Dale

You wake in a strange man's arms.

The first thing you notice is your robe, which you're naked under. It's barely on you. Maybe you shifted in the night, or maybe the robe never quite followed you under the blankets. Your arms are covered and modest, and most of your back, but the rest of you seems to be naked, pressed up against him.

The next thing you notice is that he's awake. His eyes flick to your face for a moment; he's seen that you're awake. There's a hint of a smile.

The third thing you notice is his erection, pressing against your thigh.

Well.

"Um," you venture. "Hi?"

"Hi there," he says dryly. "I'm Dale. Trainer, three badges. Are you always this friendly?"

"...I'm not sure?" you admit. "I'm Hazel. Trainer, no badges. It's my second day."

"It was cold in my bedroll," you add defensively.

"I see," he nods. "And you found me how?"

"Sent a Pidgey to scout from the air," you explain.

"Aha," he says. His hand trails down your back and strokes up and down your thigh. If there were any doubts about whether you were going to wake up horny, they're dispelled; your whole body starts to stir at his touch. "And... do you know what happens when an attractive woman breaks into a higher-level trainer's tent at night?"

"Um?" you answer. "Am I about to find out?"

Dale smiles. "I don't normally challenge newbies," he says, "but in this case I think I have more than enough reason."

"I surrender," you smile back.

And then he's kissing you.

Dale kisses you, and you kiss back with enthusiasm. His hands explore your body; he strokes your back, rubs your breast, and squeezes your ass. He's a great kisser, and you're sensitive everywhere. You lean into his touch; you can't talk through the kiss, but you make appreciative sounds as he touches good places.

Kissing is great, but soon your body tells you it wants more. The angle isn't quite right to grind against his thigh, but you reach your own hand down inside his boxers and you stroke his shaft. He's not as large as Blue, but he's rock-hard, and you can tell he's going to be more than big enough.

You stroke his erection up and down, savoring the feel of his arousal, and he quickly gets the message. He rolls you over, under the blankets, so that he's on top, looking down into your eyes. "You're on birth control?" he asks. "Of course," you nod. You guide his erection to the right spot, and he presses down into you.

You're warm and comfortable, and your body is more than ready. You thrill as you take him in, and your breath comes hard and fast as he thrusts. He goes slowly, muffling your moans with kisses. Your arousal builds and builds, but he's never quite fast enough to set off an orgasm. It's glorious, but soon you find yourself needing a release. You break the kiss and whisper: "please?"

And then he's thrusting fast and hard, and your back arches, and your breath comes in **** gasps, and you cum hard, practically screaming in the throes of orgasm.

Dale pulls out of you, soft now -- he must have finished as well -- and moves back to your side. You share a happy laugh. "That was wonderful, Dale," you tell him.

"You weren't bad yourself," he says. "You can break into my tent any day, Hazel."