Young at Heart - Milanthe & LaCroix
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				Title: <strong>Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 00:45:31</strong>
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				<strong>Young at Heart</strong><br><br>(http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg202/exelis/sexy.jpg)[/center]<br><br>((Before we begin with this one, this…&nbsp; Is a rarity for me to wish to play someone younger than 20.&nbsp; Normally, I like 20+ to play, but this thought struck me…&nbsp; Not to mention such an age difference without sci-fi/fantasy involved.&nbsp; And this thought wouldn’t let go.&nbsp; In the end, this guy could still be sweet as sugar or turn mean as hell, don’t care currently as I’d love to see where it goes.&nbsp; So here you go.))<br><em><br>He’s HOW OLD???</em><br><br>Rea, a cute woman, girl really in the eyes of the world.&nbsp; Just started college at eighteen, and is already falling in love…&nbsp; No, not with a classmate.&nbsp; Not with a teacher.&nbsp; No, he’s actually just some man she met in the bar.&nbsp; Sweet, kind, and a ‘hunk’ in her words, she couldn’t be happier than to be curled up in his arms.&nbsp; There’s just one thing…&nbsp; He’s twice her age.&nbsp; Literally.&nbsp; How is she gunna tell her parents?<br><br>=<br><br>Rea tapped her book with the butt of her pen.&nbsp; A long day, and so far not such a fun night…&nbsp; She knew that she should have been studying.&nbsp; Midterms were on their way.&nbsp; She huffed, leaning her small, lean form back and brushing her short hair out of her face.&nbsp; Looking at the mirror on her dorm closet door, her navy eyes stared back at her.&nbsp; Childishly, she stuck her tongue out at herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Damnit…&nbsp; This officially, totally, really-really-really sucked.&nbsp; <br><br>And she knew just why.&nbsp; Here she was studying her ass off, and it was her birthday.&nbsp; Unlike the rest of her college friends, who’d already turned eighteen, she had only just.&nbsp; And she was waisting her ability to finally go into a few of those ‘no-no’ places for underage girls.&nbsp; Though…&nbsp; With her somewhat bendable IDs, she could already go.&nbsp; Only…&nbsp; Now she was allowed.&nbsp; There was only one problem.&nbsp; She needed to be three years older to go where she really wanted.&nbsp; She had the ID for it, but damn it…&nbsp; Who the hell put 21 as the legal drinking age???&nbsp; If she could vote, join the army, smoke her lungs into cancerous black pits…&nbsp; Why the hell couldn’t she drink her liver into a shriveled black pit?&nbsp; <br><br>Sighing, she smirked.&nbsp; Not normally one to totally rebel – her id’s were so she could be the ‘safe’ driver, really! – reaching into her drawer and pulling out her ID.&nbsp; Just one night.&nbsp; That wouldn’t hurt at all.&nbsp; Getting up, she walked in her short study pajamas to the bathroom, grabbing random skirts and shirts on the way from her closet.&nbsp; “I am NOT staying home on my birthday,” she said out loud as she closed the door so she could change.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 01:13:59</strong>
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				<br>Jack sat at the bar with a glass bourbon mixed with sprite in his hand. Ice cubes clink together nosily as he raises the glass for a slow swallow. Shrewd, mirthtful ice blue eyes watch the dance floor with interest. So many women, none of them even close to his age. Still, it couldn't hurt to look a little bit.<br><br>Jack was an older man, older than most of the people in this bar. He looked out of place sitting there among the younger people, most of them couples or paired off. He was not unattractive for his age and he had his own sense of style. A button down crimson silk shirt worn unbuttoned down his chest revealing a well toned mass of muscle despite his age. Black slacks, expensive in nature, possibly armani in make, and Italian leather shoes. His hair was worn long and loose back over his broad shoulders, it was out of style now, he knew that but he didn't care either.<br><br>As he sits there at the bar, he continues to watch those young girls out on the dance floor. The dance moves that could do these days had him with a smirk on his face as he attempted to relax and enjoy the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 01:39:05</strong>
