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Sammi pulled the parking brake and opened the car door as her phone rang.

'Hey,' she said, as she reached the back her her car, opening the trunk.

'Sams,' the voice on the other end said. 'Can I ask you a question?'

'Sure.' Kacey, her best friend and housemate was obviously holding back a laugh as she spoke. 'What happened to the toilet seat?'

Sammi groaned and shook her head as she struggled with her suitcase - it wasn't that it was particularly heavy, but being only 5'3" with a slim, small frame, most things were heavy. She balanced the case on the back of her car, trying to tuck her cell phone under her neck to free up her other hand. Just as she had her iPhone balanced the case slipped back into the trunk, pulling her forward and she bumped her head on the trunk. 'Shit,' she moaned, rubbing her forehead.

'What are you doing?'

'I'm trying to get my suitcase out of the trunk, its heavy and I just banged my head.'

'Suitcase? Oh, right, you're going on that work retreat with your hot boss this weekend.'

Sammi shook her head. 'I'm not going with him, he's just going to be there. And he's not that hot.'

'Really?' her roommate said accusingly.

'No, he's hot.' Sammi conceded. So hot, she thought. David Hinch was super hot - all the women at the company thought it, and it was a big company. He was tall, slim with broad shoulders and a smile that, in the words of Kacey, could make panties drop.

'So, are you gonna do him?'

'What? No! He's my boss, no, actually, he's my boss's boss. And I doubt he could even pick me out of a line-up.'

Kacey laughed at her friend's reaction. In all the years they'd been friends Sammi, despite being eye-wateringly pretty, had always been shy and, awkward - especially around men.

Readjusting her phone, Sammi grabbed the handle of her suitcase. pulling up and back onto the edge of the trunk, balancing it while she prepared to lift it down.

'So,' Kacey said, 'getting back to the toilet seat.'

Sammi sighed. 'Yeah, that was me.'

'What happened? It's on backwards. I had to stand there looking at it, trying to decided what was wrong with the picture.'

'I must have broken it,' Sammi said, resigning herself to the fact that she was known to be clumsy so it must have been her fault.

Kacey snorted. 'I doubt that. I don't think your tight little butt cheeks could crack an egg, much less break a toilet seat.'

'Look, all I know is that when I went to the bathroom before I left this morning I sat down, and one minute I was on the seat and the next I'm on the floor and the seat was with me.'

'Oh, so that was what that noise was. I thought it was something out in the street.' Then Kacey let out a laugh, picturing her friend's accident. ' So you fell right off?'

'Uh-huh,' Sammi said sadly. 'One minute I was fine, the next I'm on on the tiles with my panties around my ankles.'

Her admission elicited another burst of laughter from her friend. 'You had your panties down? That's hilarious! Urgh, you didn't pee on yourself, did you?' she asked, laughing but still eyeing the bathroom floor for suspicious puddles.

'No, I didn't pee on myself!'

Kacey laughed again. 'I hope you were at least wearing nice panties.'

'I'm going to work, so they're white cotton ones.' she said, starting to see the funny side of the story.

Ordinarily she would have laughed about it from the start, but the anxiety she was feeling about the upcoming weekend was dampening her sense of humour. It wasn't that she didn't want to go on the retreat, she was happy to have been asked, and felt that the inclusion meant that she was being acknowledged for the work she had done in the year that she had worked at the company.

Kacey nodded on the other end of the call, smiling. They had been friends for years and even though she was super cute and sexy, Sammi could never really see it in herself, and where Kacey would wear thongs and push-up bras every day, Sammi was a little more conservative in her underwear choices, preferring soft cotton panties. She did own thongs, but these were generally saved for nights out when regular underwear would have left a visible line.

'Okay, I need to go,' Sammi said, still balancing her case, aware that her co-workers were most likely inside waiting to leave, and she didn't want to be struggling through the door with her case while everyone watched her.

'Okay, hun. Have a fun weekend and if you screw your hot boss I want all the messy details.'

'Shut up. Bye.' She ended the call, smiling at her friend's teasing. Dropping her phone into her suit jacket pocket, she braced herself to try lifting her case again.

