As he entered the room, I could feel his presence. Strong, mysterious, and unlike any I had felt before. I watched him as he crossed. He took long strides, and I couldn't help but notice his muscular legs. They were much like the rest of his body. His shirt looked so tight against his body, I wondered how he got it on. Right as I noticed that his pants had a rather large bulge in them ... he looked over to me and gave me a strange look. One with such intensity, I couldn't help but turn away. Just as I was making my way to the other side, I heard him speak.
I froze where I stood. He could not be talking to me. The me who was staring at his body, most likely drooling. The me who probably made a complete fool out of myself...
"Hello? I'm Dean. You are... ?"
I glanced over my shoulder. He was right behind me. I turned to face him and managed to utter, "Renee. I ... I ... I'm Renee. Nice to meet you."
He smiled, and I could see that he was perfect. His smile curved up into his cheeks, which had dimples right in the center. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green, and his hair slightly covered the one on the left. His silky, dark brown hair. I could feel my cheeks flush.
"I noticed you staring at me. You look really cute when you blush. Are you embarassed?"
I laughed, "A little ... I ... I didn't think you would notice."
"Would you like to go with me to a party tomorrow? I don't want to go alone."
I couldn't turn down the offer. I would get to see him again. Of course I would say yes, wouldn't you?
The next night I met him at the gas station, just like we had planned. He had a need for speed, which turned me on. We flew through traffic like it was a game. I looked over at him, to see him glancing back at me. He had the sexiest smirk on his face I had ever seen.
He got off the interstate, and headed towards the outskirts of town.
"Where's this party at?"
"This really nice spot I know. Oh, I suppose I should have told you earlier but there won't be anyone else at the party."
My heart started to pound, and I felt my cheeks changing shades once again. He just smiled at me with this strange confidence. I can't deny, it was incredibly enticing. I couldn't do anything but stare.
We rode in silence. I didn't know what to say. If there was anything I wanted, it was definitely to be alone with him. I just didn't know what to do once I got there. My heart was racing.
"What do you have planned for this ... party?"
He gave me that incredible smirk again and mumbled, "It's a surprise."
If he couldn't hear my heart, I'm sure he sense how nervous I was. I couldn't stop shifting in my seat and fidgeting with everything. Eventually, we arrived at a secluded spot. There was some sort of abandoned building that looked like it was about to fall down, and had boards on all the windows. Dean came around to my side of the car and opened the door. He took my hand and pulled me out.
I did. We walked into the building and I saw a chair with straps, a pole, a pile of chains, and a pair of handcuffs. I was instantly terrified. What DID he have planned? Where was this going? What did he want to do to me? Before I could get to my next thought, he told me to go to the pole. Not understanding, I walked to it and turned to face him again.
"Turn back around."
I obeyed. I felt his body press up against my back, as the pole slid between my breasts and was the only thing holding me up. I felt his hands touch my shoulders, then slide down my back ... my hips ... my ass. He slid them back up the sides of my body, making sure to slide them over my breasts this time, then up to my chin. He pulled my head back on to his shoulder and kissed my neck. As confused and scared as I was, I was also excited. I could feel his hard body behind mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath in my ear as he whispered, "You're beautiful."
I closed my eyes, and waited as he kissed and nibbled at my neck and ear. Right as I was starting to relax, he spun me around. My back hit the pole, followed by a sharp pain. I winced and he laughed. He placed his hands on my shoulders and slid me down the pole, to the ground. I started thinking about my ass in the dirt. My favorite jeans would be dirty. I started to ask, "Can I get up to..."