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				Finally settling on a pair of jeans that showed off her rear well, along with a red tank top and matching jean jacket - it was a bit cool outside.&nbsp; She stepped out, picking out a pair of black boots with little to no heel.&nbsp; She didn't really know the brands of her clothes, didn't really care.&nbsp; They fit, they looked good...&nbsp; What else had she needed to know?&nbsp; Though...&nbsp; She did supprisingly know the name brand of her purse.&nbsp; Nine&amp;Co.&nbsp; A brand that her friends all said was awful and such, but...&nbsp; When it came to purses, she liked it.&nbsp; It was in fact, almost the only company she liked when purses came into the picture, hence her rememberance of the name.&nbsp; Picking up her black purse, she headed out.&nbsp; <br><br>Roaming the streets a while till she came to her one of her favorite places, her fake (not to mention expensive) ID got her in well enough without the embarrasing "DO NOT SERVE" bands, that would keep her a mile away from the bar - or rather the need to go to it.&nbsp; She giggled but otherwise shook her head and ignored a few cat-calls she was given as she headed to the bar.&nbsp; "Rum and coke," she shouted above the noise as the place started getting more people and more noise, she sat down on a stool while she waited, smiling as she finally got her drink and paying for it along with a tip to the bar-tender.&nbsp; <br><br>Tipping some of the liquid into her mouth, she swollowed and cleared her throat.&nbsp; Obviously not used to drinking.&nbsp; She looked over the floor, people coming in, the bar was becoming quite busy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 01:46:12</strong>
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				Jack glances up as he notices someone new entering the bar and walking up to the counter. Ice blue eyes watching Rea with an intense interest as she made her way to the bar in those jeans. "Good god, look at that wiggle.." He says under his breath and takes another quick swallow of his bourbon and sprite before standing up.<br><br>He walks down the bar and approaches her slowly from one side before leaning in close enough that she could hear him over the roar of the crowd. "Well, hello darlin. You are certainly a soothing sight for sore eyes." He tells her in, what he hopes, is his most charming tone of voice.<br><br>He had no idea why he was approaching her, she looked so young. Still, something about her, the way she walked, the look of her in those tight jeans. He had to try and make some time with her no matter what.
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 01:56:42</strong>
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				Rea blinked as she was addressed, not quite used to it - usually with her 'much prettier' friends, she usually, actually got ignored.&nbsp; She looked besides her on both sides before looking up at the older man in supprise and smiling, those on her side either flirting with their boyfriend or girlfriend, the man had to be addressing her.&nbsp; "Well, I'm glad I'm a sight, I just hope I didn't make those eyes sore," she said back, biting her lip gently as she smiled up at him before she took another sip of her drink, clearing her throat afterwards with a blush.&nbsp; "I don't think I've seen you around here before," she said, leaning against the bar.
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				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:03:02</strong>
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				<br>She'd responded and she actually seemed to be flirting with him. It had to be his lucky night. He laughed when he heard her response and moved to lift a hand so that he could place it on her shoulder. His strong fingers clench down softly and squeeze her shoulder as he leans in close to her again in order to be heard over the noise in the bar.<br><br>This gave him an excuse to lean in closer to her. His nostrils flaring slightly as inhaled the unique intoxicating scent of a woman, a mixture of perfume and pheremones. His lips ever so slightly brushes against the outer lobe of her ear as he makes his reply. <br><br>His breath is soft and warm against her skin. "Oh theres no way such a pretty thing as you could ever make these eye sore, darlin'. So.." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "..are you here tonight with anyone? Meeting someone later or..if not, would you mind talking with me for a while?" He asks her as those emerald eyes look up and down over her frame with admiration.