'Can I help with that.' The voice from behind her made her jump. Turning around she saw David Hinch standing behind her. Her face instantly flushed, an involuntary reaction she always experienced when she was in close proximity to her boss's hot boss.

'It's okay, I've got it,' she replied, flustered, turning back to her case as it started to fall back into the trunk, taking her with it. In a flash he had reached out and grabbed the handle, brushing Sammi's hand as he did so.

'I can see you do,' he replied, gently, 'but I'd feel bad if I just stood here and watched you struggle.'

'Thank you,' she said, taking a step, pulling her hand away, breaking their touch, worried in case he thought she'd done it on purpose - even though he'd reached for the case himself - shut up, Sammi.

'You're welcome. I don't want you to bang your head again. I would have helped sooner, but I didn't want to interrupt your phone call.'

Sammi's eyes widened - if he'd seen her bump her head had he heard the toilet seat conversation, when she told Kacey how she'd been on the floor with panties around her ankles? Well, she thought, I didn't like working here anyway - except that she did. Trying to convince herself that David hadn't heard the panty story, she watched as he lifted the case easily from the trunk.

He looked surprised. 'I thought this was going to be heavier.'

'Yeah, I'm not very strong,' she said, smiling sadly.

David looked at her and smiled, she looked around at the building, unable to make eye contact with him, worried that if she looked at his smile her panties might actually fall off.

'Shall we go?' he said, sensing her awkwardness around him.

Sammi nodded, turning towards the main entrance, but David stopped her. 'No, I'm parked over here.'

She stopped and look over towards the long Jaguar that stood, shining, at the curb.

'I think the others have already left,' he said, walking towards his car. 'One of the employees couldn't make it so we're a driver down. I said that I was happy to take my car and anyone who needed a ride. I guess you drew the short straw.'

He reached into his pocket and the trunk opened automatically. Sammi's heart pounded - she was supposed to spend two hours in a car with a guy who made her relatively inexperienced coochie wetter than an otter's pocket?

Dropping her case into the trunk of his car, David slipped off his suit jacket and laid it over her case, revealing a light blue, open neck shirt, his wiry torso evident underneath.

Great, she thought, now my case is going to smell like him all weekend, which wasn't a bad thing, except his subtle scent was making her hornier by the second.

The mid morning sun beat down on them, and as he went to close the trunk Sammi slipped off her jacket too, not wanting to get too hot in the car. David stopped, allowing her to put put her jacket in. She started to fold it neatly so as not to put it on top of his, assuming that it cost the best part of a couple thousand dollars.

'It's fine,' David said, 'just drop it on mine.'

She smiled, laying her jacket on his, knowing that if Kacey were there she'd have said something about his looking better on Sammi's bedroom floor. She blushed at the thought and thanked him before hurrying to the passenger door, straightening her skirt, worried now about the length - was just above the knee too short for being out with your boss's boss?

Out on the highway the expensive engine was barely audible inside the car. 'it's warm today.' Sammi said, looking out at the bright blue sky.

'Would you like the AC on?' David asked. 'I'm from Georgia, so I don't tend to feel the heat up here.'

Sammi nodded, glad of the chance to cool down, although she wasn't sure if air conditioning helped with feeling hot about your boss. David reached over and pressed the AC button. The blast of air that hit Sammi full fontal was warm but with seconds the temperature dropped, turning ice cold, shocking her, turning her nipples hard almost instantly. She looked down hoping that her bra and blouse were enough to hide them, but to her dismay two noticeable bumps had appeared.

'Better?' David asked, apparently unaware of her new situation. When Sammi didn't answer right away he looked over, seeing her trying to cross her arms. 'Oh! Sorry.' he said, quickly lowering the blast of cold air. 'I wasn't expecting the vents to be on that side.'

'That's alright,' Sammi replied, trying not to look like she was covering her breasts. 'I expect your wife had them on in this hot weather we've been having.'

Looking out the at the road ahead David said simply. 'Nope, no wife.' Then as an afterthought, 'or girlfriend.'

