"Well, my earlier plan was a complete waste," I mumbled, thinking that masturbating twenty minutes ago was entirely futile. My cork was at full attention and trying to burst out of my slacks.
"What was that?"
"I stated that you look absolutely stunning, Joey."
Her cheeks blushed at my compliment as my eyes roamed over her body.
She was wearing a fifties-style pinup outfit with a high-waisted pencil skirt that was tight to her body.
A white, button-up, short-sleeve blouse and shiny red peep-toe heels finished off her look.
Her ink-black hair was pinned to one side, and her lips were lacquered in the same shade as her shoes.
She looked like she should be draped across the front of a plane, inspiring soldiers in World War II. Her dark eyes looked up at me through her thick lashes, and I was literally breathless at how beautiful she was.
"Are you prepared?" she whispered, and I had no idea what she was talking about.
Leaning in, I found my words, pulling her against my hard body, "I believe I should be posing that question to you, darling. Because with the way you're dressed and the way you're looking at me, you're going to have to exert effort to keep me away from you."
I expected her to pull away, upset by my crude words, but instead, she leaned in closer. "What if I do not wish to keep you away from me?"
She licked those shiny red lips, and I'd had all I could stand.
Reaching down, I snatched her wrist and pulled her behind me to my cruiser.
I was nearly dragging her, but my need was too strong, and I couldn't wait.
Taking her to the passenger side, I opened the door and silently helped her into the car.
When I went around to the driver's side, I got in and cranked up the car, driving away from her townhouse.
"Where are we headed?" she whispered, and I could hear the slight need in her voice.
"My residence. I have waited long enough."
I heard her laugh, and I looked over to see her lean back in the passenger seat.
Her legs were together, but the slit on the skirt went all the way up her thigh, making me grip the wheel harder.
"This is our initial date, and you are stating you have waited sufficiently?"
I looked back to the road and hit the gas.
I couldn't get home soon enough. "You are well aware this has been inevitable."
Suddenly, I felt her warm hand on my thigh, and I reached down and put my hand on top of hers.
I looked over and saw her lick her full red lips. She's got the prettiest mouth I've ever seen, with lips like something out of a magazine.
I can't wait to ruin her lipstick.
I can see the shyness in her eyes, and I knew reaching out to me was a bold move for her. She's usually so tough, but tonight she's giving in and letting her guard down.
I wanted to show her how good it can be between us, so I pushed her a little further.
Gripping her hand slightly, I pulled it over so her palm was resting on my hard cock.
The heat from her palm nearly burned me through my slacks as she rubbed her fingers along the ridge of my cock.
I pressed her hand harder against me, and she gripped me firmly.
It was all I could do to keep the car on the road as I turned down the long driveway to my house.
I bought this cabin when I moved back, opting not to stay on the family estate.
My godfather had a few choice words about it, but to hell with him.
This place was beautiful.
It's a big cabin that sits just outside of town on a small lake.
I bought this house the week after I first laid eyes on Joey.
"Holy cow, this is your property?" She loosened her grip on my penis but didn't take her hand away. "That garage is amazing." There's a little wonder in her voice as she saw the four-bay garage off to the right of the cabin.
"Yes, apparently this used to be a hunting lodge, and they had the garage for guests.
I had the inside of the place renovated, but kept the garage as is."
She looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you knew nothing about automobiles."
"I do not. But fortunately for me, my woman does." I had the garage redone for her. Once I got her here, I didn't want her to have any reason to have to leave, since she loved cars and bikes.
Show her right up front I wasn't messing around. She was meant to be mine from the moment I laid eyes on her.
I knew it down to my soul.
I just had to get things ready so I could have her, but things weren't moving as fast as I would have liked so I was jumping in to speed up the process.
Her mouth fell open a little as I reluctantly moved her hand off my crotch and got out of the car, going around to her side. I opened the door and held out my hand, helping her step out of the car.
I reached down, scooping her up, and carried her like a bride to the front of the house.
"Dan, what in the world are you doing? Put me down." She tried to wriggle a little, but I gripped her tighter.
"Not a chance, darling. It is a tradition."
"You are jesting with me, correct?" There's a slight squeak to her voice that I can only assume is fear. It's okay.
That will pass the more we're together.
"Joey, I am almost thirty years old. I have never once been in love or anything resembling it. It has been over a decade since I have even shaken a woman's hand. So no, I am not jesting."
I looked into her eyes as I opened the front door and carried her over the threshold.
I could see wonder there, and I could also see hope.
I don't know what kind of life she comes from, but from what I've seen over the past year of watching her, she's built up a fortress to keep people out.
Kicking the door closed behind us, I carried her through the great room and walked down the hall. I took her straight to the master bedroom and stood her up at the end of it, holding her hips to steady her.