by Jamie Knight
Sam
It was a quick lie, but it seemed to work. Besides which, I really did want to see her again. It was all I could do to keep my gaze on her eyes as opposed to her legs or her tits. That little sundress she had on didn’t leave too much to the imagination, and I was drooling.
I felt a bit bad about the lie, Ronda seeming like a sweet, genuine person, but I’d already dug myself in with one lie, so I couldn’t back out now.
I watched her gorgeous ass as she left, steering the huge dog masterfully. I had no idea how she managed it with the massive dog, considering the trouble I’d run into with a less-than-year-old puppy.
“Benny!” James cried, toddling over to the pup and hugging him a bit too hard, the miniature mauling machine surprisingly tolerant of the whole situation.
“Hey,” I greeted Jim while the pup licked every inch of his son’s face and James giggled madly.
“Hey, Sam, what was what about?” Jim asked.
“What was what about?”
“That sexy little thing sashaying away with the big brown dog,” Jim clarified with a grin. “Who’s that?”
“Ah, much more specific,” I said, tucking away a smile.
“So, what’s going on there, huh?” Jim asked, waggling his eyebrows in such a way that it almost looked like caterpillars were dancing on his forehead.
“Whatever do you mean, dear fellow?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Come on, man, I’ve never seen you out with a woman during daylight. There’s actually a pool going around the office that you have a fetish for vampires,” he elbowed me playfully, his adolescent joviality contrasting sharply with his sober, black Armani appearance.
“You’re kidding!” I exclaimed, my amusement blending with my horror.
“Just a bit, thought to be fair, your nocturnal lovelies do tend to be on the pale side,” Jim hedged.
“Are you having me followed?” I raised an eyebrow.
“No,” he laughed, “We just go to a lot of the same places. There are only so many after all.”
“Fair enough,” I conceded.
“So, you never answered me. Who’s the girl?”
I debated about whether to tell the whole story or not. It was a bit weird, after all and sounds kind of like a cheesy rom-com setup. Plus I was hesitant to admit that Benny had gotten sick under my care. But I decided to just tell him, and to my surprise, he didn’t seem upset.
“I didn’t even know dogs could get colds,” Jim said.
“Me neither, came as a bit of a shock honestly,” I agreed.
“Learn something new everyday,” Jim said.
It never ceased to amaze me how he could could make things seem better with just a few words. It was probably a large part of why he hadn’t lost a case in five years.
“So, I took him to the vet,” I continued, “And that’s where I met Ronda.”
“Let me guess, she was there with her dog, right?” Jim rubbed his temples like he was trying to read my mind.
“No.”
“Oh, I see, the nurse. Those sexy scrubs. You dirty dog,” he said, elbowing me again.
“She was the vet, actually,” I said.
“Really?” Jim asked, seeming dumbfounded.
“Yeah, I think she actually runs the clinic, she was the only doctor I saw there anyway. But the place was packed.”
“But she’s so young,” Jim said.
“I think she might be older than she looks,” I said, having done the math on the time it would take to get full veterinary qualifications versus the age most people start college.
“Oh, that makes sense. I was about to accuse you of cradle-robbing,” Jim laughed.
“How much younger is Monica than you again?” I asked pointedly.
“That’s different,” Jim said, the classic defense for when one gets caught in a massive bit of hypocrisy.
“Because you say so?”
“Because we’re in love!” Jim protested.
“The perfect excuse for cradle robbing, Mr. Allen,” I said, un able to keep form smirking.
“Hey now, that’s - ”
“A perfect comeback to what amounts to the pervert Nuremberg Defence,” I said.
“Okay, point taken, it is the same. We both love younger women,” he conceded once again. Brining our overall record to 215-175 with the advantage going to me.
What can I say? I like winning arguments.
“Maybe not that much younger. The way I figure it, Ronda’s at least in her late twenties. At least considering how long it takes to go though vet school and the build up a business from nothing.”
“True. What about the love component? I hate to be skeptical but I’ve know you a good while, and as far as I can tell you the only things you have ever loved are your job and your car,” Jim mused.
I couldn’t really argue with him there. My reputation for commitment was never exactly great, my relationships tending to last a night or two. The all time record peaked at two months. Then she started talking about marriage and I put the brakes on right quick.
“Things can change,” was all I could think to say.
“Well, hey, I’m glad. But before I forget, it’s actually good that I ran into you, I was going to call you later.” he said, “I’ve got some good news for you,”
“I’m being promoted to partner?” I asked hopefully.
“No,” Jim looked a little surprised and sheepish.
“I’m getting my own parking spot?”
“I can take Benny back,” Jim interjected, before I could shock him any further.
“Oh,” I couldn’t mask the hint of disappointment in my voice.
I had actually gotten used to having the little guy around.
“Yeah, I finally got Monica to come around, I can take the pup off your hands.”
Looking down at James, playing his heart out with the pup, I know that he’s going where he needs to go. He’ll be better off with a kid who adores him than a busy lawyer who left him outside all the time.