'Oh, I'm sorry,' Sammi said, hoping that he wouldn't be offended or think she was prying.

'No reason to be sorry. Just hasn't happened yet. How about you? Married?'

'No, no husband,' she said, mirroring his reply. 'Or boyfriend.'

'Really? That surprises me.'

'Oh,' Sammi replied, not sure what to say. Was he hitting on her? Did he think she was some kind of weirdo? And had he seen her nipples poking through her top?

'So, who was on the phone earlier?' he asked.

'Huh?' For a moment she couldn't think what he meant, then she remembered her call with Kacey. 'Oh, that was my housemate. Well, shes my best friend, but we live together. Her name is Kacey. She's nice.' Shut up Sammi!

David smiled. 'Oh, I just assumed it would be your boyfriend.'

Why would he think that? Had he heard the conversation about her underwear? No, surely not.

As the miles went by she relaxed a little, her nipples less visible now and she managed to chat, finding talking about work the least stressful conversation. Plus it showed her boss that she was serious about her job.

As they pulled off the road onto a long gravel driveway Sammi wondered just how expensive their hotel was. Just looking around at the grounds told her that she could never afford a night there.

'We'll leave our luggage in the car for now,' David said as they got out in front of the huge stately looking building. He stretched, his shirt pulling over his toned arms and shoulders. 'This place has valet service so they'll take our bags to our rooms when we check in.'

They walked through the front door into an opulent reception area, and Sammi looked around at the chandeliers and huge couches. The people who strolled about the place looking like they had more money they knew what to do with.

'I'll get us checked in,' David said, walking toward the desk, leaving her to wonder what the hell she was doing in a place like this. She watched as David spoke to the lady on reception, then, turning, he waved to her, smiling and beckoning her over. She hot footed it across the marble floor to where David stood, looking cool and relaxed.

'We have a problem,' he said as she arrived next to him. 'Or rather the hotel as a problem.' He looked at the receptionist, allowing her to explain.

'I'm very sorry, madam,' the receptionist began, the use of the word almost causing Sammi to look around to see who the hell she was talking to. Then she realised she was addressing her and she tried to look professional, like people referred to her as madam all the time.

'Unfortunately, about an hour before you arrived the bathroom in your room had a leak which has rendered it unusable until we can get a plumber and cleaning team in.'

Sammi looked at her and nodded. She didn't mind which room she was in - why hadn't they just given her another room? And then it dawned on her.

'And I'm afraid we are fully booked what with your company's conference here.'

David looked at Sammi, shrugged and smiled. 'Sorry,' he said, which she found endearing given that none of this was his fault.

Sammi looked at them both - was David going to have to drive her home? Were they going to get her a cab?

'We do have a solution, though,' the receptionist continued, looking at David and back to Sammi.

David looked at Sammi. 'I've asked them to put the suggestion to you so you don't feel obliged to take it.'

'Mr. Hinch has one of our cottages in the grounds for the weekend, so our option, if you're happy, is for you to share with him.'

David looked at her. 'Honestly, Sammi, if you're not okay with this then please say and I'll happily -,' he paused realising that there was not really any other option, 'I'll sleep in the flooded room,' his said finally.

What Sammi wanted to say was - are you freakin' kidding me? You want me to spend a long weekend sleeping in the same cottage as my hot boss? And given what a doof I can be when I get nervous this is NOT going to get well. And he's hot! Have you seen how hot he is? LOOK AT HIM!

What she actually said was, 'Oh, that's fine with me. That's if you're okay with it Mr. Hin -, Davi -, Mr David.' Mr. David? What was that! Kill me now!

David smiled, making no reference to her verbal train wreck. 'Then I think we have a solution.'

The receptionist looked relieved. 'And madam, we would like to offer you a free night here as an apology  for the inconvenience.'

'Oh, that's okay,' Sammi stuttered, 'my company is paying for the room, so it's really their free night. I don't mean it's MY company, I don't own it. I just work there - well, not JUST, I LIKE working there - but the point is it's David's Hinch's company.' She looked up at him. 'Isn't it?'

David smiled. 'It is, well, me and my family. But this was your room so it's your complimentary night. You could bring your housemate and hopefully the toilet seat won't be broken.'

