Wasn't even a date, a favor to their parents. They drove to the country club, his attempt at small talk was whisked away in the open air of the convertible her daddy let him drive.
He didn't mind going with her, she's hot, dark hair and eyes, but her coldness almost made him put the top up.
As soon as they got to the club, she went off with her girlfriends. He milled around, saying hello to a few people, watching her. All smiles with her friends, beautiful smile, he thought. He also thought, he'll make her smile later.
She came to him sometime later, "are you ready to go?" She asked. He looked into her eyes, dark pools, her face, skin so smooth. He thinks about stealing a kiss, in front of her friends. No, he has something else in mind.
Her attitude grating on him all night, needs a fix, and he's going to fix it.
They drive to her home, her straight nose in the air, her lips pursed, like theirs a bad taste in her mouth. He knows he is the bad taste.
He walks her to her door, noticing only his car left when they took daddy's car. Nobody home, good. She turns at the door, a smug expression on her lips. She holds out her hand, he drops the keys into her hand, then pushes her against the door.
He didn't steal a kiss, he took it. His cold blue eyes watching her wide dark ones. Her mouth was open in shock, his tongue invaded her, his eyes saying taste me bitch.
She didn't push him away, after a few moments of his forceful kiss, her knees gave way. She felt herself moving against his body, her eyes fluttered, then closed. They snapped open when he took her hands, forced them against the door. Claiming her mouth harder, his body crushed her's. She felt his hardness on her stomach before he took a step back.
His eyes burned into her's as her fingers fumbled with the clasp of her small purse. Her eyes drank in a much taller man, not a small pathetic guy she went to the club with. In the glow of the light above the door, she saw a handsome man. Sandy blonde hair, broad shoulders, a long sex, she knew, wanting out.
She turned, trying to close her half open mouth of shock. He moved in behind her as she inserted her key. His hand rubbed her ass through her dress, his nose inhaling the scent of her hair, he growled and squeezed her ass.
She was moved forward as she opened the door. He closed it, then locked it. He removed her shawl draped around her shoulders. She saw it thrown to the side, burning kisses along her neck had her mouth hanging open once more. His hands on her hips, he pulled her against him, his length, (she gasped at its size) on her ass.
His fingers pulled her skirt up slow, bunching in his palms. She felt cool air on her legs first, then her panties. His right hand held her skirt against her stomach. A fleeting thought of ironing her dress went through her mind. His left hand sprayed out on her leg, feeling her skin below her panties, then running down her dark stocking leg. His dick moved over her ass, slowly, teasing, showing her his all. His hand went to her other leg, his lips trailing, burning her neck. His hands switched, his right felt her mound, then moved down, in between her legs. Feeling her wetness, fingers touching her lips, pressing her panties inside her, a come hither motion with his finger.
Her dress was pulled over her head, joined her shawl somewhere. Her bra, unclasped, his hands cupping her breasts. She pulled her bra away, let it fall to the floor. Her breasts arched into his hands, stiffing nipples being pinched. Her hands reached behind, fumbled with his belt, his snap and zipper. Finally, her hands reached inside his boxers, fingers tracing its huge head, gasping as they moved down the shaft, amazed at its very long length.
She was spun around, his hands on her shoulders told her what he wanted. She quickly kicked off her heels, shorting her by an inch. She bent at her knees, his hands forcing her down on them.
His aggressiveness was catching, she pulled his pants and boxers down, her nails scraping his legs. Her eyes widened, seeing his length, her deep muscles convulsed. Two boulder size balls, a tree of hard flesh, a thatch of darker hair behind. She licked, kissed, and sucked his balls, noting him gasping. Her hands reached to his tight ass as her lips kissed and sucked up its never ending length. Her tongue tasted its head, its bulging cap slips between her lips. His hand grips her head, slowly, he pushes into her mouth.