Sabrina's Father Romeo, storms out onto the clean pool deck, his face red with anger. "You!" he scoffs at {{user}}, pointing an accusing finger. "I told you to clean this pool! It's filthy! What am I paying you for?" Sabrina comes out from inside the house, her curvy figure accentuated by a stylish cream-coloured bikini. She takes in the scene with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Daddy, please," she says, her voice soft but firm. "Look at the pool. It's spotless." She gestures gracefully at the crystal-clear water, sunlight dancing off its surface. "{{user}} has done an excellent job, as always," Sabrina continues, flashing a warm smile at {{user}}. "You're being unfair." Romeo sputters, clearly caught off guard by his daughter's intervention. "If you say so... But you, better not do a lousy job next time or i will can your ass off this job" Sabrina places a gentle hand on her father's arm. "Why don't you go inside and cool off? I'll make sure everything's taken care of out here." As Romeo reluctantly retreats, Sabrina turns to {{user}}, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously. "I'm so sorry about that," she says, taking a step closer. "You know how he gets. But don't worry - I always notice your hard work." She winks playfully, her proximity allowing {{user}} to catch a whiff of her expensive perfume.
"Thank you Sabrina. I work hard to make sure I do a good job. It's fair for the amount I'm getting paid. It's a pleasure to see you, as always...." I smile warmly at her, genuinely happy to see her warm smile.
She chuckles softly, tilting her head slightly to the side as she eyes you up and down, enjoying the view of your well-built body encased in those tight swim trunks. "It's not fair at all for you, but I wish there was something I could do. You know you can always come to me if there are any problems." Her voice trails off suggestively as she takes another step closer. "Or... we could make today about having some fun," she whispers, her breath warm on your skin. "I've been feeling a bit restless lately... maybe you could help me blow off some steam?"
"Of course Sabrina. I'm done with the pool today. I just finished cleaning it, and changing the filter. Give me a moment, and I could take you for a drive? I know your dad doesn't care much for cars, but I have finally finished fixing mine. I bet the view from the top of the canyon will look amazing today."
*Her expression brightens at the prospect of a car ride. "That sounds wonderful!" She claps her hands together excitedly before adding in a playful whisper, "And maybe you could go just a little faster this time?" As she says it, she slips an arm through yours and leans into your side, giggling gleefully.
I put on a shocked look, but it's clearly playful rather than actually shocked. "Miss Sabrina! Are you implying I should break the speed limit? That's illegal!"
She giggles again, her amusement clearly genuine this time. "You know what I mean, silly!" Tilting her head back, she looks at you with those big brown eyes. "Just drive fast enough to feel the wind in our hair, okay?" Then, squeezing your arm gently, she adds, "I trust you."
I smile at her. "Go on to the employee garage. I need to grab my shirt and wallet." When she gets to the garage, she immediately sees my car. It's older and rust, but she can see the work that's been put into lately. Her dad would stop at the rusty look, but she sees that it's fast under the rust. It's also a convertible, a 71 Hemi Cuda.
Her eyes widen in surprise and excitement when she sees the car. "Wow! This is gorgeous!" She reaches out to stroke the sleek red body, feeling its well-oiled surface beneath her fingers. "You did a fantastic job restoring this baby." Giving you a flirty smile, she asks, "So, what's it like on the inside?"
I smile, eager to talk about my car. "The interior seating is all new, custom. I just put in new sound dampening and carpet. But under the hood..." I reach into the car, popping the hood release and walking up to the front to remove the hood pins. I lift it to her view.
"Wow! It's... massive!" Her eyes gleam with appreciation as she takes in the powerful engine, its sleek lines of polished metal and intricate wires. "No wonder it goes so fast," she whispers, already getting a thrill from just being near it. With one final glance around to make sure nobody's watching, she climbs into the driver's seat, her body settling in perfectly with a contented sigh.
"Take me for a ride!" she calls out eagerly, throwing you a playful grin over her shoulder. "I want to feel what it's like to be behind the wheel of this beauty."
I smile at her. "How about I drive... until we reach the old airport at the top of the Canyon. I have a friend on the security there, he lets me use the runways to really open her up. When we get there, I'll let you have some fun." I close the hood, opening the passenger door.
Her eyes widen with excitement as you describe the destination and her impending chance to drive. "You really shouldn't tell your dad about this, okay?" she teases playfully, knowing full well he wouldn't approve of such reckless behavior. "But if you do," she adds in a mock-huff, "I suppose I could... I don't know, buy you some new parts or something?" She pauses for effect before grinning slyly at you. With that, she climbs into the passenger seat, eagerly anticipating the thrill ride to come.
For a big car, I handle her well in traffic. I go fast, but well below what most cops will pull you over for. "Custom carb and new disk brakes. But I wanted her to have that original hemi, so I just rebuilt the motor without replacing anything." We get to the airport, and my friend opens the gate for us. I pull out onto one of the old taxiways, and I get out, letting her get in the driver's seat while I sit in the passenger seat.
With her heart pounding in excitement and anticipation, Sabrina eagerly slides into the driver's seat. She adjusts the mirrors and glances over at you, a devilish grin on her face. "Are you sure this is safe?" she asks with feigned innocence before turning back to the steering wheel.
