She slowly walked across the paved floor, hoping she would get a good fucking tonight. Who the fuck cares about being a well brought up girl she thought. I need to be loved, by a man, a wonderful man. She stopped and stared when she saw him standing there, he was perfect, so manly, so grown up. He was exactly what she wanted, flesh and blood, she wanted it all. He had something about him that made her feel weak at the knees, something sensual.
She couldn’t help but stare at his hands as he held his beer, eventually having a swig of it every now and then. She just wanted to yell out ‘I want you, right here, right now, on the floor’. She didn’t care about her innocence, she didn’t care about anything, in that moment, he was all that mattered. Who wouldn’t want to be with this god type looking man?
His beard made her tingle and the way his sweaty smell made it’s way across the room to her made her giggle as she silently wished she could get closer to that smell. Would he come over and run his hands over her body, eventually getting to her panties and pulling them down. Oh how she longed for that, how she longed for his touch, to feel his breath against her face. She wanted his mouth on her neck, on her breasts, all over her body. It was a feeling of need, a feeling of longing, a feeling on pure lust. She approached him, knowing that she wanted to fuck him, hoping that he would want that too and if she was in luck, might want more. She rested her eyes upon his face as he stood there; looking over to her, clearly noticing her and making her heart melt with pure lust. He looked at her again, his lips curving into a smile and his eyes searching hers. She longed for his touch and he longed for hers, that was clear now and she wanted nothing more than to go and hug him, to feel her body against his and to kiss him with all her eagerness. He came and stood next to her and she smelt the smell of him, the smell of his dirty hair and manly sweat. She felt his hand and his fingers entwine with hers and looked over to him, staring into his face. As they stood there, leaning against the bench secretly holding hands, he kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth and pressing his lips softly against hers. She felt his hand move up her top and caress her breast, rubbing and pinching her nipples. He moved his hand up her skirt, moving it up her thigh and to her panties. She felt her body quiver and slightly gasped as he put his fingers in her. They went over to his bedroom, closing the door behind them. She undid the buttons on her top, exposing her bra to him and pulling the top over her head.