A friend's house

"I have a friend who's house isn't far from here." Scarlett says. The statements bubbles all kinds of thoughts into your mind.

A friend? A female friend? Would she be aware that Scarlett is bringing a stranger over to fuck? Would she care? Would she join in? Or maybe it's a male friend. You don't like that option so much.

"Who is it?" You ask, trying not to be too nosy or do anything that would spoil your chances tonight.

"It doesn't matter," Scarlett answers. "She's out of town for the night. We should hurry."

For a split second you're disappointed that you won't get to meet this friend, but you remember that you're walking next to a horny hurried Scarlett Johansson who want's nothing more than to get your pants off. As you walk down a commercial street you wrap your arm around her and slide your hand down to her plump ass.

She stops and turns toward you. "Don't do that."

You move your hand. "Sorry. Paparazzi?" You look around to see if there are photographers hiding nearby.

"No... I just," Scarlett's breathing is heavy. She tries to calm it. "You probably shouldn't touch me until we get somewhere. I don't think I could take it."

"I understand" you try not to smile. She's got it bad.

But as Scarlett turns to walk again, her foot catches a crack in the sidewalk and she tumbles to the ground, hitting the wet grass, water splashing everywhere, making her a sexy mess.

You reach down to help her up, forgetting that you're putting your hands all over her. You grope at her shoulders and arms, brushing her face, brushing her breasts, all by accident, just trying to be helpful.

"Wait!" Scarlett shouts as she gets up to her knees, her face at your crotch level, her breath shaking, her breasts heaving. You expect her to get the rest of the way up, but she doesn't. Instead she stays there staring at your crotch, biting her big lip. "I can't make it any further" she says finally sliding a hand down her tight jeans, reaching out to rub your dick with the other.

You look around. You're in the middle of a busy street. There are traffic lights and neon signs all around. So much for paparazzi, you think. If you do this, you'll both be seen for sure. You wonder if Scarlett would truly want you to help her up, to make it to her friends house and fuck in private. But can you really say 'no' at this point?

Scarlett unbuttons your jeans.