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:10:18</strong>
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				She blushed as he leaned in so close, his lips and breath brushing her ear as he spoke.&nbsp; Was it wrong that that made her shivver like an over excited school girl?&nbsp; Her rational side said that yes, yes it was.&nbsp; But another part of her could only say, "I'm not here for anyone...&nbsp; I'd love to talk to you..."&nbsp; Her dark blue eyes looked back at his, the lights playing with the color, one moment making them seem bluer than they were, the other green, and even red.&nbsp; But his eyes, away from the flashing lights...&nbsp; She didn't think she'd ever seen such green eyes in her life...&nbsp; She felt like she was drowning in a forest of leaves looking into those eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:22:16</strong>
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				"Oh I'd been hoping you'd say that.." He found himself responding. A part of him felt that this might be wrong with the difference in their age but another stronger part of him urged him on. She was enjoying this, he was definately enjoying the attentions of such a pretty young thing.<br><br>Those intensely green eyes of his seem to shimmer with mirth and an admiration for her youthful beauty that he made little attempt to conceal. His lips curl further into a smile as notices the color coming to her cheeks and he laughs softly. "So what should I call you? Or.." His smile pulls at the corners of his lips until it transforms into a sultry grin. "..would you prefer that I just continue to call you my 'pretty young thing?"<br><br>Those emerald eyes of his seem to shimmer even more intensely with mirth as leans out to take her slender hand into his own larger one and lifts it up slowly. Instead of kissing the back of her hand, he turns it over and pulls it up near his mouth. His lips press in against her palm and he kisses it hotly. "My name is Jack Lamonde."
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:28:07</strong>
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				She blushed as he looked at her so...&nbsp; She wasn't sure what word to use, but hell, if every man looked at her like that, she'd be butter on toast.&nbsp; She smiled, "You can call me Rea.&nbsp; Nothing speci-iiaalll..."&nbsp; She squeaked as he brought her hand up to kiss it, her blush turning deeper and her heart beginning to thump loudly inside of her chest as he kissed her sensitive palm instead.&nbsp; She gulped, literally, gulped, something she NEVER thought a person would actually do in such situations as her eyes looked at him in wonder&nbsp; Wide and innocent as his mouth pressed against her skin, a shiver definitely going down her back.
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				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:36:22</strong>
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				<br>He was beginning to sense that innocent nature. He could guess at what she must be like when she was not out for a night of fun like tonight. That would work in his favor. He was older and he had been something of a ladies man in his youth. The way she shuddered and even gulped as he kissed her sensative palm had him smiling up at her.<br><br>That look that he gave her, it was something akin to the look a wolf might give a chicken. Desire, admiration for her curvy frame in those tight jeans and that pretty blouse evident is his gaze. "Oh but Rea I think you are something very special indeed. Such a pretty young thing.." He tells her as he leans in close again.<br><br>One of his hands reaching out to caress her cheek as he sought to be a little bolder in order to gauge her reaction. The pad of his thumb slipping out to brush across the soft, slippery texture of her plump lower lip as he smiles at her intently. "..Surely you must drive all these young men wild with desire, Rea. I'd imagine your phone must never stop ringing."
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:43:15</strong>
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				With that wolfish look he gave her, she literally squirmed in her chair.&nbsp; The man didn't know a thing about her and yet...&nbsp; He was calling her special?&nbsp; When his thumb brushed across her lower lip, red and slick with her lip gloss, her body trembled again, her heart thumping.&nbsp; "Not sure about them going mad, but I'm pretty sure my phone isn't ringing," she said with a little wry smile, trying, attempting, to knock him as off kilter as he had her.&nbsp; "I'm studying International Business at the college, what about you, Jack," she asked, trying to get to a conversation that wouldn't be having her stomach doing flippy flops.
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				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:51:16</strong>
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				"No? That is a shame, Rea.." He tells her as he brings the hand he still held in his own up again. He could tell she was trying to turn the conversation in a bit of a different direction but he had seen her squirming. He could feel the heat flowing from her palms and reflected in those blushing cheeks.<br><br>As he brings her hand up he kisses her fingertips and suckles them into his mouth as he watches for her reaction. There was something about the innocent way she blushed and not so innocent way her hips wiggled and squirmed in her seat that had his mind thinking very lewd thoughts at the moment. He was enjoying her reactions far to much to let the conversation drift to far out of his control.<br><br>"You're studying business? Not much time for the boys then, I imagine. Though I doubt that they really interest you, college boys can be quite..immature in their outlook on things. I'm a businessman myself. That's the reason I'm here tonight at the bar. I needed some time to decompress, some time to place -pleasure-.." He emphasized that word heavily lending it a sultry, passionate, even lewd image to spawn in her mind. "..before pleasure. How about you, Rea?.."
