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Maga
Date: 11/4/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories
sick. Something was way off with me. I felt as if enormous amounts of energy had been sucked out of me. I took another drink of water and rolled my head, first to the left, then to the right and then to the back. “I’ll be fine, thank you, Cassandra,” I replied sternly, almost with a growl, not directed at her but to how I was feeling. The tone of my voice excited her. Her pussy tingled and a soft, pink glow flushed in her cheeks. She smiled at me and rubbed my arm gently, her breasts pressed softly against my arm, “Okay, if you change your mind let me know. It wouldn’t be any inconvenience. Take my cell number just in case. I’m going to be here for a few more hours.” Her breasts on my arm felt nice; the feeling was something I couldn’t describe, or had ever felt before. Whatever it was, I liked it and it aroused me. “I’m going to sit for a bit and then head home. I’ll come back tomorrow,” I smiled at her as she entered her cell number in to my phone. “As you wish,” she smiled, “May I ask you to text me when you get to your home? I don’t want to wonder if you made it okay.” “You have my word, Cassandra.” Something deep inside me told me to be wary of this seductive temptress. Even in my weakened state, I couldn’t help but picture her naked and squirming underneath me, as I plunged my cock deep and hard inside her. Cassandra sat with me a few more minutes. I told her that I felt good enough to drive and would be heading home. She rubbed my arm, smiled at me and asked, “What ... time will you be here tomorrow?” “If I feel better, I’ll come first thing in the morning,” I answered her question as I stood up and took my car keys out of my pocket. “Drive safe and feel better, Gil. Maybe we’ll run in to each other again tomorrow,” she replied as stood up and walked away. I glared at her legs and ass as she walked slowly away from me. She turned her head to look back at me and flashed a smile. “ As much as I want to fuck that tight, shapely ass of yours, I don’t think I’ll be looking too hard to find you. Something tells me you’re the kind of trouble I don’t need, Cassandra, ” I thought to myself. I texted Cassandra that I made it home and thanked her again for being kind to me. I stripped out of my clothes and sprawled on to my bed. Sleep came quickly to me. **** I woke up a few minutes past noon the next day. I felt fine, like my normal self again. I took a shower, put on a pair of jeans and headed to my kitchen to make coffee. I checked my cell phone; there were three texts from Cassandra that I had missed while I slept. The first was to let me know that she was relieved that I made it home. The second text was sent early that morning, asking if I was at the exhibit. The third was sent while I was in the shower, asking if I would like to see her again. I received another text from her while I was replying that I would busy all day. The hairs on my neck stood on end, my jaw clenched and my heart pounded hard when I read the text she had sent. It read, “ I’m ...