Sammi looked up at him, embarrassed - had she heard him right? Had he heard her conversation with Kacey? Did this mean that he knew what kind of panties she was wearing? She metaphorically face-palmed herself. But no, surely she heard him wrong, he must have been talking about the toilet in the hotel. Of course. That had to be it - right?

'Okay,' the receptionist said, looking a little lost for a moment. 'Peter here will show you to your cottage and if you leave me your car keys, sir, I will have your bags brought to you shortly.'

Thanking her, David turned to follow the porter. Sammi followed, wondering how she could say so many things wrong in such a short space of time in front of her boss - her hot boss - her boss's hot boss.

'This is a cottage?' Sammi said, walking through the large rose lined front door and into an antique looking reception room that she thought Shakespeare and Ann Hathaway would have felt at home in - except that it was plush, opulent and huge, like if Shakespeare had been a rapper.

'The master bedroom is down the hall to the right,' Peter said, pointing down a long corridor lined with antique looking paintings.

David turned to Sammi. 'That's yours if you want it.'

She looked shocked, raising her hands. 'Oh no,' she said. 'That's all you. I'm happy with whichever 'hovel' is left.'

David laughed, nodding. 'Thank you.'

Peter turned to Sammi, smiling kindly. 'And so I'm afraid you're left with this dungeon,' he said, leading her to a doorway to their left. When he opened it Sammi saw the largest, highest four poster bed she had ever seen. The floors were stripped wood, the furniture was antique looking but polished to within an inch of it's life, and at the end of the room, through a half open door she could see what looked like the most luxurious bathroom she had ever seen.

'I bet that has a rain forest shower,' David said, conspiratorially, leaning close to Sammi's ear. She jumped at his voice closer, her heart pounding again at his scent and velvety voice.

'It does,' Peter said knowingly. 'In a wet room.'

'Sammi,' David called from down the hallway. She had just finished unpacking and was laying on the huge bed. She scrambled off the bed, having to drop a couple of inches to the floor given it's height and her lack of it.

David was standing at the back door of the cottage, holding a beer, looking out over a rolling field which lead down to a lake that was surrounded by trees. The sun, starting to dip towards the hills in the background reflecting in the still water.

'Wow,' Sammi breathed, standing next to him. 'Beautiful.'

'Yes,' he said, looking down at her, before looking back at the sunset. 'Everyone is meeting in the restaurant in five minutes he said. So we will be fashionably late.' He handed her a second beer that had been in his other hand. 'You like beer?'

Sammi took the bottle gratefully. 'I do,' she said, taking a sip. 'If I was at home this is what my housemate and I would be doing right now.'

'Cool,' David said, smiling. 'So I can be in your gang?'

Sammi giggled, holding up her bottle as he chinked his against it.

'I'm bored.' Sammi jumped at the voice beside her. She was standing at the bar, waiting for the bartender to get her drink and hadn't heard David walk up beside her. Her work suit was gone, replaced by a deep blue cocktail dress which clung to her petite body, coming to just above her knees. While the front gave no sign of cleavage but did accentuate her pert breasts, the back plunged to the small of her back.

He nodded to the bartender, holding up his empty beer bottle.

'You can leave, can't you?'

He sighed. 'You would think, being the boss and all. But people expect you to stay and mix with them. Otherwise they just think your mean and moody.'

'Oh, you don't seem like either of those things,' Sammi said, still not able to look at him, still worrying about her underwear suddenly becoming the victim of gravity if she caught a glimpse of his smile. She stifled a yawn.

'Tired?' he asked, picking up his fresh drink.

'A little. It's been a long day and I didn't sleep too well last night.'

'How come?'

She shrugged. 'A bit worried about this weekend, I guess.'

'What were you worried about?'

'Well,' she started, finding that the beer at the cottage and the three others at the restaurant were relaxing her somewhat. 'I don't know if you noticed, but I can be kinda kookie, and a little clumsy, and I say stupid things, especially when I'm nervous.'

David smiled, nodding to one of her co-workers as they walked past. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'

She rolled her eyes and smiled. 'Right.'

