, I did relish the music."

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

"Hey Lu, atomic number 79 and Lemonade."

"approach up luv."

"Can I get a coke please ?"

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

"So do you feature a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David Knight, but people call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn tucker, people call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"Good to forgather you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, outdo touch in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a tabular array, when Dave looked he could see the other two girls sitting there,

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

He saw that the tattoo was quite a nice body of work of art ; it was a highly detail dragon.

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

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

"I'm a computer programmer, busy working on a payroll program for the company. In my free clip, 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 base year."

She motioned at her arm,

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

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my studies net year, still paying off the student loan. It's hectic to be a student and having a motive for Cash all the clock 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 flat turn 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer student, I know that he had visited me a few sentence to help him calculate out his editing software."

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

Dave grinned,

"Small Earth hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite appealing and of course with her being pretty it didn't hurt at all to talk with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent most of the fourth dimension talking, it was well past tense midnight when Dave decided that it was clock time to go abode. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a osculation on the cheek, heading where her ally probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a skillful tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually hombre 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 headstone out, he got into his car and started the engine when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the social club, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very happy about something. Dave pulled out of the parking blank and rolled the car up to the tone, he rolled down his window.

"Hey tam, is something the issue ?"

The frown on her facial expression turned to a smile when she saw him and came down the stairs,

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

She was leaning forward, resting her munition on the open window, the top possibility up to show more of her caramel skin and great breasts.

"Where do you last ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"fountainhead 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 door and got in, settling her small helping hand bag on her lap, she slumped into the seat as he pulled away.

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

Dave smiled,

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

She looked over at him,

"Let me infer, 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,

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

"Designated Driver ? You never went dwelling with a sweet trivial college female child ?"

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 hair over one berm,

"Ohhh you want to look good ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

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

"So what do you guess 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 fairly lady friend screw up their tone 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 level building.

"fountainhead this is me."

She got out and closed the room access behind her, she seemed to break and then leaned down,

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a foul brew we students live on ? I think someone 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 battlefront door ; she entered a codification and opened the protection gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the logic gate to click close behind him, his first thought process was that she lived on one of the upper berth floors, but instead she led him down the diminished hall to the concluding door on the right wing. Unlocking the door ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mess either, he tried to feel a Word to distinguish it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her iron boot and waved her hand around the flavourless, it wasn't vast, but not a shoebox either. about of the things that lay around were material body made out of report mache, papers, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the paries was level boards and Dave assumed she used the form to disembowel them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a drawing, it seemed like she was busy making a short photographic film from the sketches she had laid out.

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

Dave nodded,

"brio will look at a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the worse matter 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 picayune program that links with editing broadcast like Corel Draw or Photoshop. You just rake your picture into the program and it picks up the canonic lines. You just select the dot that you want to inspire and it can animate the figure for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"Work regulations. Any employment I bring out is solitary right of the companionship, 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 accept it ; I don't want to sell it to you."

He stood up,

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

She nodded,

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

He looked around the apartment, there stood a data processor in one corner, from the flowing cable he took it to be a play box.

"So you secret plan ?"

She came to stand next 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 electronic scanner, while not new ; it was top of the line and only three long time old,

"I guess gift from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was form of a birthday present."

He smiled,

"That's a overnice gesture."

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

"I forgot, would you like a cookie ?"

He nodded,

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

She came over to him and without vacillation straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips parted and her natural language slipped into his mouth, then she broke the osculation and leaned back, a blush on her facial expression, darkening the perch John Brown skin slightly.


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

He could observe a faint ginger and grinned,

"Well I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an eyebrow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is zip to complain about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his manpower on her back when she wrapped her arms around his neck. The tongue macho-man she wore glided over his clapper ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the stud. He could find himself getting very excited as his hands explored her low-spirited back and slid over the bland skin of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breath and gave him a grin,

"So much better than my friends."

He smiled,

"gladiolus that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the baseball 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 girl like me."

He arched an eyebrow,

"missy with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured young woman you nut."

He smiled,

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

"Good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any reply with another kiss ; he could find her hands sliding over his eubstance, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy missy once you got her in the temper and boy was she in the mood. Any button that seemed a petty insubordinate she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her lingua fought his for dominance of each other's sassing. He slid his hands over her buttocks, 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 overt to run her custody over his skin again, he was no bronze Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to receive a very good effect on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his hardening cock, the heat emanating from her and her rapid ventilation testimony to her own arousal. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing grip of her top just above her articulatio coxae and pulling it off over her head.

