“DING!”
Another message.
“Let me know what you think, my hot curvy princess!”
This time the message had an attachment. Nervously Layla clicked on it, unsure of what she was about to see. It was a picture. Oh my goodness! A picture of his body. He was topless and wearing only tight, white boxer shorts which he was pulling down with one hand. They were pulled down enough to expose what a tight, toned abdomen he had but not enough so that she could see the treat that lay beneath. Damn. Without hesitation, Layla replied.
“I will be there.” she said.
His reply was almost instantaneous.
“Looking forward to connecting with you, and showering you even further. Meet me at the bar. 2pm. I will be dressed in black.”
Layla could not believe what she had just done. Agreeing to meet up with a virtual stranger? Was she crazy? That is how people got killed, for goodness sake! Her tummy was amass with butterflies and she could feel that her cotton panties were now soaked through. Anticipation really drove her crazy.
“Fuck!” she yelled aloud, jumping up from the bed and throwing open her closet.
What is a girl to wear to meet a guy from the internet for sex?!
Layla didn't give her job even a second thought that morning. She rushed back into the bathroom and filled the tub with steaming hot water and the sweetest smelling bubble-bath she could find. It was important that she smelled (and tasted!) wonderful for this soldier boy of hers. The pretty, plump girl carefull shaved her legs and tended to her lady-garden. Her first time was going to be absolutely perfect!
After drying off and dousing herself in lotion, Layla stood in front of her overflowing closet once again. The decision making process for what to wear to work had been a lot quicker than this was going to be. A black satin bra and matching panties had already been chosen but what to wear on top was the tricky part. She wanted to empahsize her womanly features in exactly the right way.
Outfit after outfit was tried and tested until eventually, Layla was happy with her appearance. She was wearing a tight fitting black dress, just a little longer than knee length. The dress had a deep V in the front which ensured that all of the attention was directed straight to her breasts. On her feet she wore black patent pumps with heels so high, she feared she may not last long on her feet... but that was the whole point, right?
Sitting at her dresser, Layla delicately painted her lips a bold shade of red. She had a big, juicy mouth and she wanted him to notice it immediately.
“I'll be using this on you later, SeargeantSexy!”, Layla thought to herself, naughtily flicking her tongue out at her reflection in the mirror.
She was giddy with excitement. The young virgin curled her hair. Guys liked that, didn't they? That tousled bed hair. Who cared! That was what she was going to look like later anyway!
It was just about time to leave so Layla called for a cab and ventured downstairs to wait. Very soon she would be meeting her own Prince Charming. She would be just like those happy girls she had heard last night. No longer lonely but completely fulfilled. Ravished by a man. Not just a man, a muscular soldier no less!
The car arrived and Layla slid herself on to the back seat.
“Fremont Hotel on 6th Street, please”, she instructed the driver.
“Of course, miss”, he responded as he began to drive.
Not much longer!
Layla hoped he would be just as sexy in person as he was in the pictures. She wondered if he'd still be wearing those white boxers. My my, how they looked against his smooth, tan stomach. She wasn't sure she'd if able to contain her excitement. She felt like screaming. The soft, satin material between her legs was beginning to dampen. If she was this wet now, what was in store for her and Mister Sexy that night!?
“Is right here okay, miss?” the driver asked, stopping the car outside the front door to the hotel.
“Yes, here is great!” Layla said, handing him a twenty dollar bill, “Keep the change.”
The Fremont Hotel. She had arrived. It was just about to turn 2pm. She was going to meet her suitor.
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Layla arrived to the designated meeting place right on schedule. She always was a punctual girl, and evidently this was no time to deviate from that. However, Jenny had dressed the girl in a bit more provocative clothes than normal. Well, much more as it were! Layla was a bombshell!
Totally hot! Her hip-hugging pants... clinging to her wide, full ass for dear life! Oh my, how they fit every curve and contour of her body so perfectly! No man could possibly resist her tempting figure, or so Jenny had said. The fact remained to be seen, as she approached the fancy building. A tall sky-scraper of sorts. The man had requested to meet her here, at his home in one of the apartment rooms, or so she thought. Although the structure seemed very fancy! The kind of place only the richest of the rich would ever set foot in. Layla thought she herself even looked a bit out of place.
But the lusty longing between her thighs drove the nervous girl onward and upward – as she hopped into the elevator and set its course for the highest floor.
The nervy girl took a moment to stare at herself in the elevator mirrors, checking her sizable breasts and making sure every piece of her appeared immaculate. She needed to make a good first impression, after all.
Suddenly there came a sudden jarring, and there before her, the doors began to part. It was time... And so Layla stepped out onto the ornate, polished floor and moved forward. Now, more than ever, she questioned if it seemed too good to be true. Being here at this oppulent place... meeting some model figure... how could it even be possible!
