little cunt next to me.
"Wow," she says, "I am in love with this car."
"She's taken," I say with a smile.
I pop the clutch and hammer it about halfway, enough to get a rush of adrenaline running through Holly as her chest is forced back into the seat. It's standard procedure for my dates. I quickly slow back down into cruising mode.
"Oh my fucking god," she says.
She immediately covers her mouth, like it's a sin to drop the 'f bomb'.
"Holly?"
"Yeah?"
I lean over next to her.
"It's ok to say fuck in front of me, we're grownups now."
She punches me in the arm playfully as I laugh. There's that smile.
"You have a smart mouth on you, you know that?"
You're going to find out how smart my fucking mouth is, soon enough.
"I know, I probably kid too much."
"No, it suits you. It's cute. You don't overdo it."
"Well thank you. I'm glad someone appreciates it."
We pull up to the restaurant—it's on the first floor of a large hotel—and I reluctantly hand my keys to the valet. I'm not happy about it, I usually avoid these guys. I try to keep a straight face but Holly can sense my frustration.
"Aww, are you afraid she's going to cheat on you in the parking garage?"
I cover my mouth and gasp.
"She would never !"
Holly laughs so hard she damn near snorts. It sets me at ease a little. I love watching women genuinely laugh, especially those who take life far too serious. She smiles and wraps her arm around the inside of mine as we walk to the table. Good. She's feeling more confident, more certain that damp, deprived pussy is going to be filled with this cock instead of two soapy fingers in a lonely bathtub.
Dinner is full of jokes and laughter. She orders a steak medium rare and my cock almost bursts through my zipper. I love a woman who orders a steak and knows how it should be cooked. I had a date order a steak well done once and put ketchup on it. I never looked at her the same again.
The check comes and she tries to reach for it, a noble gesture on her part.
"If you want to hold my hand, all you have to do is ask," I say.
I pull the check back over to me as her hand slides down mine. She blushes a little.
"Sorry, force of habit."
"Jesus, what kind of guys do you date?"
"Homeless derelicts, apparently."
"So tell me something about you. Something nobody knows," I say.
"Oh, we're going to play that game?"
She leans over seductively in my ear. Who is this woman? Four hours ago she was a stiff, uptight office dictator.
"I am an adrenaline junkie. I went skydiving once and it was incredible."
"So, do you do many exciting things?"
"No, I'm always at work. It's really all I do, if you couldn't tell."
She laughs in a pathetic tone, trying to play off how dull her life is.
"You know what you need? A vacation. A vacation doing a bunch of daredevil shit."
"I don't have time—"
"Make time. You only get one shot at life. You work too hard, make it count for something."
I have to use this to my advantage. I'm now on a mission to take her on a thrill ride; an erotic roller coaster of sorts. I'm getting excited thinking about it.
"I have an idea. I'll be right back, don't move."
I run around the corner for a few minutes. I have a buddy who works here and I need a set of keys. Yes, it's all part of my plan.
When I return I'm ducked down like some kind of secret agent. I lean over and whisper, "Come on, I want to show you something."
Her eyes grow wide with excitement.
***
We're riding up the hotel elevator and my balls are starting to boil. Part of me wants to rip her dress off and pound her up against the wall. It's not a bad move, I've done it before. I have something much more exhilarating in store though.
We are approaching the 30th floor and I tell her to close her eyes. She doesn't resist. The elevator door opens and I guide her down a hallway. I pull out the keys, open a door, and we step out onto the roof that overlooks
"Wow," she says, "I am in love with this car."
"She's taken," I say with a smile.
I pop the clutch and hammer it about halfway, enough to get a rush of adrenaline running through Holly as her chest is forced back into the seat. It's standard procedure for my dates. I quickly slow back down into cruising mode.
"Oh my fucking god," she says.
She immediately covers her mouth, like it's a sin to drop the 'f bomb'.
"Holly?"
"Yeah?"
I lean over next to her.
"It's ok to say fuck in front of me, we're grownups now."
She punches me in the arm playfully as I laugh. There's that smile.
"You have a smart mouth on you, you know that?"
You're going to find out how smart my fucking mouth is, soon enough.
"I know, I probably kid too much."
"No, it suits you. It's cute. You don't overdo it."
"Well thank you. I'm glad someone appreciates it."
We pull up to the restaurant—it's on the first floor of a large hotel—and I reluctantly hand my keys to the valet. I'm not happy about it, I usually avoid these guys. I try to keep a straight face but Holly can sense my frustration.
"Aww, are you afraid she's going to cheat on you in the parking garage?"
I cover my mouth and gasp.
"She would never !"
Holly laughs so hard she damn near snorts. It sets me at ease a little. I love watching women genuinely laugh, especially those who take life far too serious. She smiles and wraps her arm around the inside of mine as we walk to the table. Good. She's feeling more confident, more certain that damp, deprived pussy is going to be filled with this cock instead of two soapy fingers in a lonely bathtub.
Dinner is full of jokes and laughter. She orders a steak medium rare and my cock almost bursts through my zipper. I love a woman who orders a steak and knows how it should be cooked. I had a date order a steak well done once and put ketchup on it. I never looked at her the same again.
The check comes and she tries to reach for it, a noble gesture on her part.
"If you want to hold my hand, all you have to do is ask," I say.
I pull the check back over to me as her hand slides down mine. She blushes a little.
"Sorry, force of habit."
"Jesus, what kind of guys do you date?"
"Homeless derelicts, apparently."
"So tell me something about you. Something nobody knows," I say.
"Oh, we're going to play that game?"
She leans over seductively in my ear. Who is this woman? Four hours ago she was a stiff, uptight office dictator.
"I am an adrenaline junkie. I went skydiving once and it was incredible."
"So, do you do many exciting things?"
"No, I'm always at work. It's really all I do, if you couldn't tell."
She laughs in a pathetic tone, trying to play off how dull her life is.
"You know what you need? A vacation. A vacation doing a bunch of daredevil shit."
"I don't have time—"
"Make time. You only get one shot at life. You work too hard, make it count for something."
I have to use this to my advantage. I'm now on a mission to take her on a thrill ride; an erotic roller coaster of sorts. I'm getting excited thinking about it.
"I have an idea. I'll be right back, don't move."
I run around the corner for a few minutes. I have a buddy who works here and I need a set of keys. Yes, it's all part of my plan.
When I return I'm ducked down like some kind of secret agent. I lean over and whisper, "Come on, I want to show you something."
Her eyes grow wide with excitement.
***
We're riding up the hotel elevator and my balls are starting to boil. Part of me wants to rip her dress off and pound her up against the wall. It's not a bad move, I've done it before. I have something much more exhilarating in store though.
We are approaching the 30th floor and I tell her to close her eyes. She doesn't resist. The elevator door opens and I guide her down a hallway. I pull out the keys, open a door, and we step out onto the roof that overlooks
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