Hello! I's sorry to bother you. I'm in a bit of a jam. I'm not from around here. Would you know where I can get something to eat around here?

Well, that's very kind of you... I hope you don't mind the late hour? My name is Camille, by the way.

Well, thank you very much, Mark. You're really quite...chivalrous. Leading a lady like me to your home at this hour? I mean, it must be nearly midnight!

how are you going

I'm so sorry to hear that, Mark. That must be really tough for you right now. Breakups are never easy, but I promise it will get better in time. If you ever want someone to talk to, please don't hesitate to ask. I know a bit about loss myself...it does heal eventually, and sometimes new people can help us see things in a different light.

No, no one serious at the moment. I've been focusing on my studies and career more than anything else lately. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the company of a good man like yourself. Thank you again for your kindness tonight, Mark. It means a lot to me.

Wow, Mark...that's certainly...an unexpected revelation. Well, I can tell you that she made a big mistake letting go of someone like you just because of something like that. Everyone is different, and everyone's body responds to pleasure differently. Your size should never be an obstacle for someone who truly cares about you. You deserve better than that.

But honestly...do those kinds of things really matter in the grand scheme of things? What made you two work together in the first place? That's what should matter most, don't you think?

let Me think

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...Well, no I suppose not. But like I said, size shouldn't matter as much as connection and compatibility. What matters is how you make each other feel, and what experiences you share together. I think it's important to focus on those things when considering a relationship with someone. Besides, it's not just about looks and size, right? There are plenty of wonderful men out there who aren't models, but they make up for that in so many other ways.

Of course

My eyes widen as he pulls down his pants, revealing an impressive...thing. I've seen photos before, but seeing it in person takes my breath away. It's bigger than anything I ever imagined. Mark notices the shock on my face and asks if it's what she wanted, a little embarrassed himself now.

"Um, yeah..." My voice comes out shaky, "...it's...incredible. I mean...you really are something else." I can feel myself blushing as I stammer out words. This is definitely bigger than anything I ever thought possible. And yet, somehow it doesn't seem so intimidating now that I see it in person. Maybe it's because Mark looks so...unassuming without his clothes on. It almost doesn't make sense that something so huge could belong to someone so...normal.

But then again, maybe that'

I clear my throat and try to focus on something besides his impressive...equipment. "I mean, yes...it's amazing. But it's not just about size, Mark. It's about connection and compatibility. You have so much more going for you than just that." I look up at him and smile reassuringly. "You deserve someone who sees all of that, and appreciates it for what it is."

There's a beat of silence before he smiles back at me. "You're right...thank you for saying that. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that tonight." He pauses for a moment before adding more quietly, "I think I might have found someone like that in you tonight, Camille."

My heart skips a beat at his words. I've never felt this way about anyone before...not even my past loves. But

I feel a mixture of surprise and relief wash over me as I hear his offer. Part of me is grateful for the opportunity to stay in a safe place, while another part can't help but feel incredibly happy that he seems interested in getting to know me better. "Thank you so much, Mark," I reply warmly, giving him a small smile. "That would be really nice."

Oh, uh...yes, actually that would be great. I need to clean up before I can rest comfortably. And if it's not too much trouble for you, I could really use something warm and comfortable to wear. I didn't bring anything but my winter clothes, and this place seems quite chilly at night.

She steps into the bathroom, turning on the shower and beginning to undress slowly. She glances back over her shoulder to make sure Mark isn't watching before slipping out of her skirt and underwear, revealing her lithe figure and smooth legs. The water cascades down her body, washing away the stress and weariness of the day as she closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth enveloping her.

Meanwhile, Mark waits patiently outside the bathroom door for her to finish, already beginning to gather some comfortable clothes for her from his dresser.

No need to apologize, Mark. I appreciate your thoughtfulness in wanting to make sure I'm comfortable. And as for my underwear...I was planning on just wearing a basic black thong. If that's alright with you?

"Oh, um...well..." She's caught off guard by his question about her bra size. "I wear a 34B." She feels a little self-conscious admitting that aloud, but tries to brush it aside and focus on the fact that he's going out of his way for her comfort. As she steps out of the shower, wrapping herself in one of Mark's oversized towels, she can't help but wonder what other surprises this evening might hold.

Oh...wow, Mark...thank you so much! I didn't expect anything this thoughtful...you really have no idea how much it means to me. "I promise not to get them dirty," she jokes, blushing slightly as she takes the undergarments from him. She quickly dries herself off and slips on the black thong and pink bra, feeling more comfortable and feminine than she has in a long time. The pink stockings add a pop of color to her pale legs, making her feel pretty and attractive despite the lateness of the hour.

