She could smell his flesh through the blue cotton of his shirt. Then she felt his cock rubbing up against her chin. Moving her head back, Marcie slipp...d all the way to the floor, her knees hurting a little from the hardness of the splintery wood. And then... and then she could smell his crotch... that pungent, heavy aroma that seemed to trigger her off into high heat. She felt her cuntal muscles knotting up again while her heart and pulse raced madly. She let out a soft moan as she felt his. So the night of our third date we went out for dinner, then a movie. Then dinner was nice and intimate and several times she reached out and held my hand. The movie was a thriller, not horror, but there were several times when she grabbed my hand at a intense scene. I was feeling good. We got back to her place and she invited me in for a drink. It was starting to snow lightly, but it was no big thing, and I wanted to spend more time with her. I built a fire and we sat and chatted for hours. It. Suddenly in an instance the cord to my pyjama trousers gave way and they fell instantly around my ankles. Being in mid-step, my foot found itself caught, I shuffled and tried to hold my balance. I tripped and fell backwards down the steps, trying to keep hold of the desk. There was a great crash as I hit the floor, face first, and the desk landed right on top of me. Moaning in pain, I slowly slid the desk off my back. Aching and bruised, it seemed impossible to move. Without warning I felt an. A sheer red summer dress, red high heel pumps, a smooth red bra, red hip-hugger panty, and very light coloured pantyhose filled my eyes. I could smell her perfume on the clothes, and my penis started stiffening. "So..did you think our night together a few days ago would let you off my hook? she called from inside her bathroom. I replied that I hadn't thought about it that way, to which she said, "You needn't bother thinking...I will tell you what to do." A minute later, she came out of her.