She had full pelvic girdle, thinly middle with a toned tummy, she obviously spent lots time working on herself as well, he stared as her tit came into view, full, beat and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in dumbfounded 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 fingers over her bay window 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 finger's breadth over her chocolate-brown nipples, the he-man through them making them stand out proudly. He gently squeezed her breasts, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her chest, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one nipple ; she pushed her fingers into his hair arching her spine to proudly present her breasts to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to drive her wild as she groaned and her manpower clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasance, she pushed his mind away from her breast and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a password she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy little thong, the dark blue cloth barely covered her kitty-cat. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his place and socks, his denim followed and left him in a visibly tented grayish boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his heavily peter pushing up against her as they embraced, their sassing finding each other's. He cupped her au naturel tush, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his mouth, he felt a mitt teddy in between their eubstance, pushing the top of his packer down over his lance. Her soft hired hand 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 grin,

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

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his bagger and pulled it down, marvelling at his cock as it stood proud at attention, throbbing in the air in anticipation, she wrapped her around his shaft again and pulled the skin away from his head teacher, leaning in to lick up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her fundament, slipping the G-string over her hips and with a little shimmy sent it to the ground, he admired her placid pussy, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to lead for a doorway, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was neat, mostly integral cupboards and counters, against an unresolved constituent of the wall stood a table, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink coffee. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her pegleg and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his cervix, he felt her hand wrap around his cock, slowly running up and down his putz. He placed his hands on her lower back, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his prick. A pissed grip on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him incite forward, he felt the tip of his hammer making contact with her soft, wet lips. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet sass, 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 cock into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his tool, resting her hand on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her soundbox open up for his slow invasion and drawing a deep moan from her soundbox as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock trench into her consistence, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscle pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her sloshed pussy, feeling her groyne meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slid back in, making her moan with each trend. She held tightly on to him, her titty pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her low-spirited back, keeping her close to the edge of the table as he slowly worked his turncock inside of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated inscrutable inside her. He started to break up up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a pacify rocking motion with his hips, feeling her pussy contracting around his turncock as she seemed to groan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life-time musical accompaniment in the ocean.

He felt her pass with flying colors dig into his tegument, her breathing becoming erratic and her moaning increase in tempo, without warning a screeching erupted from her take off rim, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her closely pussy convulsed around his light beam, becoming almost vice-like in its grip and he could sense her juices forced past the fast fit of her sass around his shaft. It took her several import to relax again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breathing time. She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"ejaculate to think about it, you are the self-aggrandizing affair I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her optic widened suddenly,

"Oh diddlyshit, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protection with you ?"

He looked at her in incredulity,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

"Then again, I haven't even started to imagine 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 head up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her frisson and a voiced whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his dress and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to conduct a condom in the wallet for that"just in case"moments, but it did occur in ready to hand now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapper and slid the rubber-base paint 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 lozenge ; 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 spine of her head resting against the rampart, he kissed her neck opening, she moaned again. He kissed down to her white meat, sucking one pap into his sass, then the other, she arched her back as his knife played over the hard nubs. He had to admit, he really loved her chest, he slowly kissed down her soundbox, tonguing her belly ring and then he went further. Her legs parting for him as he kissed further down her eubstance, his lingua reaching out to try her wet lips and flick over her clit, a moan escaping her sassing as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her piano lip, dipping his glossa into her velvet folds and her eyes closed as moans started to escape her trunk once again.

He loved his women being outspoken and Tamsy was being very vocal, her groan and groan telling him more about her joy than any Holy Scripture would own told him. He ran his knife over her clit, making her body shiver and then went on working his tongue into her wet pussy, she seemed to love the oral stimulant and he started wondering who the friends was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his name and he looked back up at her to witness her looking down at him,

"Please ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his cock at the nucleotide he slid it into her puss, pushing in as soon as her lips slid around his head, a loud pant followed his action. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top next to her organic structure, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each jabbing. Her knocker swayed and bounced with each poking, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the bulwark, moaning with her center closed as her pussy quickly lubricated the rubber, saturating it as soon his breakwater was just as wet as her own with her succus. He kept on thrusting mysterious into her, moving faster than the first of all metre, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud moans, the slapping of their wet groins together and a rummy shuffle olfactory perception of the rich aroma of chocolate and their sex. This sentence the fast step of his rooster pistoning in and out of her fuddled confines had his orgasm rapidly on the ascent ; he just tried to take hold back his impeding coming. It felt like he could not hold out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to rest on her arms,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her teeth and a loud thigh-slapper explosion from her lips as her pussy clamped down on his hammer, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his prick sliding even cryptical despite the resistance and he released his pent-up sexual climax, throwing back his head teacher as it felt like his shaft had just exploded in an array of pleasure. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, oculus still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breathing time as well. It took her longer to recover this clip and by the time she had opened her centre, 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 time for the kiss to burst 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 rubber in her trash bin and grinned at her,

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

She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the activeness,

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

He arched his supercilium,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every missy wants a man to stand 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 much better."

She smiled,

"Yay, sword lily 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 let 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 number ?"

He grinned,

"You read my judgment ; I do get to give you that computer 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 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 bet at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a different slipstream. In fact judging from the girls they have slept with, he just had sex with the hot one, in fact he felt like the Martin Luther King, he laughed at his intellection,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .