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Subject: Title story: "Discovering bobby - part 1" Author: Franz Schein 63081486
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Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2005 07:01:24 +0000
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From the first time I saw her sitting in that bar I knew that I had to have her.
Don't ask me why I homed in on her more than the other T-girls who were there,
putting out "cum-ons" to all the admirers that night. Maybe it was the shape of
her body, the softness of her skin, her pretty eyes or luscious long hair. Maybe
it was her alluring smile or the way she tilted her head, so proud of herself
yet with a certain hint of submissiveness about her. I am not sure what it was
but I knew that I just had to have her.
Subsequently, of course, I got to know that she was not proud at all, not in
that negative sense of the word as many girls are. No, she was quite a demure
lass and quite submissive too. At any rate, I did buy her a drink that night and
we did get to speaking and when we were very up close and personal, those eyes
boring into me, and that smile, those lips that I could just imagine her knowing
how to use on a man in every sense. Those lips of hers were made for serving men
and for loving them, yes, and later on she said so. Later on she said, "You
know, I just love to drive men crazy when I get them in bed with me, close to
me, their wonderfull maculine chests heaving passion for me. And I know how to
do it too. Don't you think I know how to do it, sweetie?" She asked that
question with lowered head so that her eyes came up from behind her drink in a
very puckering provocative way. She smiled and licked her lips, and she
whispered, "Thanks for the drink, darling", as she lifted her hand to stroke my
face. "You're sweet", she said and again smiled that smile that drove me crazy,
and ran her index finger down along my jaw, then around my ear lobe, then down
along the length of my throat, and let it linger there. I sat there at the bar
with her, my penis bulging and throbbing and trying to rip its way out of my
tight pants. She leaned in and lightly brushed her sweet red lips against mine,
holding on sweetly to the back of my neck, carressing there with that one
finger, and my mouth opened to take her tongue in, but she pulled back slightly
and smiled, and I got a hint, there and then, of how she loves to tease a man.
"Yes, Bobby", I thought to myself, "You just LOVE teasing men. I know it."
I placed my drink down on the bar and raised by hand yo cup her face and jaw,
and quickly lowered it to take her throat in my grasp, very lightly. The skin of
her neck is so unbelievably soft, just the way it looks, just the way I knew it
would be to a man's touch. It drove me crazy just carressing her soft warm
throat, and she didn't stop me.
"Oh, so you like a girl's neck, do you"? She laughed and threw back her head,
her hair moving slightly back and forth with the gesture. The black choker she
wore intensified the soft whiteness of her sweet throat and I thought that I
would go mad with desire. I could have loved that sweet throat all night long.
But soon she removed my hand and went back to fininshing her drink.
I knew that the place was going to close soon and I didn't want her to move away
from me and leave so I asked her to dance.
The juke box was playing something slow, Sinatra I think, and I was feeling very
warm all over as she took my hand and let me lead her to the dance floor. There
were not too many people dancing so we had a lot of room to move over the floor.
Bobby is a very good dancer. She knows how to move that incredible body, making
the most of that black lace clad sweet skin. She smiled up at me as we embraced
each other and began to dance. As my arms wound around her and I took her into
my embrace and held her tightly against me, I thought that every load of cum
that I ever had in my balls was going to squirt out. But I did control myself
and only the precum leaked onto my jeans, but because they were dark, it was
hard to tell that they were wet. But I am willing to bet that that little minx
in my arms knew it because she looked up at me in that knowing way and smiled a
certain smile that said "You are moving ...
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