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 07:01:18</strong>
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				How...&nbsp; How did he DOOO that???&nbsp; Her body tensed up, trying to keep from squirming or shivvering as he continued that sensual assault of his.&nbsp; Turning her change of subject to...&nbsp; Well, not a change of subject.&nbsp; Her tongue licked over her lips in a quick flash, her eyes looking quite like a doe's when caught in the headlghts.&nbsp; "Nothing special...&nbsp; Just didn't want to stay home on my birthday," she said biting her lips to distract her from that...&nbsp; How did that finger sucking thing he did feel so good?&nbsp; She knew she should have been telling him to fork off, invading her personal space so, but not only were they in a club - the Kingdom of breaking personal space rules.&nbsp; But it felt sooooo...&nbsp; "Ohhh!"&nbsp; That was the only way she could describe it.<br><br>Ok, calm down, she told herself.&nbsp; Just think.&nbsp; Think.&nbsp; Think.&nbsp; Think...&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; "I don't suppose you'd like to take the birthday girl for a dance would you," she asked hopping off her chair, figuring if he was that good while they were just standing and sitting, that dancing...&nbsp; Well, what guy did she know that could be good at something while staying stationary and while moving at the same time?&nbsp; None.&nbsp; That simple.
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				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 07:24:33</strong>
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				A gamble on her part asking him to dance. One that fortunately enough worked in his favor. As she squirmed and gasped out that soft 'oooh' of pleasure at his sucking on her fingers he laughed softly. "Oh a birthday girl? Well, you'll have to let me take you for a little..-celebration- after our dance then, hmm?.." He tells her as he stands up slowly.<br><br>He uses his grip on her hand to help pull her up from her seat and as she turns to lead him onto the dance floor he reaches out and brushes his hand across the soft, plump cheeks of ass in those tight jeans unable to resist it. Once on the floor, he was in luck, it was a slower song. He could work with that.<br><br>He steps back several places and then pulls her towards him slowly. His powerful arm slipping around her waist as he dips her head down low near the floor before pulling back up slowly into his strong arms. The muscles in his biceps flexing against the curvy shape of her waist above her hips as he presses her in against him. The full, soft, sumptuous swell of her breasts crushed against the hard muscle of his chest causing her nipples to drag against him through their clothing as begins to move with her swaying with her in his arms slowly.
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 07:36:58</strong>
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				"Oh, no!&nbsp; I couldn't ask you to do that.&nbsp; We've only just met," she said as he lead her out onto the dance floor, giving a soft yip as she felt his hand - at least she thought it was his.&nbsp; The other men in the club would have just grabbed, lacking the finesse this one seemed to have.&nbsp; As he pulled her into a dip, dancing with her so expertly and...&nbsp; Oh, god why did it have to be a slow song???&nbsp; Her mind was pulled in two, yet again.&nbsp; One part thinking, <em>Oh, Lord, he can dance! </em>with glee while the other half thought with woe, <em>Oh, Lord, he can dance...</em>&nbsp; Seeing him at first glance, she hadn't guessed his arms would be so large and strong, that his chest would be so hard...&nbsp; Somehow stimulating her nipples even clothed.<br><br>If the man wasn't careful, she would swoon.