“I’ll drop him off first thing Monday morning, then we can take it form there.”
Chapter Five
Ronda
I nearly vibrated with excitement. We officially had our first date lined up. I wasn’t really sure about the dog park outing, and whether that really counted. But sexy Sam, as I had come to think of him, had made at least some of his intentions clear.
I still wasn’t sure if he knew quite how much I wanted him to fuck me senseless, but his ogling when we first met had indicated his interest.
I had to find something that would let him know. The blue dress might not have done the trick, Sam had kept his eyes on mine the whole damn time, despite my efforts to show skin. It was most likely out of respect, which I appreciated but still found a bit frustrating. I needed to send up a signal flare, making my intentions absolutely clear.
Unfortunately, the sexiest dress I had other than the blue one was a slim black number with long sleeves and a hem that went down past my knees. It left quite a lot to the imagination in terms of flesh. Though, while it could never be accused of being skimpy, the dress hugged my body in a way that accentuated my every curve, even as it also clothed them.
I had just managed to slither into the thing, barely getting the zipper up by myself, when a knock came on the door. Trying to adjust to walking with my thighs tightly bound by the skirt of the dress, I made my way from the bathroom to the living room.
“Joining a convent, are we?” Sharon asked when I opened the door, looking me up and down.
“Going on a date, actually,” I said, blushing a bit.
“You look like ye’re goin’ to church,” Sharon said.
“Oh,” I said.
“Plannin’ on getting laid at any point?” She asked.
My cheeks flamed and I don’t even have to answer.
“Come with me,” Sharon said, taking me by the hand before I could object.
Taking me over to her place, Sharon sat me down on
her bed and started rummaging through her closet. I was shocked, not only by the amount of clothes she owned but also how nice they were. I’d pretty much only ever seen her wear tracksuits, with various interesting, and usually clashing, stains.
She had apparently been something of a party girl when she worked as a publicist, and maintained at least five specimens of the “little black dress,” both strapped and strapless. It was one of the former that she pulled out on that occasion.
“This should work for ye. It’s a bit short but ye’ve got good legs and yer tits are gonna look amazin’.”
With Sharon’s assistance managing zippers, I shucked out of the nun-like dress, as well as my bra and into her selection, the front of the dress as well as the straps doing a surprisingly good job of holding my tits up in a very enticing way, while also being pretty comfortable.
“There,” Sharon said, looking me over, “now there’s just something to do about this whole situation.”
By ‘this whole situation’ Sharon had apparently meant my face and hair. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with them in principle, she was quick to add. They could just be even better. Setting up the small shelf around the sink in her bathroom like a make up counter, Sharon set to work. I sat obediently on the closed toilet seat, following her directions as to where to move my head.
Finally, she was finished.
“Perfect,” she said, stepping back to examine her handiwork.
I looked in the mirror to see what she had done, nearly being bowled over by the results. The most surprising thing was honestly how subtle it all was. I knew how much she had put on because I had sat through the whole thing. The overall effect successfully accentuated my best features like my lips and my eyes, while also improving places that weren’t so strong like my cheekbones, which were nothing to write home about.
“Wow,” I said, trying by damndest not to cry and ruin her hard work.
“And now the hair,” Sharon said.
Keeping as still as I could, Sharon wove a crown of intricate braids into my hair, leaving the rest flowing free, leaving me looking like some kind of elven princess.
“Thank you!” I squealed, hugging Sharon tight.
“Watch the make-up, love,” Sharon teased, but I could see how pleased she was.
Kissing Sharon on the cheek, I still had plenty of time to go home and get my shoes and coat. Punctuality had always been something of a Stamp family trait. What I hadn’t expected was to see Sam already at my door, a white rose in hand.
“Someone’s a romantic,” Sharon quipped.
“Yeah,” was all I could think to say, a little too dazed to cobble together anything more coherent.
Sharon winked at me and then slipped back into the house to leave us alone.
“You look amazing,” Sam said, ambling across the street to meet me.
“Thanks,” I said.
He didn’t look so bad himself in his dove gray suit and crisp white shirt. He looked like he belonged on a movie screen, the leading man alongside some stunning starlet. But instead, he was with me. It was all I could do to keep from squealing like a school girl.
He extended the hand not holding onto the rose.
“Shall we?” he asked cordially.
Without a word, my vocabulary entirely escaping me with the unlikelihood of it all, I slipped my hand into his and let him escort me to his car, neither of us letting go. My pulse raced and my pussy tightened at the contact. I wanted him so bad I could taste it.
“For you,” he said, handing me the rose, and then we walked hand in hand to his Jeep, He opened the door for me as though it were a royal carriage, escorting me up into the passenger seat.
I could feel a bit of a draft on my ass as I got in, the dress not giving much in terms of coverage. I wondered if Sam had noticed. If he did he hadn’t let on, like the gentleman I knew that he was.
Part of me really hoped that he had seen, and that he had liked what he had seen. Truth be told, I would have gladly given it to him, and anything else on me that he took a liking to. I just wanted to feel his touch.
