1. THE PICNIC


    Date: 4/26/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    sixteen. &#034I remember it like it was yesterday,&#034 she said. &#034I wanted to dance with you so bad that night, Ellie. But I couldn't because I was your b*****r and how would that have looked in front of all your friends?&#034 Ellen touched my hand as the band started to play SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY and she leaned to me and said, &#034Tonight I'm all yours, Danny.&#034 What did she mean by that? I wondered as I looked square into her beautiful, serious face. &#034Would you like something to drink?&#034 A waitress in a white pantsuit uniform asked us. &#034Oh Danny, get us some more of those martinis,&#034 Ellen said as she stood, &#034and I'm going to the girls' room to freshen up for you.&#034 As I watched Ellen cross the large room toward the door marked LADIES, I described the martinis to the waitress who left to get them. Alone, I wondered again what Ellen had meant by what she said. I wasn't sure I was up for an evening of being jostled around on a dance floor. And I didn't know how I was going to handle dancing with Ellen. Odd, it suddenly struck me, of all the things I ever did with my s****r (and I'd done more than most b*****rs), I had never simply danced with her before. When Ellen came back, she looked far lovelier than she had before (if that were even possible) and that enticing cologne was more evident as she sat down. The waitress returned with our martinis and we sipped them as the orchestra played IN THE MOOD and TAKE THE A-TRAIN. But when CHATANOOGA CHOO ...
    CHOO started to play, Ellen jumped up, took both my hands in hers and said, &#034Come on, Danny! You're dancing with me!&#034 and she pulled me up and then pushed me out onto the shiny, wood floor. Ellen seemed to have a boundless energy out on that dance floor, doing a kind of bouncing hop to CHOO CHOO plus three more songs as I just tried hard to keep up with her and she laughed and grinned at my lead-footed ineptitude the whole time. Then we sat out a slow number while Ellen fanned herself with her hand and sipped her drink. The exercise had brought out a glow of perspiration to her pretty face and a few of her freckles were now showing on the bridge of her nose and making her look unbelievably sexy to me. &#034Whew,&#034 she said and then downed the last of her martini. &#034It's getting hot in here, huh? Get me another one of these, okay?&#034 &#034Are you sure?&#034 &#034Sure, I'm sure,&#034 she said in a slight slur. &#034I'm having fun. I need this. I want to have a good time.&#034 &#034Okay,&#034 I said, snapping for the waitress' attention. &#034But don't blame me if anything happens to you.&#034 &#034Oh, you'll take care of me, won't you, big b*****r?&#034 &#034I'm trying,&#034 I said, just as the orchestra finished DREAM and the waitress appeared to take our drink order. Now a young, attractive, blonde woman, in a red evening gown, took the bandstand microphone and introduced herself as Karen, telling us that we might have seen her on TV commercials or singing the ...
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