Her cute face, pretty, blue eyes, friendly to everyone, that's her way. She has a pretty smile, why doesn't he just ask? No other people in the store, just ask. Her perfume is light as she reaches for the news papers he put on the counter. "Anything else?" Her smile, her perfume, he rushes it out, somehow getting past his curled up tongue. "WANNAGOOUT?!" She stares at him. Oh no. He really screwed up, will she laugh in his face? Will her stare go cold, tell him no in a sub zero voice? She doesn't, she blushes a little, making her look adorable. She's smiling, "I don't even know your name." His name, he knew it when he came in, what is it? Shaking his head, laughing a little, himself, what the hell is my name? "Rich," he blurts it out, going red himself. "Hi Rich, I would love to."
"What is that perfume?" Megan smiles, looks down at her lap, she laughs looking back up at him, her cheeks a hot red. Her laugh is like the sound of wind chimes. "Sexy." She feels too much heat in her cheeks, wishing she wouldn't blush so much. Rich might think she's a little girl, too immature to date. She really likes him too. "I know you are, but I was asking about your perfume." Laughing together, so natural, he kisses her, as his tongue touches the tip of her's, she thinks, you cocky bastard.
"What...kind..." His words drifted away, replace by soft sighs. He was curious, a stronger perfume tonight, intoxicating to his senses. Its richness was on her neck, in her hair. He could wait till later to find out. Her body was tight to his, alive in his arms, "Ritchie..." her voice, so soft, a bit husky, he felt his own nipples stiffen, aching as much as another hard part of his body. "Ritchie..." again, chills from her voice, heating his blood to boiling. "Can..." her hands on his chest, palms tingling from muscles hard as rock. "...your...r...room?"
Was it on his lips? Her body? He tasted it everywhere. She whispered his name, moaned it, sucking her nipples, hard chips on his tongue. Her body arches, its skin kissing his lips. She twists, turns, a slow dance under his mouth. One leg snakes over his shoulder, her body convulsing, feeding into his mouth.
"Can I kiss it?" Her body was a fragile breath in his arms. Warm words on his lips, in the dark, under the blanket, she kissed her way down his body. Her tongue swirling his nipples, causing him to forget how to breathe for a moment or two.
She kisses the tip, soft petal lips kiss the head, breath, softer then her sighs, makes Rich bite his own lip. Megan kissed every inch, every vein, every skin cell. She took him in her mouth, capturing his essence, sanity was gone, mind and body taken by a whisper.
"Please, Ritchie, please make love to me." Her hand was already guiding him in. His cock touching her silky folds.
Slow, he entered her so slow, her vagina spread, her orgasm blinding her. Like an inch worm, he entered, his body shaking from her, walls encasing, shaping perfectly to his cock. Her legs viced around his hips, arching, crashing tight, tighter to his body. Her hands felt every muscle in his body move in sync with his thrusts. "Ritchie...oh Ritchie!!!" She was miles in the sky, floating, pleasure wrapping her, lifting her higher.
"Meg..." His skin melted, cum squirted in great lengths, emptying into her. His cock pumped forever it seemed, releasing billions of seed.
"It's called red door." Her whisper was horse, all she had left of her voice, She was glad he couldn't see her blush, never knowing her moans could be so intense, so loud. Smiling, she asked, "do you like?"