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HAHA that's hilarious
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That picture is up on the noticeboard at my rugby club, with a little storyline alongside about lending the wife the car for a night out with the girl and hearing her come stumbling home drunk late at night. You go and check the car in the morning and are relieved to see it still in one piece. But... wait a minute...
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Kassiana
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I slipped out of the apartment. Twelve-thirty a.m. No one would see me.
Wrapped in black, I walked two blocks, trying to keep my paces measured and even. The abandoned car was still there, by the Catholic school.
I looked around. No one to the left, in the quiet of the night. No one in the school yard. No one moved in the houses behind me. I had it made.
I pulled the cape from my front. I was nekkid, deliberately nekkid, under it.
Hey, my friends at school said nekkid was when you were naked and you were up to something.
I slowly lowered myself onto the dusty car's hood, still as I could be. When I touched the cool metal, I bit my lip to keep from giggling. If only Dan could see me now...frigid and conventional, was I?
I fought down the giggle fit, though, and started the process of rising, when a hot weight came against my back and hands pressed against the car, trapping me against it. They were slender in the tight black gloves he wore. Who did I know with thin hands?
"What have we here?" A rich, deep, low voice came warm to my left ear. It was as if chocolate had been turned to sound.
I cleared my throat. "Nothing?" I tried.
He wasn't buying it. He chuckled and removed his hands, but kept his body pressed to mine. "Get up. Let me look at you."
I couldn't help it. I raised up, inch by inch, row by row...damn my weirdo mind and its odd connections anyhow. His warmth soaked through my silky cape, but my tits were unpleasantly chilly when I finally stood erect again. "You're going to have to move if you want to see," I whispered into the dark night.
Dark knight.
Damn it, if he was wearing a Batman costume, I was going to freak out.
He pulled away, leaving my back cold, wanting his heat. I looked down. I was a mess. My arms, my torso, even my legs were covered in car dust. Oh, well. "Act well your part, therein the honor lies," I murmured to myself and raised my arms above my head, then turned to face my nemesis.
"Bleah!" I looked like a Halloween monster. Why not act like one?
He wasn't wearing a Batman costume. Thank all the Gods for that. He was encased in black leather, from the boots halfway up his calf to the hat pulled down over his face. His frame was as slim as his hands, and if he wasn't stuffing, he was well-endowed too. I heard a stifled laugh from the shadows under the hat and pretended to pout. "Hey, big fella, you asked for it."
"I sure did," he purred in that low vibrato that made me wish I was clean and he was naked. "And now, I have it."
He wasn't going to do anything while I was dirty. I was sure of that, so I got bolder. "So what are you going to do with me?" I walked right up to him and flicked a dirty hand up his immaculate leather coat.
(to be continued...)
Wrapped in black, I walked two blocks, trying to keep my paces measured and even. The abandoned car was still there, by the Catholic school.
I looked around. No one to the left, in the quiet of the night. No one in the school yard. No one moved in the houses behind me. I had it made.
I pulled the cape from my front. I was nekkid, deliberately nekkid, under it.
Hey, my friends at school said nekkid was when you were naked and you were up to something.
I slowly lowered myself onto the dusty car's hood, still as I could be. When I touched the cool metal, I bit my lip to keep from giggling. If only Dan could see me now...frigid and conventional, was I?
I fought down the giggle fit, though, and started the process of rising, when a hot weight came against my back and hands pressed against the car, trapping me against it. They were slender in the tight black gloves he wore. Who did I know with thin hands?
"What have we here?" A rich, deep, low voice came warm to my left ear. It was as if chocolate had been turned to sound.
I cleared my throat. "Nothing?" I tried.
He wasn't buying it. He chuckled and removed his hands, but kept his body pressed to mine. "Get up. Let me look at you."
I couldn't help it. I raised up, inch by inch, row by row...damn my weirdo mind and its odd connections anyhow. His warmth soaked through my silky cape, but my tits were unpleasantly chilly when I finally stood erect again. "You're going to have to move if you want to see," I whispered into the dark night.
Dark knight.
Damn it, if he was wearing a Batman costume, I was going to freak out.
He pulled away, leaving my back cold, wanting his heat. I looked down. I was a mess. My arms, my torso, even my legs were covered in car dust. Oh, well. "Act well your part, therein the honor lies," I murmured to myself and raised my arms above my head, then turned to face my nemesis.
"Bleah!" I looked like a Halloween monster. Why not act like one?
He wasn't wearing a Batman costume. Thank all the Gods for that. He was encased in black leather, from the boots halfway up his calf to the hat pulled down over his face. His frame was as slim as his hands, and if he wasn't stuffing, he was well-endowed too. I heard a stifled laugh from the shadows under the hat and pretended to pout. "Hey, big fella, you asked for it."
"I sure did," he purred in that low vibrato that made me wish I was clean and he was naked. "And now, I have it."
He wasn't going to do anything while I was dirty. I was sure of that, so I got bolder. "So what are you going to do with me?" I walked right up to him and flicked a dirty hand up his immaculate leather coat.
(to be continued...)
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minsue said:I'd give anything to not have that damned logical person in the back of my mind whispering, "Wouldn't it at least be a bit smudged?"
I hate that guy. He ruins EVERYTHING!
Thank God I'm not the only one who has him. I smiled, then immediately thought "staged." Too much time spent watching TV forensics shows, alas.
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