Captain Satan
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The following story is of two ships passing in the night before pulling a U-turn and then crashing into each other
I didn't know her name, where she came from, who's friend she was, or what she was doing here in the first place - but I knew the moment I met her that I'd love nothing more than to watch her cum.
She was a petite and slightly chubby blonde woman of 22 and I'd find out later on that her name was Katie.
I was laying across an incredibly comfy armchair right across from her sitting place on the couch. We were making small talk and trying to act as though we knew each other's names - we had, after all, been at the same party for at least two hours.
But the party's embers were flickering and was down its final stragglers, just some good time people pecking at the skeletal carcass of the good times.
There were a few people in the kitchen still going at it, but it was just the two of us in the sitting room. Two more people making small talk at 3am.
She was flirty in the insolent kind of way and wouldn't stop picking at the fact that I was wearing a Batman t-shirt. She made reference many times to this Batman shirt that she said made me look 'like one of those entry-level nerds'.
What she was actually leading up to was her zinger - 'I'll come over there and tear it off you, you fucking soft.'
Of course, I invited her to try me.
She sighed loudly, hopped off the couch, and went to grab for my shirt. I caught her wrists first.
"Are you going to make this harder than it has to be?" she laughed in my face.
She fought out of my grasp and I simply let her pull the t-shirt off me without any great effort to resist.
Sitting on the end of the armchair, she looked me up and down, as if to evaluate my shirtless body.
"You like what you see?" I teased. I so wanted to tear off her ankle boots, pull of her blouse, and fuck her right there.
She traced a nail from my chest to my bellybutton and I let out a giggle before she could finish the sentence "maybe..."
Katie perked up in her seat and smiled an evil smile. I could see the wheels turning and turning, the building playfulness and excitement.
She dug her nails into my sides and her blonde hair fell over my face. I grabbed her waist but didn't attempt to push her off, or even tickle her - which, in retrospect, was a horribly missed opportunity.
Her fingers climbed up and down my sides and she tried to gain access to my armpits during a number of torso-flurries. I was laughing so much that I could hear my mate Brian mimicking me from the kitchen.
"I... can... take it" I grunted through laughter, just to throw more fuel on the fire. It fueled the fire.
Katie's full-throttle tickling exploration of my bare upper body continued until it was a simple light flurry of fingernails. And then she stuck two fingers under my belt.
We stared at each other for a minute, and then we kissed.
But the sexy time would not come to pass, as we were ushered out of the house before long and Katie's friend insisted that she had ordered them a taxi home.
We exchanged details before we all had to go our separate ways, but I'm hoping that it won't be long before we get to finish what we started.
I didn't know her name, where she came from, who's friend she was, or what she was doing here in the first place - but I knew the moment I met her that I'd love nothing more than to watch her cum.
She was a petite and slightly chubby blonde woman of 22 and I'd find out later on that her name was Katie.
I was laying across an incredibly comfy armchair right across from her sitting place on the couch. We were making small talk and trying to act as though we knew each other's names - we had, after all, been at the same party for at least two hours.
But the party's embers were flickering and was down its final stragglers, just some good time people pecking at the skeletal carcass of the good times.
There were a few people in the kitchen still going at it, but it was just the two of us in the sitting room. Two more people making small talk at 3am.
She was flirty in the insolent kind of way and wouldn't stop picking at the fact that I was wearing a Batman t-shirt. She made reference many times to this Batman shirt that she said made me look 'like one of those entry-level nerds'.
What she was actually leading up to was her zinger - 'I'll come over there and tear it off you, you fucking soft.'
Of course, I invited her to try me.
She sighed loudly, hopped off the couch, and went to grab for my shirt. I caught her wrists first.
"Are you going to make this harder than it has to be?" she laughed in my face.
She fought out of my grasp and I simply let her pull the t-shirt off me without any great effort to resist.
Sitting on the end of the armchair, she looked me up and down, as if to evaluate my shirtless body.
"You like what you see?" I teased. I so wanted to tear off her ankle boots, pull of her blouse, and fuck her right there.
She traced a nail from my chest to my bellybutton and I let out a giggle before she could finish the sentence "maybe..."
Katie perked up in her seat and smiled an evil smile. I could see the wheels turning and turning, the building playfulness and excitement.
She dug her nails into my sides and her blonde hair fell over my face. I grabbed her waist but didn't attempt to push her off, or even tickle her - which, in retrospect, was a horribly missed opportunity.
Her fingers climbed up and down my sides and she tried to gain access to my armpits during a number of torso-flurries. I was laughing so much that I could hear my mate Brian mimicking me from the kitchen.
"I... can... take it" I grunted through laughter, just to throw more fuel on the fire. It fueled the fire.
Katie's full-throttle tickling exploration of my bare upper body continued until it was a simple light flurry of fingernails. And then she stuck two fingers under my belt.
We stared at each other for a minute, and then we kissed.
But the sexy time would not come to pass, as we were ushered out of the house before long and Katie's friend insisted that she had ordered them a taxi home.
We exchanged details before we all had to go our separate ways, but I'm hoping that it won't be long before we get to finish what we started.
