We always kicked off around sunset. I was in faded blue jeans, a maroon heavy long sleeve pull over shirt with my ball cap. When I walked through the ...oor she was sitting in the chair directly across from the door. Long curly brown hair, brown eyes, she was 5'5" tall and weighed maybe 110, pale skin. I stopped and stared. To this day I don't know how with me being shy. I walked right over to her holding a beer in one hand and cooler in the other and started talking to her. I introduced myself. He looked her over one final time, with a hint of amusement, then walked back to the door to the apartment and wordlessly wedged the door shut with a dagger inserted firmly in the jamb.“Deal.”It took him a little longer to disrobe, as he had to lift the heavy mail shirt off, but shortly he was picking her up as if she weighed nothing and placing her on the bed.Her only experience with a man had been with the perfumed, effeminate, Pasha.The warrior was nothing like him. He smelled of metal,. " As I handed her the menus, she slid her hand across my back in such a way that it sent a current of warmth all over my body. I turned to see her sweet smile and become entranced as she strolled away.That night, Maria stayed to visit with me after she clocked out. Being only 18, she could not have a drink, so I made her a virgin strawberry daiquiri as I clean out the ice bin and restocked my supplies. As it was a slow night, there were no bar patrons. About 11:00, I locked the front door and. His body is heavily pressed against mine, I can feel the burning heat and hardness of his crotch against my arse and I think I like it. He’s still for a few moments, they’re only seconds but they pass like hours for me. I become aware of my short shallow breathes in the night air, my rapid heart thudding against my rib cage. He relaxes a little, breathing hot against my neck, making my skin tingle. His left hand is keeping me against the wall and his right hand is still roughly grasping my.