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He took the scenic route, and they ended up just outside the city, at this tiny little greasy spoon restaurant. He ushered her in, laughing about her helmet head complaints. They sat at a little booth, and instead of letting her sit opposite of him, he pulled her down beside of him. She wondered how she would get through the evening without pouncing on him. During the bike ride, she'd gotten a very good feel of those wonderful pectoral and stomach muscles, and she had fantasized about they would feel like if his body was on top of hers. Embarrassed at herself for thinking of it again, she blushed and looking at the waitress, pointedly avoiding meeting his eyes. He was aware of her thoughts, and was hard pressed to keep himself from swelling with desire. To look at her too long was like staring too long at the sun. 'That kind of beauty could blind a bloke' He thought. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to let that long hair loose, so it would fall all over him. To sit that cute little ass on top of his face, and make her moan. Damn, he caught himself again. He knew he should go slow with this one, he wanted to see her on a regular basis. She was an all-American beauty, but inside that pretty head was one hell of a brain. After they ordered, both of the deciding on pork chops, mashed potatoes, and some green stuff. They fell into easy conversation about each other. She asked him a lot of questions about his band, and they barely even noticed when the food came, so taken were they with one another. He told her about his family, and she in return told him about hers in the North. Her mom and dad were retired, and living on a farm raising cattle, sheep and horses. "So your parents have cows, sheep, horses and dogs You wouldn't even believe all the different animals I have on my farm. Chock full of em. Weird ones too, like venomous snakes, and a platypus. You really should take a trip out there with me one day soon. I think you'd like it. You have a dog don't you?" he asked. " "Yes, my little Maggie May. She's a rat terrier, and she is cute as a button. The landlords wouldn't let us have anything big, even though she sure has a loud bark. To hear her you would think she was a Rottie or something, but she isn't even 20 pounds!" She said, giggling. "I love animals. They are so simple, so easy to figure out. Where as people, well with people it can be downright hard to know what is going on in their heads." She trailed off quietly. "I guess that's why I value honesty so much, because it is a little hard to find." He was watching her again, not speaking. His eyes appeared almost gray at the moment, and they were locked upon hers. He nodded. "I completely agree. Well said, love." The waitress interrupted to hand Russell the bill and he handed her the money, tell her to keep the rest for a tip. Tash stood up, holding her hand out to him, which he took in his and stood up too.. "Where to now, Mr. Crowe?' Tash asked. " I've a hankering to do some more riding on that bike of yours." He laughed, and said "Do you like bats?" "What?" she said, uncertainly. "Bats, do you like bats? I know a good place to go watch the Congress Avenue bats and their nightly ritual. Sound good to you?" He said, hoping she wouldn't think he was insane. She nodded, and said, "You know, in all the time I have been here, I've never seen those bats. Let's go!" She smiled. They hopped on his bike and soon they were in the right place. Tash stepped to the railing and felt strong arms snake around her waist from behind. He moved close to her, holding her tightly. She completely forgot about watching the bats, and the only thing she could think of was how good his arms felt around her. Her body was opening up to all the feelings flooding through it, and soon she was dazed and dizzy from the explosion of desire. He, too, seemed to be feeling the effects, and very slowly, he turned her around to face him. It was as though they were the only 2 people left in the entire world. He crushed her mouth underneath his, and she wound her arms around his neck. After an enormously passionate kiss, they gasped in unison and pulled apart. This time she grabbed his hand and headed back to the bike. She leaned close to him and murmured, "Let's go back to my place. Right now." He was trembling, but he managed to get on the bike. He got it started and soon they were pulling up in front of her house. During the short ride, reality had set in for her, and she suddenly was hesitant, wondering what in the world she was doing with this man. Was she really going to have sex with him on their very first date? He got off the bike, and helped her off. They both stood for a moment, looking at the door, and he turned and said, "Tash, I don't want to take advantage of you. I just want you to know, love, that I want you to be a part of my life. I don't want it to end after one night. I want to see you, only you. I am not sure why I feel this way. A bloke like me just doesn't believe in love at first sight. Well, I didn't, until last night, anyway." He was frightened of scaring her off so he added, "If you don't want it to start like this, just let me know. We can take it slower." Just as he said this, she leaned over to him, and placed her finger on his mouth. "I want you to come inside with me. We can talk later." She said tenderly. He kissed her finger and suddenly they were kissing again, and she was pulling him into the apartment. She kicked the door closed, her mouth still pressed to him, and his hands began exploring her body burning sensations into her mind. She tore her mouth from his long enough to pull his shirt up, and slip it over his head. Those gorgeous pectoral muscles came into view and she pressed her lips to his chest, sucking gently on his nipples. Then his hands were on her shirt, and it came off as well. She was wearing a lacy red bra, her full breasts heaving and her nipples hardened to excruciatingly delightful points. Soon her bra had joined her shirt in the floor, and he took her breasts in his hands and began to caress them, teasing the nipples with his rough thumbs, and he leaned his head down and took one nipple into his mouth. She gasped and he continued his onslaught of her breasts until she was breathless and begging. He burned kisses back up her neck, returning to her mouth once more. As he took possession of her mouth, his tongue wreaked havoc with her senses, pressing in and out of her mouth. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her to him. She pressed her legs around him, feeling his throbbing cock underneath his jeans. He found his way to her bedroom, and lay her on the bed, positioning himself just over her belly. Unbuttoning her shorts, he slid them off to find lacy little red satin panties, and he put his hand between those thighs and stroked lightly. She gasped louder this time, and soon the panties were sliding off, freeing her moist sex. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered. |
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