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				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 07:50:27</strong>
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				Indeed he could dance and quite well when he felt the need. He felt that need now and he could feel her excitement the same as he could feel her nipples getting hard and dragging against his chest through her blouse. "Oh it wouldn't be any trouble, Rea. We could go somewhere more quiet, maybe back to my apartment for a few more drinks after our dance."<br><br>As he said that he continued to move with her slowly. One of his large hands caressing her back. His fingers tracing the bumps in her slowly as it slid down until she would feel his fingers pressing into the flesh of her ass. The pads of his fingers pulling the plump cheek of her rump up into his palm as he squeezed it slowly.<br><br>That firm grip on her rump would be used to pull her hips against his own. His crotch grinding against her as he moves in time with the music and continues to thrust against her hips lightly in a slow, sensual grinding mimic of the real act. She'd even likely feel the bulge of arousal in his slacks, his hardening cock as he ground against her slowly.
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 08:00:21</strong>
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				No.&nbsp; Bad.&nbsp; Bad.&nbsp; Bad!&nbsp; She cursed her body as she felt her nipples harden like it was a cold day.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; I'm not so sure," she said softly.&nbsp; He was handsome, yes.&nbsp; A business man, yes.&nbsp; Older by more than a year, yes.&nbsp; All three of her pre-requisites.&nbsp; But so suddenly?&nbsp; She'd just about thought he'd decided to nail his coffin for the night when she felt him grope her ass, only to find that it also had a second use.&nbsp; Driving her insane with lustful curiosity as it made her hips grind into his.&nbsp; Her breath hitched, her eyes half closing with the sudden desire this man awoke in her with just so few touches...&nbsp; "I-I suppose, I can give you my number, at least, though," she said, her voice quaking, nervous, lust filled for the first time in her young life.
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				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 08:13:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;Jack wasn't a man that took no for an answer quite so easily. Especially not when he could tell that her no wasn't quite as certain as she might have wanted it to sound. He knew that she was turned on every bit as much as he was at the moment and intended to use that to his advantage.<br><br>"Oh come on, Rea.." He whispers hotly against her ear. "..After all, its your birthday. You deserve some -fun and pleasure- tonight if not any other night." The words spoken in a hot, lustfull, breathy tone of voice against her ear. "What do you say we go back to my place, just for a little while?.." <br><br>She'd feel his head dipping down and leaning into her neck. His lips kissing the soft flesh before moving to suck it into his mouth while his tongue rakes up and down against the silken skin slowly. His mouth continues to move down kissing along her throat and trailing over her collar bone which he nibbles nicely. as he does that she'd feel him continuing to move his hips against her own. His hard cock easily felt throbbing as it pressed between her thighs through their clothing while both hands now moved to knead and caress her ass softly as he held her close against him.
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 23:25:05</strong>
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				She shivvered against him as he whispered in her ear, closing her eyes against the feeling.&nbsp; All that served was to make it feel better.&nbsp; She pressed her legs together, feeling herself become wet - WET of all things! - when they'd barely met, and neither of them had any clothes off.&nbsp; When he began kissing and niping at her flesh, she was done for, melting against him.&nbsp; She didn't think she would be such an easy target for a man like him, but every lick, kiss and nibble made her knees shakey and weak.&nbsp; His rocking hips not helping her cause either.&nbsp; "M-maybe...&nbsp; J-just a little while...&nbsp; A-ahn..."&nbsp; Her hand pushed him up away from her collar bone, his nibbles there near making her swoon as her body threatened, her words whimpering and breathy, "You shouldn't do that in public..."
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				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 23:36:47</strong>
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				"They're not worried about us, Rea. They're all dancing close as well.." He knew in that moment that he had her in his grasp. Those emerald eyes of his looking into her own as he leans in and presses his mouth against hers. A slow, hot kiss follows as one hand leaves her bottom and snakes up her back to curl into her hair and pull her deeper into the kiss.<br><br>He moans against her mouth before he pulls back slowly sucking on her bottom lip. "Besides, we don't know these people, Rea and its dark. They can't see us.." He whispers in a soft tone of voice as as his other hand gripping her rump firmly slips around between them. That hand slipping down slowly, deftly and moving to press between them against the crotch of her jeans where he strokes against her wet sex through the denim material as he looks into her eyes intensely.<br><br>"So are you..mmm..ready, Rea? Do you..mmm..-want- to head out to my place?.." He asks her as he presses his hand more firmly against her crotch through the denim material, watching her reaction.
