Laurie Chandler - Hot pants typist

"One drink and then we'll see."

"No. Goodbye, Bill," said Arlene, beginning to walk down the street.

"Okay, one drink," he said, calling after her. She returned to him.

"Promise?"

"I promise," he said. "One drink. No more. No dinner. No dancing. No night clubbing. Nothing. One drink, and then you'll be out on your ass. How does that grab you?"

"Just fine," said Arlene. They seated themselves at a table near the back and Bill ordered two bloody Marys.

"It's just the thing to whet your appetite," said Bill. "Not that it matters what it does to your appetite. Someone else is going to have to worry about that today."

"Were you serious," he said. "But since you aren't interested, there's no point in my telling you that I usually stop at the Club Paree late at night, or sometimes go dancing at the Casino. Of course, since you're not interested in spending the evening with me, you wouldn't be interested in knowing that just about the cream of society dances at the Casino."

The waiter brought them their drinks. Arlene sipped hers slowly, listening to Bill tell her all about the various night spots in town. She was beginning to relax, and thought perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to spend just one evening with Bill. After all, perhaps she should stop dwelling on the past and start thinking about the future.

"Ready for your second one?" he asked, pointing to her nearly empty glass. He expected her to refuse and get her coat so she could leave.

"Yes," she said. "Boy, they are good!" Bill smiled. He had won. He knew that persistence paid off in the long run. Even in the short run.

"Sure, we'll both have another, and then it's off to Pierre's. I hear that at this time of year they have fantastic lamb. And we'll have wine. Do you like wine?"

"I love it," she said. They downed their drinks, and then Bill escorted Arlene to Pierre's. He had already made reservations for two, and they sat down to a delicious meal with wine.

"Boy, that was good," said Arlene, feeling sleepy. "I never ate so much in my life."

"Now is no time to fall asleep," said Bill. "We're going dancing."

Arlene and Bill went over to the Casino. Arlene was quite tired, and couldn't remain on her feet for long. "Ohhh, I'm so sleepy," she said. "It must have been the wine."

"Then let's go," he said. "We'll come back another time." He put her in his car and drove back to his place. She knew she wasn't being taken home, yet she didn't care. Even though she was exhausted, she had had a really wonderful time. Eddie never took her to places like those.

"A nightcap?" he asked, pouring another drink for her.

"Ohh, I couldn't drink another drop," she said. He held the glass out to her and she took it. "I'll just sip it slowly," she said.

Bill sat next to her. She was going to fall asleep. He didn't think he minded that. The thing he accomplished was having her go out with him. The next time he would see to it that she didn't drink so much.

She fell asleep and he carried her into his bedroom. He put her down on the bed and watched her sleeping quite peacefully.

He turned on the TV in the bedroom. He wasn't quite ready to get to sleep, and he sat next to the sleeping girl as he watched the set.

After about an hour, he flicked off the set and got ready for bed. He didn't want to disturb her. He would have offered to drive her home if she wanted to go, but she hadn't said anything to him about that.

She started to stir. She opened her eyes just as Bill was taking off his shirt. She watched him remove it, and sighed deeply when she saw how muscular he was.

He bent over and kissed her. "Feeling better?" he asked. She nodded. He kissed her again, and this time, Arlene reached up and started to rub her hands against the muscles on his chest.

Bill felt a tingling sensation course through his body, and he lay down on the bed next to her, his pants on, but his shirt off.

They began to kiss passionately. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, and she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his back.

He could feel her tits pressing into his chest, and he slowly began to unbutton her blouse. He wasn't quite sure how far he could go with her, as she hadn't even wanted to go out to dinner with him, but he wasn't going to be the one to say no.

Her nipples were slowly getting stiff and erect, and the more he touched them with his powerful chest, the harder they seemed to get.

Her body smelled beautiful to him. The perfume that she had put on in the morning still hadn't worn off, and he loved pressing his hose to her all over.

He slowly removed her blouse, and she dreamily looked up at him. She wasn't resisting at all, and when he had taken the blouse off entirely, he buried his face between her breasts, and started to lick both of the ripe melons.

Arlene looked up at Bill and felt that she wanted him desperately. He was so different from Eddie. He was quiet and polite and gentle. There was nothing rude or boorish about him, and she ached to feel him inside of her.

She had been so foolish to keep thinking of Eddie. It was over, she told herself, over. And Bill was so handsome, so charming. She really liked him. She was pleased just to be with him.

Arlene could feel his groin beginning to stir. Without being encouraged to do so, she put her hand between his legs, and felt his enormous piece of meat getting harder and stiffer.

Bill said nothing, but slipped his hand underneath her skirt and felt her panties. They were wet and, as he pulled off her skirt, he began to massage her tender cunt lips.

Her lubricants now started to flow wildly the instant she felt his finger up her cunt. She moved her legs back and forth, aching to feel more than a finger up her snatch. She wanted it desperately now. She wanted to be fucked, and she wanted it to be Bill's cock riding her cunt.

Bill felt her tender hand on his dick, and he began to give her nipples short little nips. He bit her gently, and she went wild as he sucked and licked her orbs.

"I want it!" she whispered to him. "Ohhh, please, I want it! Ohhh! Please do it, Bill! Ohhh!"

She started to rub his cock harder and harder. She was stroking it so fast as it remained still confined within his fly, that he had to stop her so that she wouldn't make him come.

He unzipped his fly. She eagerly awaited his cock and balls and when his zipper was completely down, she gasped when his prick sprang out of the opening.

"Ohhh!" she cried. "It's so big! Ohhhh! I want it! Ohhh, please. Please fuck me, Bill! I want it! I want your cock! Ohhh! Ohhhh!"

She was begging for it. She had to have it. She wanted him to do to her whatever he wanted. He could even fuck her up the ass if that would make him happy. She had to feel that cock and balls inside her body. She was going to go crazy without it.

"Fuck me!" she screamed as he pressed his meat against her sopping wet pussy hairs. "Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"

Her juices flowed wildly. She was oozing and leaking so much hot honey, that she thought she would dry out. Her cunt was ready for Bill's prick and balls now. She wanted it. She had to be fucked.

His dickhead was throbbing with the blood pumped from his heart. He was ready to plunge it between her leg, and he pressed the tip of his cock against her cunt lips.

He rubbed her thigh right below her pussy. Gradually, he worked his hand upwards so that his dick was pushing into her hole as he massaged her cunt lips. He guided his prick into her vagina, and was soon plunging deeper and deeper into her hot and wet cunt.

She was screaming loudly now. The pleasure was beautiful. It was making her cunt juices flow faster than they had ever flowed before, and she was twisting about and writhing on the bed.

Her juiced-up cunt squeezed tightly around Bill's enormously hard cock meat. He pushed it all the way into her hole, and then started to pump her faster and faster.