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ever before when I had fantasized about her in this manner.
Caitlin who?
Sam stepped forward, kissed me on the lips, and said, “We’re going to fuck like wild rabbits tonight.”
…
Later, as we were eating fish and chips in an Irish pub on Disney property, I was waiting for my third Guinness Draught of the evening to arrive. The first two had failed to cool my internal temperature. I was hoping the third would do the job. The fish was quite tasty, much more so than I was accustomed to when it came to this type of fare. Sam suggested it was probably because I was used to eating cod instead of the haddock they were serving at this establishment. At twenty dollars a plate, it seemed the least they could do. Okay, I’ll admit I was being a little cheap, but Sam seemed to understand that I was financially strapped—maybe Sidebottom had told her so. At any rate, she exhibited a lot of class by not displaying even the subtlest hint that she was disappointed in my choice of venue.
While I knew the rigors of being out with beautiful women, I had absolutely no experience with accompanying a lady who would always be the most beautiful lady anywhere we went, which I knew with complete certainty would be the case if Dr. Fleming and I continued dating. I tried not to let it get to my head, nor did I want to be too prideful of the circumstance. I wondered if it was something I’d get used to, having every man’s head turn—either voluntarily or involuntarily—every time I walked into a room with her. Hell, for that matter I wondered if I would ever manage to achieve some measure of self-control in her presence. Whatever the case, I told myself that it might not go beyond tonight with this woman, and that I should just make the most of it. I’d walk around as proud as a fucking peacock, carrying the look that said I knew for damn certain I was with the woman every man wanted to be with.
In a total matter-of-fact tone of voice, Sam said, “I pleasured myself before going to sleep last night, imagining your cock being deep inside of me.” After taking a sip of her ale, she added: “I knew you were hard last night, Mr. Plain Old Smith. I only grazed over it nonchalantly with my hand, but I knew it. And I’ll tell you another thing: I was already very, very wet.”
I was stunned, completely speechless. I had been out with women in the past that I’d thought were bold, but usually dirty talk like this didn’t occur until just before the actual sex was to begin. Here, Sam was dangerously close to engaging in foreplay, far away from a private spot where we could bump uglies, and she didn’t care if anyone at the adjacent tables could hear. Thankfully the joint was packed, with showgirls dancing and making a racket out in the middle of the huge floor that was the centerpiece of the pub.
“And baby, when I get you home tonight, I am going to kiss, lick, and suck your cock until you explode all over my tits.” Now she had both hands flat on the table, as if bracing herself, but for what?
I felt like I was in a twilight zone of some sort. I was looking for Allen Funt to come out, gleefully shouting: “Smile! You’re on Candid Camera !”
“Sam, how many beers have—”
I couldn’t complete the question because one of her feet had just begun exploring and massaging my groin area, and quite vigorously so. I was so surprised I nearly knocked over my beer. She had somehow managed to slip out of one of those sexy knee-high boots.
“I want you to ask for the check,” she said coolly. Her cat eyes were staring right into the darkest part of my soul. I could really feel it, man. “And then we’re going home, and then we’re going to fuck in every room in my house, including on the staircase and on top of the washer and dryer. I’m going to suck your cock completely dry, until it’s completely purple.”
What was I to do? I turned around and searched frantically for the waiter. Yeah, okay, so I was a bit
Caitlin who?
Sam stepped forward, kissed me on the lips, and said, “We’re going to fuck like wild rabbits tonight.”
…
Later, as we were eating fish and chips in an Irish pub on Disney property, I was waiting for my third Guinness Draught of the evening to arrive. The first two had failed to cool my internal temperature. I was hoping the third would do the job. The fish was quite tasty, much more so than I was accustomed to when it came to this type of fare. Sam suggested it was probably because I was used to eating cod instead of the haddock they were serving at this establishment. At twenty dollars a plate, it seemed the least they could do. Okay, I’ll admit I was being a little cheap, but Sam seemed to understand that I was financially strapped—maybe Sidebottom had told her so. At any rate, she exhibited a lot of class by not displaying even the subtlest hint that she was disappointed in my choice of venue.
While I knew the rigors of being out with beautiful women, I had absolutely no experience with accompanying a lady who would always be the most beautiful lady anywhere we went, which I knew with complete certainty would be the case if Dr. Fleming and I continued dating. I tried not to let it get to my head, nor did I want to be too prideful of the circumstance. I wondered if it was something I’d get used to, having every man’s head turn—either voluntarily or involuntarily—every time I walked into a room with her. Hell, for that matter I wondered if I would ever manage to achieve some measure of self-control in her presence. Whatever the case, I told myself that it might not go beyond tonight with this woman, and that I should just make the most of it. I’d walk around as proud as a fucking peacock, carrying the look that said I knew for damn certain I was with the woman every man wanted to be with.
In a total matter-of-fact tone of voice, Sam said, “I pleasured myself before going to sleep last night, imagining your cock being deep inside of me.” After taking a sip of her ale, she added: “I knew you were hard last night, Mr. Plain Old Smith. I only grazed over it nonchalantly with my hand, but I knew it. And I’ll tell you another thing: I was already very, very wet.”
I was stunned, completely speechless. I had been out with women in the past that I’d thought were bold, but usually dirty talk like this didn’t occur until just before the actual sex was to begin. Here, Sam was dangerously close to engaging in foreplay, far away from a private spot where we could bump uglies, and she didn’t care if anyone at the adjacent tables could hear. Thankfully the joint was packed, with showgirls dancing and making a racket out in the middle of the huge floor that was the centerpiece of the pub.
“And baby, when I get you home tonight, I am going to kiss, lick, and suck your cock until you explode all over my tits.” Now she had both hands flat on the table, as if bracing herself, but for what?
I felt like I was in a twilight zone of some sort. I was looking for Allen Funt to come out, gleefully shouting: “Smile! You’re on Candid Camera !”
“Sam, how many beers have—”
I couldn’t complete the question because one of her feet had just begun exploring and massaging my groin area, and quite vigorously so. I was so surprised I nearly knocked over my beer. She had somehow managed to slip out of one of those sexy knee-high boots.
“I want you to ask for the check,” she said coolly. Her cat eyes were staring right into the darkest part of my soul. I could really feel it, man. “And then we’re going home, and then we’re going to fuck in every room in my house, including on the staircase and on top of the washer and dryer. I’m going to suck your cock completely dry, until it’s completely purple.”
What was I to do? I turned around and searched frantically for the waiter. Yeah, okay, so I was a bit
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