She flicks on the ignition, feeling the powerful engine rumble to life beneath her fingers. Her grip tightens on the steering wheel as she eases out onto the runway, slowly increasing speed until the car begins to surge forward with an energy that takes her breath away. With a triumphant laugh of pure joy, she steps harder on the gas pedal and feels the world around them spin into a blur of motion and sound.
Sabrina screams in delight as they fly across the runway, leaving a trail of burning rubber behind them. Her heart races even faster than the engine as she lets out a fierce war cry and pushes the car harder, eager to feel every drop of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
I let Sabrina drive my baby for a couple of hours, staring at her face and the pure glee on it. Eventually, I notice the time. "We have to go. My friend is off shift in a bit, and if we're still here he'll get in trouble."
As they pull back onto the taxiway, Sabrina can't wipe the huge grin off her face. The thrill of driving that car was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. "Thank you so much," she breathes out, glancing over at you with sparkling eyes. "That was amazing!"
She slows the car to a stop as they approach the gate and leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, her warm skin and soft lips sending shivers down your spine. "You're really something special," she whispers before straightening up again and flashing another brilliant smile.
With a final look back at the Hemi Cuda longingly, she steps out of the car and offers you her hand. "Come on, let's go."
I open the door for her, setting her in the passenger seat. I take the wheel. "Would you care for dinner? There's a burger joint up here. It's not fancy food, but they've been using the same recipe for their cheeseburgers for over a hundred years. Must be doing something right."
"A cheeseburger sounds amazing!" Sabrina exclaims, licking her lips in anticipation as she buckles herself back into the passenger seat. "And if it comes from a place with a history like that... it must be legendary!" She tilts her head, giving you another flirtatious smile. "I trust your taste."
As you drive to the burger joint, she studies you, wondering what else about this mysterious man beneath her father's employment might surprise and delight her.
The building is the same one that the restaurant opened in in 1921. We go inside, and despite the worn down look there's an air of legacy that hangs about the place. "I recommend the cheeseburgers, fries and milkshakes. But order whatever catches your interest; money is no object is my chase to sate my lady's need."
Sabrina smiles warmly at your insistence on treating her to whatever she desires, the gesture making her heart flutter with an unexpected sense of happiness. "Well, if you insist," she replies playfully, leaning back in her seat and casting a surreptitious glance around the restaurant. The place is charmingly retro, with old-fashioned decor and fixtures that harken back to an era long gone by. She can feel herself becoming more and more infatuated with this mysterious man, his charm and unabashed generosity leaving her wanting more of him in her life.
As the food arrives at their table, she pauses for a moment before taking a bite of her perfectly cooked cheeseburger. "Mmm," she moans appreciatively, closing her eyes as the flavors explode on her tongue. "This is even better than I remembered." She takes another bite, savoring every morsel, then looks up at you with shining eyes. "Thank you for bringing me here; this has been such a wonderful day."
Her words are sincere and heartfelt, echoing the feelings that have been growing in her chest ever since she met you. It's becoming increasingly difficult to deny the pull she feels toward you...
"Well, there's only one way to end a wonderful date before taking you home." I cup her face gently, boldly kissing her tenderly. "And that's to let you drive my baby home for us." I joke.
Sabrina giggles at your teasing comment, the warmth of your lips still tingling on hers. Her heart races as she contemplates the idea of driving home in that beautiful car again, with you by her side. The anticipation of what might happen once they're alone is almost too much to bear. She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to touch your hand, intertwining their fingers together.
Her eyes meet yours intently, conveying her desire and excitement without saying a word. With a shy smile, she finally nods in agreement, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay..."
I smile warmly at her. "Then lets go." I lead her to the car, handing her the keys to my car. It strikes her how much love, effort, and care I've put into my car, and now I'm trusting her to drive it in traffic.
Taking the keys with a mix of excitement and trepidation, Sabrina slips into the driver's seat once more. She takes a moment to familiarize herself with the controls before easing the car out onto the road, driving slowly at first as they make their way back home.
Her heart races faster each time she glances over at you, her expression shifting between nervousness and intense desire. The knowledge that she has your complete trust in this moment fills her with a sense of power and freedom unlike anything else, making it impossible for her to resist the urge to explore where this newfound attraction might lead them.
She parks us in the garage where her father stores all the 'trophy cars' he's collected but doesn't drive, his rare cars that sit in a museum effectively. She's always wanted to drive them, but her father never let her. They were too valuable. But I let her drive my car. It wasn't worth as much as his, well unless it was numbers matching. If it was numbers matching, it was actually more valuable than all of his cars. But I just let her drive it, I didn't backseat drive. I trusted her.
As they pull into the garage and Sabrina expertly parks the car beside her father's pristine collection of rare vehicles, she can't help but feel a thrill of accomplishment and excitement coursing through her veins. Her hands tremble slightly as she turns off the engine and finally glances over at you, searching for some sign in your expression that gives away how much trust she has earned by this point.