She was just a simple, frightened virgin after all. Things like this weren't supposed to happen to girls like her – and yet, here she was!
Layla took one last chance to glance down at her phone. Yep, it was time...
And with that, she approached the door with the appropriate number and raised her hand into the air – where the fingers curled downward, presenting her knuckles in an apprehensive manner.
She took one big breath and...
Turned to run! It was all too much for the girl. She shouldn't be in a place like this! She couldn't be! How could she have allowed Jenny to talk her into such nonsense! It was ludicrous! Layla wasn't the kind of girl to go around meeting strange men... no!
And so the curvy girl darted to the rear, hoping to escape before anyone too notice of her presence. And so just like that, she turned and...
WAM!
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There she found herself colliding with what felt like a solid steel wall... but rather warm, as it were. A kind of heated barricade. The impact sent her sprawling to the rear, bouncing off of the obstruction. The girl thought she would surely plummet to the floor in shame, but it was not to be so.
For she felt a strong, yet gentle, set of fingers wrap tightly around her wrist – pulling her upright to stop the shameful tumble, in mid free-fall. Quite an impressive feat, indeed.
Layla had shut her eyes during the collision, unsure of what was even taking place. Aside from letting out a dull OOF! When first hitting the object.
“Oh hell there,” intoned the manly voice, belonging to the stranger who had just saved the girl from imminent doom, or so it seemed.
Layla, at last, after a moment to catch her bearings – opened her eyes.
“I'm so embarrassed... so sorry,” she whispered, just then looking up at the man. “Oh my god!”
“Surprised?” The handsome fellow smiled.
“It's... it's you?” She asked, quite bewildered.
“And it's you, isn't it Layla?” He grinned. “I thought I recognized those from the photos.”
The man gestured at the girl's chest, letting his intention be well known. He couldn't take his eyes off those impressive funbags. Large, perky, suckable things they were.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” she said, forcing herself to smile, as her heart raced with deligh
t. For the man appeared even better looking in person than he did online! “This is... where you live?” Layla asked, partly just to fill the silence and partly in disbelief.
“Yep. My little penthouse. Perks of being a soldier. Come inside?”
“What!” She shouted. “Right now?! Don't we--- oh...” Layla caught herself mid-sentence, as her mind was in a filthy place and had mistaken the man's comment for something entirely different. A kind of lewd filling was on her thoughts... coming inside? Go right ahead! “Oh, yes, sure.”
“My name is Tristan, in case you forgot,” the handsome lad replied. A real debonair fellow.
“Oh, I remembered...” Layla gushed, eyeing over his impressive physique. It was love at first flex!
And with that, the two entered into the man's luxurious home. The dooring shutting behind them with a quick thud.
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“Drink?” Tristan asked, bringing over two glasses of some strong whiskey.
“Why thank you,” Layla replied.
And in the next moment, they were clinking their glasses together – sipping down the tasty stuff.
She looked on as Tristan devoured her body with his eyes. Scanning up and down all the tempting, irresistible curves. And she in turn, did the same to his physique. He'd stripped down to a simple shirt. One which showed his copious muscles in bold relief.
“Layla,” he began. “I hope you know why you're here...”
“I think so...” She replied. “But...”
“No buts!” Tristan intoned. “I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard, right here and now. Your body is just so goddamn sexy! I need it now!”
The horny girl did all she could to keep from gasping at the comment. It was the boldest thing she'd ever heard said to her! Aside from that one comment Tristan left on her message... but it was also the greatest thing she'd ever had the pleasure of being involved in! How she wanted to have Tristan remove her clothes and ravage her body... to finally feel that thick manhood in her southern slit!
“I thought you might...” She smiled coyly. Her inner thighs were already wet with shots of her pre-cum dripping out, soaking her panties in the process.
“Well then, let's get underway...” Tristan smiled, setting the glass down. “Take off your shirt, show me those sexy tits!”
Layla obliged all too willingly, though somewhat hesitant, as she'd never presented her body to a man before. The thought of him rejecting or hating her figure was quite the concern. But, she knew the chance had to be taken – and by the way he dirty talked to her during the process, it certainly seemed that he was more than happy with unveiling!
“Oh god...” He gushed, stretching a hand out to touch her recently exposed breasts. They were still tucked away beneath a sexy lingerie top, but the cleavage provided by the top was incredible! Displaying those feminine globes of perfection! “These are... perfect,” he continued, licking his lips.
“Do... do you like them?” Layla asked, averting her gaze from his passionate stare.
