From Curves and Twists

Copyright 2024 RayGregory

 

My Feminine Ideal

What a babe! Just look at her. Toned killer bod, knockout knockers, and she was hitting on me as hard as I was on her. We couldn’t keep our eyes — or hands — off each other as we stood at the bar. I mean, what a match we were! No one else in the place, in the whole wide world, would do for either of us.

I spotted a couple pulling up stakes in a corner, a pair of love birds sitting side-by-side at a table. He’d just paid the check, she was touching up her lipstick. We grabbed their table as soon as they scooted. The place was packed, everyone busy chatting and hooking up. So what the hell, with her sitting right next to me, practically in my lap already, who would notice? I slid my hand under her skirt, then up her smooth inner thigh till my fingertips grazed her silk panties, her pink silk panties! They had to be pink. I could feel it, even smell their pinkness, as pink as the simmering prize awaiting me in them. I started tugging them down her hips. Figured I’d unzip myself next, then slide her onto my lap, then… I trembled just thinking about it.

She clenched my wrist, eased her lips to my ear. “Hold that thought, big boy. Let’s split this hole, go somewhere — cozy.”

“Great minds think alike, babe.” I didn’t even know her name yet. “My wheels are right out front.”

Her eyes twinkled as she slid her tongue over her pearly teeth, then wet her ripe red lips with its tip. “My van’s just down the block. It’s comfy too, room-for-anything comfy.”

Next thing I knew we were barging through the crowd, hustling out the door. We stumbled down the block, hands all over each other all the way. When we reached her van, she yanked its rear door open. “Hop in, big boy.”
I bowed and swept my hand with a flourish. “No, ladies first.” Like a real gentleman. I mean, why miss my chance to ogle her fine derriere wriggling into that van? Then I grinned and slapped her ass.

“Ooh, an alpha male!” She grinned back. But when she peered into the van, she shivered and hugged herself. “It’s dark in there. You go first, okay?”

So the brave and strong type was her turn-on. I expanded my chest. “Sure, babe, I’ll protect you from the boogeyman.”

Like the drunken fool I was, I climbed in. Wow! She was right about it being comfy. The floor was upholstered like a cushy mattress. I savored its plush softness with my palms and knees. Imagine what I’d soon be doing on it, doing with heron it, doing to her on it. But when I spun to tug her in with me, she reached for the door. “Make yourself comfy now.” And she slammed it shut!

“What the...” I groped for the handle, but there wasn’t one inside. No windows, either. I fumbled about in the darkness, but all I could feel was the padded floor and the cool, seamless metal of the walls, door, ceiling.

“Don’t be afraid.” Her voice sounded weirdly cold and professional now as it blared from speakers somewhere in the walls. “We’re still going to mate, but under controlled conditions....”