He laughed. 'Seriously, you don't seem to me like the kind of girl who would, oh I don't know, say, fall off a toilet.'

Her head snapped around to finally look at him - oh, that smile really was a panty dropper. 'I knew it!' she whispered. 'I was worried that you had overheard, but I'd convinced myself that you hadn't been standing there long enough.'

He held up his hands. 'I wasn't eavesdropping, I promise. I saw you arrive, I knew you were riding up with me and I walked over to help you with your case. But you were so engrossed in your conversation and, apparently, injuring yourself with your luggage, and on your trunk, that I didn't want to interrupt.'

Sammi sighed. 'So you know just how clumsy I am then.'

'And what underwear you had on.'

She looked at him again, trying to glare but her face cracking into a smile. 'I hate being me.'

'Really? Because I think you're pretty great.'

She raised an eyebrow at him. 'Okay, no more for you,' she said, turning to the bartender. 'Can you cut him off, please.'

Looking over at them the bartender nodded in mock seriousness. 'Got it, no more for the boss.'

'How did he know I'm your boss? Your boss's boss.'

She eye him suspiciously. 'I told him. He asked who everyone was and I pointed you out.'

David nodded and she stifled another yawn. 'Y'know,' he said. 'You really can go if you're tired.'

She looked around the room. She never really felt comfortable at these things and the thought of climbing into that huge soft bed was making her wistful. Plus, being around David and his amazing smile and delicious scent all day had made her crazy horny, and the opportunity to have the cottage to herself for an hour so she could release some of that tension without worrying that he would hear her brought fresh warmth around her hips.

'Would you mind?' she asked, trying not to look at him in case her panties burst into flame.

'Go for it,' he smiled. 'I'll see you in the morning, we can walk over to breakfast together.'

Stepping through the front door to the cottage, Sammi slipped off her heels, the relief and the cool tiles beneath her feet making her moan in pleasure. She leaned back against the door, looking around at the luxury of her home for the next two days. Suddenly, the thought of being alone in such an expensive place made a smile crease the corners of her pretty mouth. I have this whole place to myself. I can do anything - as long as I'm done before David gets back. David! Stop thinking about his smile. And his face. And his body.

She looked around again, and then she reached behind her back and slowly unzipped her dress, holding it up against her breasts for a moment, before letting it fall to the floor, pooling at her feet. She stood there, barefoot on the cool floor in her best black lace bra and matching thong. To her right was a full length mirror, and as she moved she jumped at her own reflection before stopping and turning to look at herself.

She wasn't conceited by any means, but her regular workouts and yoga had left her stomach flat, her arms and legs trim and, turning to the side, her butt pert and firm. She felt her nipples begin to rise.

There's no one here she thought again, and reaching her arms around she unclipped her bra, letting it slip down her arms, revealing her firm breasts. She placed her right hand over her left breast, always happy to note that it was just a little bigger. Of course, if it was David's hand then it would be a different story. She shook her head again, pushing his image away, right before it popped back in again. She cocked her head to one side and, slipping her fingers into the narrow waist band of her panties, she slid them down over her thighs, letting them fall to the floor, stepping out of them.

She looked at herself in the mirror, at times complimenting at others criticising. She let her fingers trail down over her stomach to her vagina, soft, waxed and, as she slipped lower, warm and damp. She let her middle finger slip between her lips, feeling the wetness increase as she went deeper. Her eyes closed, her free hand cupping her breast before the fingers squeezed her nipple. She shuddered, drawing her finger, now slick with her dampness, out from her hot cleft and up, freeing her clitoris. She began to draw circles on the firm bud, watching her reflection. She dipped her finger back inside to coat it again, pulling it back out to tease resume her teasing.

And then she could feel it, it was getting closer with every second. She watched herself as her stomach tightened, her legs stiffened, her fingers pinching her nipple. Her mouth fell open and a moan escaped as she came. Her hand became a blur and she stroked herself through her orgasm, alternating between rubbing her clit and plunging her finger into her hot opening.

