<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121499.msg5329395#msg5329395">Quote from: katydid77 on 12-10-2011, 02:15:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lexa smiled as Marc drew Gabi’s name from the hat.  “Guess that leaves me and you,” she glanced over at Timmy, who had been so quiet, Lexa had barely noticed that he came into the room.  Her eyes crawled over his body, her smile slow and appreciative as she looked him over.  How she had missed him, Lexa would never know.  Timmy was definitely her kind of man – good looking, very tall, and well-built.  And she couldn’t help but wonder if what they said about big feet was true with Timmy, whose feet, in Lexa’s opinion, were enormous.<br/><br/>“Our leader says I’m supposed to tackle you,” Lexa smirked as she crossed the room towards the overstuffed chair Timmy was sitting on.  “I’m not much of a football player, though… so maybe this will work  a litte better.”  She slid the hem of her skirt up to the middle of her thigh and climbed on top of Timmy’s lap, her legs straddling his thighs.  Her hands ran up Timmy’s chest, underneath his denim overshirt and over the white t-shirt he wore, feeling his muscular chest.  Lexa cocked her eyebrow and smiled flirtatiously at Timmy before leaning in to whisper into his ear, “Take your shirt off… stay awhile…” Her breath was hot against his neck, and her tongue flicked across his earlobe and her lips kissed at his neck. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Guess so." Timmy answered, looking back up over at Lexa from where he was seated. He smiled, and gave Lexa the once-over. There was a lot to appreciate - it was obvious that Lexa was a woman who took care of her body, but she found that careful balance between staying fit but still having the knockout curves that drive guys nuts. The accent was sexy as hell, too. She was not the type of woman he normally went for, but that was because Lexa seemed like a woman way out of his league.<br/><br/>When she straddled him, he chuckled. "Football's overrated anyway." The young man said, eyes darting down to watch her hands explore his chest. At her request, he removed his shirts, tossing them aside. He did not care where they ended up - whether it was across a table or on the floor just did not matter too much to him right now. The fabric of Lexa's dress seemed rather flimsy, and Timmy wanted to just rip it off of her body, but who knew how much that thing cost? No point in starting off the evening being a jerk. Timmy wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her body to his, and stood up, supporting her weight with that one arm. He carried her over to a tasteful, expensive divan, laying Lexa down on her back. Timmy ground his groin up against hers, taking advantage of her parted legs.<br/><br/>"You've got a great ass." Timmy said, taking Lexa's wrists in his big hands, moving them up and over her head, crossing them so that he could hold them with one hand and keep them in place. His other hand, thus freed, went down along her neck, over the cleft between her breasts, rubbing over her stomach. He began to bunch the dress in his hand, drawing the garment up higher on her body.