1. Plan C: Chapter 1


    Date: 1/5/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: 1feistykitten, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    body perfectly, showing every muscle and hugging in all the right places. Her eyes roaming his body, before shaking her head to clear it and looking away quickly. She blushed as she brought her eyes up to meet his. "I'm glad I was in the area. You might have been stuck out here for a while." When he spoke, his voice was deep and sexy. It made her think of liquid chocolate. She shivered involuntarily as she tried to concentrate on the simple English language. Did it seem hotter outside? Glancing at him she thought of unbuttoning a few buttons of her purple blouse to “cool off”, but then dismissed the idea. She pushed her glasses up her nose again and tried to concentrate on the yummy man who was here to rescue her. "Do you have a spare tire? I'd be happy to help you change it." He stopped talking and looked down at her hands, frowning when he saw her holding a mini can of aerosol hairspray in front of her as if ready to spray it like mace. "What do you need hairspray for?" It took her a few seconds to register that he was talking to her and expected a response. What was she supposed to say? She was so busy checking him out she wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. Following his gaze, she quickly hid the hairspray behind her back. "Uh, just in case it got windy," she responded lamely. Wow, this guy must think she was a weirdo. "I have a spare tire in the trunk. Um, I'll just go grab it.” Stepping cautiously around him, she tossed the hairspray in the open ...
    window of her car onto the front seat. She was careful not to touch him in case that intense attraction she was feeling could somehow manifest if physical contact was made. "Get a grip Becca!" she whispered to herself while opening her truck. "He's got to be like twice your age, girl!" "Did you say something?" she heard him ask and realized that he was staring intently at her. She swallowed hard and shook her head no, giving him a smile she hoped passed as reassuring instead of panicky. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grayson stared at the girl's rear as she walked towards her trunk, talking to herself. She was on the shorter side, barely to his shoulder, and wearing jeans that hugged every delicious curve. Adorable little glasses sat on her button of a nose that was accented by her hair being pulled into a low ponytail. Her eyes were warm chocolate brown and her skin tone was lightly tanned with scattered freckles, as if she spent a significant amount of time outside. Mentally he scolded himself for checking out a girl who was clearly younger than he was by at least fifteen years. She just needed his help. She was so cute, though, reminding him of a little kitten. So small but trying to put on a brave front and showing her claws. Grayson chuckled to himself as he thought about the can of hairspray. Yes, definitely a little kitten. A little kitten he would love to tame and play with, he thought. 'Whoa, Gray, old buddy, stop that thought right there! She is a young girl who needs your help, not a new ...
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