She didn't take her eyes off her reflection until the pleasure started to dissipate and then her head dropped forward, her breathing ragged. Leaning back against the door she felt her finger wet against her stomach as she tried to regain her breath. Her eyes fluttered and she looked around as if waking from a nap and she smiled - welt, never done that before.

She looked at the clock, sure that David would be walking through the door at any moment. In a normal-girl fantasy he would walk in on her naked, lift her in his arms and take her to bed where he would continue what she had started until the sun rose. But this was her, and she knew that if David did choose that moment to walk through the door, it would take her out with a blow to the head and she would wake up in the ER in a paper gown with him standing over her holding her dress, bra and panties.

Straightening up she grabbed her things and hurried into her room closing the door.

Once inside she had dropped her dress and underwear at the foot of her huge bed and walked into the wet room. Standing under the giant shower head, she lett the huge droplets fall all over her hot, tired body. Then she had quickly slipped into a pair of white cotton panties and a tank top.

She'd smiled as she snapped the waist band of the panties as she'd pulled them up, before putting her wavy blonde hair back in a loose, messy ponytail. Grabbing her book and reading glasses from her suitcase she slipped under the crisp sheets.

She had just reached the bottom of her second page when Sammi realised that she hadn't brought a glass of water to bed with her. She slipped out of bed, hoping to find a glass in the bathroom, but there was none. Walking towards her bedroom door, she was about to open it when she heard David enter through the front door, talking quietly on his cell phone. She froze, looking down at herself. The was no way she could walk out there in panties and tank while he was there. He'd already had one glimpse of her nipples today in the car, she wasn't about to give him another down the front of her tank top, because she knew that he was tall enough and she was short enough for him to be able to see right down there.

She stepped back from the door, sitting on the edge of the bed. She would just have to wait until he'd gone into his room, and then she would run into  the kitchen, fill a glass and be back before she could do anything else to embarrass herself. She crossed her legs and drummed her fingers on her thigh, wondering how she would know if he was in his room or in the living room or kitchen.

After five minutes, she decided that David must surely have gone into his room - unless he was masturbating in front of the mirror in the hallway - oh no, wait, that was her. She giggled, blaming the liquor for her uncharacteristic behaviour.

Stepping off the bed she opened the door a crack, looking along the hallway to where David's room was. Silence. Easing the door open, she took first one then another step out into the reception area towards the living room, which lead to the kitchen. Suddenly there was a noise, like a chair being scrapped across the floor. She darted back into her room, her unsupported breasts bouncing beneath her tank top.

Standing with her back to the door she took a deep breath, listening - silence. Surely he must have gone to bed this time.

She opened the door an inch, about to step out when David stepped out of the living room across the hall. He looked just as handsome as he had that morning, only now his shirt had two more buttons open and it was untucked. She pulled back from the door but didn't close it in case the sound alerted him. She watched as he walked in the direction of his room, him  engrossed in his phone, her on his hard buttocks.

As his door closed, Sammi opened hers, slipping through like a ninja, only a ninja in white panties, a tank top - and no bra. Listening for sounds from David's room, she stepped across the hall and into the living room, flicking on the light - the last thing she needed was to stumble into some piece of furniture and for David to come rushing out to see what the noise was.

She had almost made it to the kitchen when she stumbled into a piece of furniture, causing a noise that in the daytime would have most likely gone unnoticed, but in the hot still night it sounded like a demolition crew had started work.

Sammi froze and closed her eyes, hoping that if she stool still enough that David wouldn't appear. Not hearing any movement from his end of the cottage she started to move into the kitchen, taking a glass from the cupboard and filling it from the iced water dispenser on the refrigerator.

She was just walking back past the table she had walked into when David appeared in the doorway, still in his suit pants but now his shirt open, showing just a glimpse of his hard body. Sammi jumped, a stream of water lifting from her glass in slow motion, splashing down onto her tank top covered breasts. The sudden shock of cold on her warm skin made her yelp.

David froze, his eyes following the column of water as it left the glass and arched gracefully onto Sammi's cotton tank top, and, before he could look away he saw the material go from opaque to almost see through. Once again her nipples became stiff with the sudden drop in temperature.

