Rendevous

You sit on your couch, impatiently watching the second hand tick away on the clock on the wall. It's still several hours before you are supposed to pick her up for your third date.

You can't keep her out of your mind. From the moment you first saw her at a party earlier in the summer, she has been haunting your thoughts and dreams. You think back to that first time you saw her like it was something out of a movie. The crowd parted and she was laughing, talking to someone. Her summer dress clung tightly to her body, accentuating incredible curves.

You had spent all evening trying to meet her. None of your closest acquaintances had known her either. After an evening of agony of trying to get introduced, you suddenly found yourself standing next to her as you poured a drink. You offered her one and struck up a conversation.

The two of you had been to the movies a week later. Then she disappeared for a month, leaving you fretting over what you had done or said wrong. And just as suddenly as she had vanished, she called you up and wanted you to take her out dancing.

You had danced the night away a week earlier and when you took her home she had thrown her arms around you and kissed you deeply and passionately. You had wrapped your arms around her, squeezing her body against yours.

The thought of her large breasts pressing against you is having an effect. Your dick is stiffening, pressing tightly against your pants. Your mind is going wild with the thoughts of what you want to do to her.