Her name was Angelic and she was 17. She had beautiful long flowing auburn hair and her skin was the color of the sun and her eyes the color of the moon. She smelled of jasmine, sweet and ripe for the taking. Her body was alive and fresh and had never been touched by a man, until the day she willingly gave herself to me...
The memory of her is forever etched in my mind. I keep it under lock and key and safely gaurded, for my eyes only. We met in a small cafe, quite by accident. I was sitting in my usual booth, with myself carefully seated in my usual corner, reading my afternoon paper.
It was raining out and there was no sign of it letting up any time soon. She hurrie in out of the rain, with her trusty umbrella and her body soaking wet from head to toe. I looked up from my newspaper and did a double take when I saw her. I couldnt help but whisper the words, "My God...shes incredable," under my breath. She was more than incredable, she embodied purity and sin, all wrapped up in one soaking wet package.
I could almost see the outline of her full and supple breasts, from underneath her soft white blouse. Her nipples were fully errect from the cold. I could soon feel a familiar stir pushing against the zipper of my trousers. I closed my eyes in acknowlegment of the beginnings of my erection and tried desperately to control my body. BR>
I opened my eyes and there she was, standing right in front of me. I looked up at her embarassed and sure that she could read my mind, which of course thankfuly, she couldnt.
"Exscuse me Sir, um...well, I dont usually do this, but I was wondering if I could ask a favor? I...um... well, my ride bailed and I was wondering if I could get a ride with you...I...hate asking and I would never ask a stranger under normal circumstances, but you have such a kind face and its really pouring out and I need to get some place in a hurry and...
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