Sammi stood there in the middle of the room, ice cold water dripping from her top onto her bare feet. David looked down, trying to avoid her eyes and her now visible breasts.

'You have really pretty feet,' he said, as if he were complimenting a new car she'd bought.

Sammi just stared at him, not knowing what to do. If she walked past him, her breasts would be even more obvious than they already were, and if she stood there - well the same thing would apply.

Seeing her turmoil, David stepped forward, taking off his shirt.

Really? Don't take off your shirt!

He smiled.

And don't smile! I'm barely wearing this soaking wet tank top as it is, if my panties fall off then I might as well be naked!

He stepped closer to her and she felt her heart pound in her chest. Taking her glass, he set it on the table and placed his shirt around her shoulders, pulling it closed over her front.

She tried to say 'thank you' but it came out as a small, broken whisper. David smiled and that is when her panties finally fell off -.

Actually, they didn't, but they might as well have. As their eyes locked David stepped closer, leaning forward. Sammi, her head spinning, her arms fallen at her side, watched him, and then her head tilted back and he kissed her.

At first she could just feel his lips on hers, but then, as her mouth opened a little, she felt his tongue run over her lips and she allowed it into her mouth, feeling its warmth against hers. And then she was putting her arms around his neck and his were around her waist pulling her to him. As there bodies met she could feel his hardness against her hip through his pants. She lifted up onto her tip toes, holding his head, their mouths still pressed together.

His hands left her waist, but before she could protest, they were lifting her tank top, pulling the cold, wet material away from her breasts, lifting it over her head. For a second her ponytail caught but then fell back between her shoulders and she was holding him, kissing him, her breasts exposed, her nipples no longer hard from the cold but with arousal.

Taking a step closer, David started to lower her to the floor, the deep carpet soft on her bare back. He knelt over her, looking down at her face, her body and then, smiling at her he reached for her panties, pulling them down her hips and thighs, dropping them onto the floor.

She grabbed his arm, pulling him down to kiss her again, placing her trembling legs around the backs of his, holding him, pulling him. His head dropped, taking her nipples into his mouth and she moaned, her head pressing into the carpet, and for a moment she thought she would orgasm right there.

Feeling him lift away from her breasts, she opened her eyes. He was kneeling between her splayed legs, taking in every inch of her. She looked back at him, a smile starting across her mouth, and just as she started to wonder what was next, he was undoing his belt, pulling his pants and shorts down.

His erection sprang up, long, the head swollen and glistening with excitement. She took a breath, sizing up his length, larger than she'd experienced in her not very extensive love life. He leaned over her, his hands at her shoulders and she ran her fingers down his sides until they slipped around to the front, one hand taking his penis, the other, the globes that hung behind. He groaned at her touch, whispering her name. She smiled, her hand gliding the length of his shaft to the tip, smearing the clear liquid around, coating it. She rubbed her palm over the head and his body jerked.

Then he was lowering himself, kissing her breasts and moving up to her mouth, moving so that he was over her. She pulled him closer, directing is hardness to her soft liquid opening, easing him between her lips until her cleft engulfed his head. She cursed softly as she felt him enter her and she held him there, allowing herself to stretch around him. He watched her face and she nodded gently, smiling. And then he was pushing into her, his length filling her, releasing another whispered curse.

His speed increased and she wrapped herself around him, her arms pulling him close for soft kisses, while her legs held his waist, giving her the leverage she needed to grind against him. With every stroke into her she felt him hit that place which she knew would tip her over the edge.

The sensation was beginning deep inside her before she felt him quicken his pace. He looked at her face, gauging how much longer she needed and he knew she was close. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking, nipping making her cry out and then she was cumming, her body shaking as her orgasm tore through her. She held him tighter, her legs pulling him deeper, and as she bit his shoulder he shuddered, flooding his thick fluid into her. Once more her small frame shook as another spasm took her and she dug her fingers into his back, feeling him throb inside her before his mouth dropped to hers and they lay there, grasping kisses between breaths, his shaft, now softening, still buried deep inside her as her fingers played gently up and down his back.