I knew from the way she looked at me...I was in store for something. What that something was I couldn't be sure. Half lidded eyes with tons of eye contact. Her skirt could not have been any shorter and the fact that she was also crossing her legs caused my cock to fill my jeans uncomfortably. Her languid manner unnerved me a little. I sipped my beer.
I'd asked her out on a whim. I saw her sitting in the library off in a corner by herself. Glorious rich brown curls fell to her shoulders, framing her pretty face and full red lips. Reading Dostoyevsky, for God's sake! How could I not ask her out? Brains in a woman always turn me on. That she was hot as hell certainly cemented the deal. So I turned on my charm and sat down not too far away. We discussed our favorite classic literature for a bit and then impulsively I asked her out. She looked at me as though I had no idea what I was getting myself into and hesitated just long enough for me to change my mind, which I resisted. Then she said sure - she'd love to.
Thursday morning we'd had coffee and I'd discovered a remarkable intellect underscored by a playful sensuality; her insides were as hot as her outsides. Friday was dinner and a long sexy kiss at her front door that made me pull over on the way home to rub one out. This was Saturday and we were at a dive country bar drinking beer and taking turns asking each other questions. Our mutual interrogation took the inevitable turn to more lascivious subject matter.
"What is your favorite thing to do to a guy in bed?" I leaned into her as I asked the question, wanting to keep it private in the busy bar. That's when that look appeared on her face; appraising, reeking of self assurance and hidden parts I so wanted to uncover. I briefly fantasized her answer would be - give him a blow job. Wouldn't that be cool?! When she paused even longer, my attention, and curiosity, were piqued.
She blinked once, slowly and looked right into my eyes.
"Fuck him up the ass with a strap-on dildo." Her smile was sly and sexy, enjoying my instant discomfiture.
Only one word would cooperate and come out of my mouth, barely audible.
Visions of strap-ons and dildos and my ass and her naked and me submitting and her fucking me all went through my head in the next 5 seconds. Our eyes were locked.
She stood up precipitously and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and through the noisy crowd to the door. As soon as we got outside she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, drawing surprised looks from the circle of smokers.
"My house?" Her question arrived in a sultry voice that left no illusions as to what she was really asking me. Nervous as fucking hell, I could only nod. Instantly she pulled me over to her car. She drove the few miles to her house.
What the fuck had I just agreed to? It wasn't too late to change my mind. I could just tell her no...if I could open my mouth and get just one god damn word to come out. Jesus! I was sweating lightly and felt more flustered than I could ever remember being.
But I knew I wouldn't change my mind. I'd been hard as a fucking piece of granite ever since she'd answered my question.
My cock pursued her through the front door...and I followed helplessly.
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