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 As the evening wound to a close, during a natural pause in the conversations, she looked you over and ran a hand over your shoulder. “So, what do you do to keep in shape?” she asked. When you told her you box, her eyes lit up. “Really? I’ve always wanted to learn how to box! I even bought gloves.” Looking her over, you suggested that you could teach her a few moves. She grinned, catching your double entendre, and said she’d love that, but that you should know she is a very competitive girl. Wow, she wasn’t kidding! Today at your boxing date, she seemed to pick up on everything you taught her, and she did not hold back. What a spitfire! Of course, she was just learning, so it was no challenge to outmatch her, but you do admire her spirit. You are thinking of how cute she looked concentrating as she worked up a sweat on the bags, and how sexy she looked when the workout was over, and she suggested a move to your place for a cold drink. You must have looked shocked. “You do have cold drinks, don’t you?” she asked. You agreed that you did and thanked your luck again, just as you are doing right now, as you watch her roaming your living room with a glass of iced tea in one hand, perusing your possessions. Her workout suit is plainly showing that commando is her undergarment of choice, and you shift, glad you are wearing a very supportive (and restrictive) pair of shorts. You’ve been battling a raging hard-on all day. Setting her glass down and stretching, she turns to you. “You beat me fair and square I the ring today.” “Well, you put up a good fight,” you reply. “No, not really,” she chuckles. “But I’ll get better.” She pauses for a moment. “I think it’s only fair we try something that I have a shot at winning.” You have no idea what she is up to, but the twinkle in her eye is very appealing. “I’m game.” You fail to mention that at turning you on, she has already won hands down. She glances around as if looking for inspiration, but you get the impression she knew her moves before she set foot in your door today. “Well, one thing I am really good at is taking a shower.”  You nearly choke on your drink. Two thoughts run through your head, one focusing on the idea that she wants to shower – in YOUR apartment, and the other wondering how showering could possibly be a competitive sport. You open your mouth to reply, when she begins running her hands over her body.
As she undulates in front of you she explains, “A shower is a total experience you, know, from the undressing to the perfect water temperature, to a sensual shampoo and body rub, then a towel down. Since I spotted your amazing shoulders in the bar last night, I have wanted to shower with you. Sit back, and let me show you how it’s done.” Smiling bemusedly, you sit back, marveling at her set-up and her amazing body. Slowly and playfully, she peels her layers off, toying with you as she reveals her gorgeous body. Naked, she walks towards you and begins lifting your shirt over your head. “I saw you last night, and I knew you could give me pleasure, it was something in your eyes, the way you held yourself. I want that pleasure,” she purrs. She pulls you to your feet and slides your shorts down your legs, freeing your cock to spring forth from its prison. Taking your hand, she walks you to the bathroom, and begins running the water. Her perfect ass is swaying in front of you, and you stand, transfixed. You step forward and lightly run your fingers along her exposed pussy lips. You hear her gasp and feel her shiver as your fingers slide past her wet heat. Stepping back, you bring your fingers to your lips as she turns to you. Slipping your tongue out to taste them, you look into her eyes. They have a bright shine to them, and a smile plays at the corners of her mouth. She moves towards you, and reaches out as if to take a hand, but instead grabs you by your cock and pulls you gently forward. Guiding you into the steamy shower, then following right behind, she falls to her knees and nuzzles your cock. Your wrap your fingers in her hair as you grow even thicker. As she you into her soft, wet, hot mouth, you groan. Oh god, the girl could suck the paint off a wall. SEE MORE of Anastasia in the Archive Gallery |
You met her at the bar last evening. You couldn’t believe it when she walked up to you and asked if you’d like to buy her a drink. You know that you are far from a hideous troll, but this girl, well… As you look her over again standing in your living room, you have to admit she’s a ten, and she knows it.
She was wearing a mini skirt with a top that showed off all of her curves, especially those amazing breasts, and you tried hard not to stare. You agreed to buy her a drink and waved the bartender over.
Surprise number two: she orders a Shirley Temple.
Apparently she’s used to surprising men, since she turns with a sly expression and explains, “I don’t need a drink to have fun. I live my life with no excuses.”
Surprise number three: She may have a brain inside that gorgeous head. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve this sort of luck tonight, but you fervently hoped that you managed to keep doing it.
Witty banter turned to deep conversation and back as the night wore on. She never seemed quite ready to leave, and you certainly didn’t mind. Taking a cue from her, you were light on the beers, so you could hold up your end of the chatter.