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 00:33:31</strong>
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				Her heart was thundering in her chest so loudly, she could barely believe that it wasn't heard by others above the music.&nbsp; "But-MMph!"&nbsp; She whimpered with a moan as he kissed her, about to protest such public affection when his lips descended upon hers and drove every thought that might have been in her head right out.&nbsp; She moaned as he deepened the kiss, giving a gasp of dissaproval when he finally did release the kiss, to hold her lips in between his.&nbsp; Her lips sucked his top lip into her mouth as he spoke, suckling it in return when she squeaked, biting firmly into his top lip - not enough to hurt him, but enough to emphasize her jumping when she felt his hand against her where no one really ever put their hand before.&nbsp; Hell, even she barely touched herself outside of the bathroom.<br><br>She stood on tip toe as his hand rubbed against her, leaning against him as her teeth and lips let go.&nbsp; She could only nod, barely able to keep from begging him to do anything as she bit into her own lip to keep from babbling or screaming or anything else aloud that she knew would make her look like a little idiot.&nbsp; She squirmed at his touch, wanting more of it, but unable to obtain such a need with the thick denim, zipper and button in the way.&nbsp; <br><br>She almost seemed like a puppy one gained at the pound.&nbsp; The moment you picked it up, it was squirming and wiggling, wanting away from it's prison.&nbsp; Her prison not a pound, but a room full of people who she knew she should have been pushing him away while in front of.
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				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 01:08:22</strong>
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				He moaned when he felt her kissing him back and the soft bite of her teeth against his upper lip. He had suspected that the innocent, bookish young woman that he held in his arms had a lot of pent of sexual frustration and desire just waiting to be unleashed and now he knew he had been right about that assumption. As he holds close he watches her reaction, how much she is squirming against his hand and that brings forth another deep moan.<br><br>"Come on, pretty, lets go somewhere more private.." He wondered at length if he had the resolve to make it to his house and that spawned an idea in his mind. Taking her hand he looks around the bar for a moment until he spots what he wanted, the rest rooms. "This way, Rea.." He tells her as he leads her from the dance floor across the bar.<br><br>Soon enough the reach the restroom, private rooms, since the bar was not an especially large one. That is what he wanted. He leads her over to the men's room and knocking he checks to find it empty. Up until that point, she might have thought him having need of the restroom until he opens the door and moves to pull her inside and close the door behind them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 01:19:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivvered in excitement as he bid her to come home with him - or at least she thought he would be taking her somewhere more private.&nbsp; She followed him, expecting him to lead her outside, only to have him bring her to the bathroom.&nbsp; She blushed profusely, shaking her head and trying to pull away before his tug brought her into the bathroom.&nbsp; The men's no less...<br><br>"W-what are we doing in here," she asked, a little confused now of his intentions.&nbsp; <em>Oh, lord, please tell me he's not one of those wierdos that likes to see girls pee...&nbsp; Or worse...</em>&nbsp; She backed away from him, a little apprehensive about what he wished to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 01:52:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because I couldn't wait to get you home, Rea. I needed to be alone with you now." He explains quickly as he notices the confused look on her face and how she backs away. "The door is locked, we're all alone.." He tells her with a calming smile as he approaches her and moves to wrap his arm around her waist and halt her backward steps.<br><br>"Its alright, Rea. I promise.." He tells her as he reaches up to stroke her cheek in an attempt to calm her as he leans his face in close to her own. Once again he moves to kiss her, his lips seeking to claim her own hotly as he attempts to turn them and back her against the stall in the room. "God you look good.." He whispers breathfully against her lips as his hand moves up to her blouse. His fingers pulling at the buttons, moving down slowly as he looks into her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 02:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed brightly as he said he couldn't wait.&nbsp; She'd never been with someone who 'couldn't wait' before.&nbsp; Though...