The restaurant was beautiful, though I really shouldn’t have been surprised. He clearly had money and was trying to impress me, though he really needn’t have bothered. Even if the indoor fountain and string quartet really were nice touches.
I had intended to be sweet, flirty, sexy. Really let him know what I was thinking and what I wanted. That was the plan, anyway.
But as was my habit, I talked about my animals. It was really the only subject I felt confident enough to talk about much, since it had been such a major part of my life for the better part of the last decade. I figured Sam had a pet, though, so maybe he wouldn’t be too put off.
And to my surprise, he rolled with it, and before long, we were deep in a conversation that had meandered all over the map.
Our meal came, and while it was delicious, I barely noticed. I was too wrapped up in him. We talked about everything from politics to Disney movies. I felt at ease with Sam in a way I’d never experienced before.
But long after dinner was over, we’d still been talking for over an hour. When there was finally a lull in conversation, I realized that Sam looked just as riveted by me in my silence as he had when I was talking.
He just looked at me for a moment before putting a hand on my bare knee. I gasped at the sudden pleasure of his touch, heat blooming through me. Heat that only grew deeper as he slid his hand up to my inner thigh, my pussy starting to ache with desire.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, eight words that filled me with a thrill I could hardly contain.
I wanted a clever, flirty line, a witty comeback that would leave him drooling, but my awkward brain short-circuited and failed me, so all I could do was nod helplessly and take his offered hand when he reached down to help me to my feet.
Chapter Six
Sam
I didn’t make it even halfway home. I couldn’t take it anymore. We both wanted the same thing. I still had my hand on her thigh as we drove and her skin was getting warmer by the minute, matching the increasing hardness of my cock.
I slipped my hand between her thighs, touching her through her panties, feeling the soaking wetness of her pussy through the thin cotton. Ronda gasped and writhed in pleasure, grinding harder against my hand.
The chemistry between us near boiling, and some of this steam had to be released before there was and explosion. Spotting a park that looked open but deserted, I parked in a dark corner of the lot, hoping the tinted windows would do the trick.
Freed from the responsibilities of driving, I was able to enjoy Ronda more fully, starting with a passionate kiss. It was electric and fiery in a way I’d never felt before, consuming me from the inside out.
Ronda put a hand on my thigh near my hard cock, apparently a bit too nervous for full contact. I couldn’t blame her really, considering that we were out in the open like this. I just wanted her so much I was willing to make an exception.
I slipped a hand into the front of her panties and gently stroked the delicate folds of her pussy, which was wet and waiting for me. She moaned and pressed against me, but I could feel her trembling. I tried to slip a finger inside her but she gasped and tensed, and I only got about halfway in.
“Are you ok?” I asked, breaking the kiss.
She blushed and looked away from me.
“Have…have you never done this before?”
She nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to hide her face in shame. There was no way I was abiding that, and I gently wiped them away.
“Hey, don’t cry. There is nothing wrong with that,” I said, stroking her cheek.
“You still w-want me?” she asked.
“Of course, we’ll just have to take things a bit easy,” I said.
I meant it, too. She was hardly my first virgin and it wasn’t really something that particularly attracted or repelled me. I knew that there were some guys who could be really
intense about it, one way or another. I just took it as another factor to take into account to make sure everything was good.
And I wanted her, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. If that meant being gentle with her, I was more than happy to oblige.
Ronda timidly reached out and put her hand on my cock, lightly stroking it through my pants. She gave me a questioning look and I smiled, trying to encourage her.
She struggled with the zipper and I helped her out, unzipping my pants and tugging my cock out to give her full access. I got the feeling she had never seen one so big, if she’d ever seen one at all. At least going by the way her breath caught and her eyes widened at the sight of it.
“You okay?” I asked, stroking the back of her neck.
“Y-yeah, it’s just, um, wow.”
“Only do what you’re comfortable with,” I said, letting her take the reins.
Seeming reassured, Ronda gingerly wrapped her hand around the base and lowered her head, giving it several gentle swirls with her tongue around the tip. A groan rumbled in my chest. Encouraged, she opened her mouth a bit more and took in about a third of my length, sucking it lightly and peering up at me through her lashes for approval.
“That feels fucking amazing, baby,” I assured her, tenderly stroking her cheek.
Using her hand to pump the shaft, she started sucking even harder on the part she had, lowering gradually down to halfway, also picking up speed along the way.
I groaned my pleasure, letting her know how well she was doing. She started moving even faster, cranking my shaft and massaging my balls as she worked me. I felt the pleasure rising up inside me quickly, and I couldn’t help but be impressed by her skill.
She seemed so unsure at first, but clearly she was a natural. Before I knew it, the pleasure inside me crested and I felt myself on the brink.
“Fuck, Ronda,” I gasped, “I’m gonna cum.”
I thought with the warning, she would retreat, but she kept going. When I shot my load, she slowly lifted her head, and while still stroking me, Ronda swallowed it all down.
“You turn, sweetheart,” I murmured, massaging her thigh.