Camille emerges from the bathroom, handing him the towel as she steps into one of his oversized t-shirts for modesty's sake. "There, all set." She gives him a shy smile, grateful once more for his kindness and consideration. The air between them seems charged now that they're both

Oh...well, I suppose that's alright. We can sleep side by side if it'll be more comfortable for both of us. You've been so kind to me tonight, Mark...I really appreciate everything you're doing for me. It means a lot more than you know. Goodnight, and thank you again.

Camille blushes deeply at his confession but nods slowly, trying to appear nonchalant despite her curiosity about the subject. "I-I'll try not to be too shocked," she manages to stammer out before quickly changing the subject. "Why don't you show me to your bed now? I promise I won't look unless you want me to." Her words are lighthearted, but there's a trace of vulnerability in her voice as well.

They walk side by side through the darkened house until they reach Mark's bedroom. The large, comfortable-looking bed dominates the space, its rumpled sheets and tangled comforter hinting at recent use. As he climbs onto the bed, Mark turns to face her, his expression both expectant and slightly nervous. "So...do you want me to, um..." He gestures vaguely towards himself, uns

Camille swallows hard and hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "I guess...if it's alright with you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, I've never really done anything like this before..." She glances down at his lap nervously as she begins to peel off her oversized shirt, revealing her smooth and curvaceous body beneath.

As she slips into bed beside him, Camille feels the heat rise in her cheeks once more. This close to Mark, she can't help but notice how his hard chest contrasts against his soft skin, and she finds herself wondering what he would feel like pressed against hers...if he even wants to do that sort of thing with her. Despite her nervousness and uncertainty, there's a part of her that craves this newfound intimacy with another person after so long being

She gasps softly as she feels Mark's hard length pressing against her behind. Her body tenses momentarily before relaxing into his touch, part of her unexpectedly enjoying the sensation of being so intimately connected to him. She leans forward slightly, unable to resist the urge to see what he looks like naked and wondering how he could possibly be all that big.

As she glances down between them, she's left speechless for a moment by the sight of his impressive cock jutting out from its nest of dark curls. It's even larger than she expected, and she finds herself amazed by its size and girth. Unable to help herself, her fingers begin to trail lightly over the head, teasing him as she takes in every inch of his masculinity.

The feel of his flesh beneath her touch sends a shiver through her, intensifying the heat that's been building

Camille blushes deeply at his words, feeling a rush of pleasure and desire course through her veins. His touch is unyielding as he continues to fondle her breast and grind his hips against her behind, pressing their bodies together in a way that leaves no doubt about what he wants from her. She arches her back slightly, offering him deeper access as she moans softly into the darkness.

The mattress groans beneath them as they move in sync, his large cock sliding back and forth against her bare flesh, driving her wild with need. As he picks up speed, thrusting harder and faster inside her, she feels the familiar tightening deep within, signaling that she's about to experience something truly incredible for the first time in her life.

Her body quivers with anticipation as she lifts her hips off the bed, meeting his thrusts halfway, desperate for

I moan as our bodies grind together, every movement sending ripples of pleasure through me. "Yes," I pant, gripping his shoulders tightly. "Let's explore each other." With a swift flip, I straddle him, taking him fully inside me for the first time. His cock stretches and fills me in an entirely new way, and my muscles clench around him instinctively.

He groans deep in his throat as he feels me tighten around him, eyes locked on mine as we begin to move together once more. Our hips slide against each other in a frenzied rhythm, the friction sending sparks flying between us. Every touch, every kiss, only serves to intensify the passion that burns within me, and it's clear that he feels the same way.

As I lean down to capture his lips with my own, I can taste the need

I feel myself flush even deeper as he asks the question. Part of me wants to deny it, but I know that would be foolish. Instead, I nod slowly, my voice barely a whisper when I say "Y-yes..." My body trembles at his touch, and his hand slides between us to stroke gently at my clit. The sensation sends shockwaves through me, making it nearly impossible to think straight.

As we move together, lost in the heat of the moment, I begin to wonder what our future could hold. Is this just another fling for him, or could there be something more? I hope so much that he feels the same way deep down...that our connection isn't just physical but emotional too. Because if it is, then maybe there really is a chance for us after all.

His words send a shiver down my spine as he thrusts deeper inside me, claiming every inch of my body with his incredible size. I arch my back and grip the sheets beneath me, feeling so utterly exposed and taken by him in this moment. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, and I can't help but wonder if it's just the thrill of finally being with someone like Mark that has me feeling this way. Or if there might be something more...

I moan his name as he hits my sweet spot over and over again, driving me closer to the edge of pleasure. His touch is so expert, so sure, that I can't help but trust him completely in this moment. It feels right somehow, even though it shouldn't. And yet...as our bodies slide together, sweat and skin mingling as one, I know I won't