&nbsp; Considering that she had only been with one 'someone'...&nbsp; That didn't say much.&nbsp; She squeaked as he pulled her close, her body giving a tremble in his grip as she looked up at him.&nbsp; Eyes like a startled doe.&nbsp; She licked her lips, looking at his own before he sought her lips, which she gladly lead to his own.&nbsp; She moaned, pressing against him, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.<br><br>She gasped as she felt his hand brushing against her breasts to undo her blouse, withdrawing her arms from him to slide off her jacket only before she brought them around his neck again.&nbsp; She moaned, pressing her hips against his again, her body pressing against him, eager and young but with none of the experience or patience he possessed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 02:47:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice and slowly, Rea. Let the fire build, embrace the -heat-, savor its slow rise.." He tells her moaning as he pulls open her shirt once she has removed the jacket. "God you breasts are nice.." He tells her as his hands move to cup the fleshy mounds through the cups of her bra. His fingers slip into the cups and he pulls them down letting her bare breasts fall into sight. <br><br>"Look at these nipples.." He whispers hotly, his voice full of molten need as his head dips down. He lifts her breasts up and pulls the nipples into his mouth sucking on the already hard tips wanting to make them even more swollen and large as he slurps on them lewdly. As he does so his other hand moves to take her own and he brings it down between them pressing her palm firmly into the hard, erect shaft of his cock easily felt through the material of his slacks.<br><br>"Go on, Rea girl, pull it out.." He whispers up at her hotly looking up from her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 03:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered at his demands of slowness.&nbsp; "Please..."&nbsp; Her body trembled as he pulled open her shirt, glad she'd worn her 'nice' underwear.&nbsp; A black lace bra encasing her breasts.&nbsp; She whimpered as he pulled her breasts free of them, exposing them to the cool air.&nbsp; She hissed at the feel of cold air on her, when...&nbsp; When was she ever so sensitive?&nbsp; <br><br>She blushed at his words before gasping as his lips encased one dusky peak, one hot mouth devoted to her breast she nearly lost all strength in her knees.&nbsp; She panted hotly into the air, gasping again as he pressed her hand against his thickness still encaged.&nbsp; She bit her lip and nodded, bringing her hands forewards, her fingers fumbled over his trousers a moment before finally managing to unzip and unbutton him.&nbsp; Her hand ventured in to pull him out of his confinces, whimpering as his flesh felt like it would burn her hand.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LaCroix</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 03:50:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, Rea..slowly." He corrects her when she begs him with that whimpering please. He moans as cups her breasts into his hands and begins to knead and squeeze them slowly. The fleshy mounds rolling in his palms as his fingertips pull on her nipples and stretch them out while he watches her.<br><br>He moans at the feel of her hands on his slacks and then on his throbbing shaft. His shaft was good and large, thick and fat in her palm and burning hot. her hand would soon become slick with his arousal as the engorged throbbed as she pulled it out. His own hands slip down from her breasts moving to her jeans which he unbuttons and unzips pulling down slowly along with her panties. "Stroke my cock, Rea.." He whispers to her hotly as he watches her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Young at Heart - Milanthe &amp; LaCroix</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 04:13:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he repeated the word 'slowly'.&nbsp; Who made that a word in the english language?&nbsp; She didn't know, but at the moment, she was thinking a decent punishment would have been to hang them high.&nbsp; Her body trembled as he played with her breasts wrapping an arm around his shoulder and burrying her head into his neck as he pulled onto her nipples, her legs threatening to give out.&nbsp; The action pressed them close enough that the head of him pressed into the prone soft flesh of her flat belly, making her whimper softly as her hand squeezed him lightly.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she felt his hand on her jeans, she rotated her hips, "Yes...&nbsp; Please..."&nbsp; She pushed down lightly along his shaft, rubbing the head of him gently against the lace of her matching panties.&nbsp; Her hand began stroking as he bid, her other hand holding onto him tightly, as if he were a ghost to slip away the moment she let go.
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