Weather Girl

With your client gone, you head to the kitchen. Now normally you start cooking something up for her return, but why do that anymore right? You feel like a God, and if you ever see Harry again, well, you know nothing about a ring.

You pick up a picture of Hazel, you and her have been seeing each other around 2 years now, things are mundane and predictable these days. That's all about to change, right?

Hazel, was an average looking girl, average everything, 36c breasts, slightly curvy the best part of her was her eyes. They were so sexy. Her hair was brown and she stood about 5ft 8ins.

Hazel is back in less than hour, your mind races, surely the possibilities are endless!

Ok, ok...

Does this magic work when not in contact?

Ummm... I BET, Hazel will call me now, and request the we eat out tonight.

Nothing....

Your phone didn't ring, you head back upstairs to check your cell phone, 1 missed call! Hazel.. Oh shit! This is real.

At that moment the phone rings downstairs, you run to the phone, its Hazel.

What tonight?

Where?

Sure, what's the occasion?

Yeah, that is, spontaneous!

Hazel wants dinner for two at Bella Romello, downtown.

You grab a beer from the fridge and watch the news, with a smug expression.

Nothing interesting occurring, until the weather report comes on. Oh boy is she a babe...

She's Latino, in a hugging fitted red dress, I'm sure you can see her nipples through the cloth. Her name appears at the bottom of the screen... Francesca Fioricet.

Your cock hardens, watching her in heels twisting and teasing with those hot expressions.

I BET she calls me later, you laugh to yourself stroking your member.

The anchorman talks to Francesca about the dance competition on TV, and who is her favourite act.

I BET she starts dancing uncontrollably on TV in a sexy way.. Your heart is racing at the thought of it... and wow!

She turns around and starts twerking her ass, the cameras cut, and it goes to a commercial.

Hahaha.. That was hot.

You down your beer, as you hear Hazel pull into the driveway.

Let's play ......