1. A New World Part 2


    Date: 3/26/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: BadDog9, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    music, especially such old bands, and I can’t say I’d ever even thought much about gargoyles, but as I looked at the angry face of the big one with the smoke slowly drifting from its nostrils, something about it appealed to me. I decided I would call him Fred. “Nice place you got here Fred,” I said quietly to my new stone friend. He didn’t answer. I inhaled the exotic aroma of the incense, it was like Riley, spicy, feminine, and energizing. I liked it too. The sound of high heels clicking on the hardwood floor announced Riley’s return. She had traded her jeans and blouse for a brilliant red sleeveless dress. “How do I look?” she twirled. The dress was backless and the front was just two strips of red barely wide enough to cover her firm breasts. The straps joined in a V of at the center of her flat stomach. The dress clung to her narrow hips and the firm round orbs of her ass and left her shapely legs exposed from the middle of her thigh on the right and just below her knee on the left. Red and white stiletto heels completed her look. I stared in awe. “Wow!” was all I could say. Riley smiled. “Such a smooth talker.” “You’re so beautiful. I don’t know what else to say,” I replied, looking her up and down unable to believe she was going out with me. “That’s enough,” she smiled cupping my cheek lightly with her hand, “shall we go?” Her touch sent warm shivers through me. “Oh yeah, we should probably get going,” I said opening the door for her. During the thirty minute drive, ...
    through mostly wooded scenery, up to the restaurant we made the usual first date small talk, getting to know each other a little. Riley was four years older than me and had grown up in Oregon. She had two younger sisters and an older brother. She left Oregon with her best friend when she was eighteen and had been back to visit family only once since then. She had traveled around the country with her friend, not staying anywhere for very long, and working whatever jobs they could find, until her friend fell in love and got married while they were in California. So Riley continued traveling on her own until she landed here in our little town a few months ago. I listened intently as Riley told her story, I was fascinated by the thought of living a life so free and full of adventure. “So how about you Willy? What’s your story?” she asked when she had finished. I considered where to start and suddenly felt quite embarrassed, I hadn’t done anything, to that point in my life, to compare. “Well, I don’t really have one I guess.” I answered. Riley smiled. “Everybody has a story,” she insisted. I shook my head. “Not like yours.” “That’s the best part. Everybody’s story is different. How boring would the world be if everybody’s story was the same?” she reached over to squeeze my hand, “so, let’s hear it.” “Well, I was born here, grew up here, went to school here, and got a job working construction here. That's pretty much it. Except I went to California once with my parents. And I met you, ...
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