But, Tristan didn't bother answering her. Not with his voice anyway... the hot man's reply came in the form of his face lowering down, where it was inserted between her tits! She could feel his warm tongue extending out, licking her skin!
“Oh my!” She gushed, reveling in the glory of her first sexual encounter, or at least the start of it. “Jex... I... I'm...”
“Oh I know what you are, Layla,” he whispered. “And I want to take it from you...”
“Ahhh...” She moaned, feeling his hand gripping her right breast. The relief of him realizing she was a virgin, and not only that, but being turned on by the fact... was more than she could bear! Her inner, terribly forbidden desires were finally being fulfilled! She knew it would be only a short matter of time until he stripped down, pulled her panties to the side and rammed his large, throbbing cock into her enticing cunt. Just how Jenny had described a few of her naughty encounters... but this one would actually be true.
“Put your hand here,” Jex commanded the voluptuous girl. She then felt him grasp her dainty hand and drag it across his body, over the rippling abdominals, and lower still... lower and lower! Until she... she felt the expanding shaft in his pants! The way it prodded against the material, dying to escape and fuck the lusty girl.
She groaned heavily, her eyes bulging intensely. The first time she'd ever felt a cock in her life! Even if it was just through the pants... Layla could sense the hardness, the length, and the thickness. It worried her for a moment, wondering how something so large and imposing would fit into her untouched pussy. But, she left that to the capable hands of Tristan, as he continued to suck and fondle her breasts.
“Like it?” He laughed.
“Oh god yes!” Layla moaned, arching her back as he shoved her down onto the couch.
“Would you like me to fuck you with that big dick?” He asked, knowing the answer all too well. But still, it always felt better hearing the girl say it herself.
“I... I... oh fuck, yes I do!” Layla gushed, biting her lip.
“In that case,” Tristan nodded. “Let's get these off.”
And with that, he reached down, taking hold of Layla's pants – giving them a sudden tug toward the floor.
She gulped heavily...
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Those tight pants slid down her legs with the greatest of ease... torturously slow! Tristan made sure to savor each and every inch of her thighs. Planting a kiss on them now and then, licking here and there. Each time sending a shiver of excitement to the girl's greedy gash and gush of sexual liquid from that seductive love den. Never had she felt so aroused in her life!
The way he moaned for her body... how she longed for his! Layla's hands, almost against her will as it were, extended out – squeezing his chest and abs, exploring any part of his hard body that she could find. And at times, he would drag her hand back down to his crotch and force the girl to feel his growing manhood.
“Mmm, purple...” Tristan grinned, referring to the color of her panties. That seductive piece of clothing hugging right around her well-padded pussy! The delectable treat right there for the taking!
“You like them?” She asked, clueless as to how she should respond. It seemd as good an answer as any, at the time.
“Like them?” He smirked. “I'm going to fuck you in them!”
And with that, Tristan reached up and began to pull his shirt from his body. A moment later, Layla was greeted to the sight of his lean, ripped body. And a little bit below the belt-line, she could see the hard cock forming a tent shaped protrusion.
“Do you... do you want to?” She asked, once again clueless.
“Get it out? You'd better believe it, baby...” Tristan smiled. “Reach over here Layla and take my pants off. Show me how much you want that cock! Be a good girl and I'll fill your little holes with it...”
“Oh god!” She gushed, instantly lurching forward, undoing his pants – whereupon she removed them, right along with the boxers, in one lightening fast motion. “Holy fuck!” She screamed at this sight of his unimpeded, fully engorged cock.
“The size of it!” Layla gasped. “I've never...”
“Don't worry, baby,” he assured the virgin. “I'll make it go in nice and good...”
And there he stared down at the girl's tempting body... the way he craved her flesh! It was incredible to see. The sheer frenzy of lust in his eyes – surpassed only by her own. After a brief moment of sexual tension, the two locked lips in a wet, sexy kiss. His hot lips turning her on ever more.
It was here that the young woman felt the shaft of his cock slide up against her thighs. He was inching it closer! Such a heavy, thick dick! Layla looked down, nearly fainting with shock, yet so hopeful and eager to have it thrust inside her cunt.
“Oh just fuck me!” She cried out.
“I fully plan to, baby!” Tristan replied. And here, with one hand gripping her right boob, with her sprawled out on her back, and the oth
er hand pulling her panties to the side... she watched as he aligned his massive boner with her juicy pussy...
“Ready for it, little virgin?” He smirked.
“God yes...!”
And with that, he rocked his hips forward – spreading her lips apart with the head of his shaft, Pre-cum already flowing from the end of his cock. She felt it parting her southern slit... the sensation imbuing her with such joy and happiness! The erotic thrill of a lifetime! Fucked by a soldier! And it was only just beginning...
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