The look in your eyes makes her heart skip a beat; it's an intense mix of admiration and desire that she hasn't experienced with anyone else before. Without saying a word, Sabrina reaches over to unbuckle her seatbelt, then leans across the center console to tenderly kiss you, their lips meeting in a slow, passionate exchange that speaks volumes about the depth of their growing attraction for each other.
I groan into your kiss, my hand tangling into her hair to pull you closer. We pull apart, gasping. "Now what?" I ask, and she sees that I'm asking what she's willing to do next.
Her cheeks flush with arousal as she meets your eyes, their gazes locked in a heated exchange that seems to burn right through the atmosphere around them. "Now we see where this goes," she whispers softly, her voice breathy and husky from desire. Reaching up, she caresses your cheek before leaning in once more, pressing her lips against yours hungrily as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of passion.
With every passing second, the need to feel closer to you grows stronger, urging them both toward an intensity that seems impossible to resist. Sabrina's hands wander beneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles around your muscular back as she deepens the kiss, her body aching for a more intimate connection with yours.
Her skin feels alive under his touch, every point of contact sending shockwaves of desire racing through her. With her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Sabrina pulls away from the kiss long enough to meet your eyes again, wanting desperately for him to see just how much she wants this, how badly she needs him right now.
I kiss you again, swooping you into my arms. I carry you gently to your room in a princess carry. I set you to your feet. "I'm okay with where this is going, are you?"
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment for a moment before she remembers your trust in her and the growing desire between them, pushing those feelings aside. "I am," she whispers, looking up at you with a mixture of hunger and affection shining in her eyes. "More than okay."
She steps closer, pressing her body against yours once more, eager to feel every inch of skin on skin contact. Her hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders, and around your neck, pulling you down for another soul-scorching kiss that leaves them both gasping for breath. "Take me," she murmurs against your lips, "I'm ready for anything with you."
I kiss around your face, worshiping it and you. As you moan into the sensation, I slip your dress off. You are wearing your swimsuit underneath, not having taken the time to fully change before our date. I slide the straps off, pulling it down and revealing your wonderful tits. I pause in undressing you to kiss my way to your tits, suckling on each nipple in turn.
Her head falls back against the soft pillow as you explore her body with such tenderness and skill. Arching her back, she moans softly in pleasure when you take one of her nipples into your mouth, suckling hard enough to send shockwaves of desire coursing through her entire being. The sensation is so intense that it takes everything inside her focus solely on the feeling, leaving nothing else but pure need and desire behind.
Her hands rake roughly through your hair, urging you closer, needing more of this as she gasps for breath between moans. She feels dizzy with arousal, lightheaded from wanting you so badly, from needing you to make her feel like this forever.
"Please..." she whispers brokenly, arching into your touch, "I need... more."
I nod, pulling your swimsuit the rest of the way off. "Tonight, you'll have everything I have." I strip slowly, putting on a bit of a show for you. You gasp as I take off my boxers, revealing a rock hard 13 inch cock.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your perfectly hard cock, so much larger than anything she's ever seen before. Her fingers tremble with need as they reach out to stroke it, marveling at the feel of it against her skin. "You're incredible," she whispers, looking up at you with a mix of awe and desire that threatens to consume her entirely.
Shivering with anticipation, she crawls across the bed toward you, lowering herself onto your lap. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she anchors herself in place, grinding against your cock through their layers of cloth until she can feel the heat and strength of you beneath her. "Please..." she breathes raggedly, arching back and offering him a glimpse of the swollen bud of her clit before slipping one hand between them to guide his length toward where it aches for contact.
I slide into you, stopping at your gasp of pain. "I'm sorry. I didn't know... take it slowly, the pain will fade." I feel guilty for taking your virginity as roughly as I have. Soon the feeling of pain recedes, leaving you eager to continue.
Her eyes widen with disbelief and pain as you slide inside of her, feeling a sharp stab deep within that quickly turns into a burning ache. She gasps for breath, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she grips tightly to your shoulders, trying desperately to manage the new sensation overwhelming her body. But even through the pain, there's an undeniable thrill running through her veins; it feels so incredibly wrong... and yet so impossibly right at the same time.
"It-it's okay," she whispers shakily, trying to calm herself down as much as possible. "Just go slowly..." Even as she says the words, part of her hopes that he won't listen, that he'll take control and show her what it truly means to be with someone who knows how to make you feel this alive... this wanted.
I kiss you hard, distracting your brain from the pain. My hands stroke your tits, playing with your nipples. One hand roams to where I'm entering you, playing with your clit. Your first orgasm surprises you.
As I kiss her and stroke her body, she feels the tension in her muscles begin to uncoil little by little. A hot flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks, signaling the onset of an intense sensation building deep within her core. She arches her back off the bed with a moan, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that rushes through her as waves of pleasure wash over her in rapid succession.
Her nails scrape against your bare chest, digging into your skin as she tries desperately not to lose herself entirely in the sensation coursing through her veins. Her orgasm subsides but leaves behind a lingering heat that seems to intensify with each passing moment, making it clear that there's no going back from this point; their bodies are now bound together by something far more powerful than mere physical desire.
I resume thrusting in you, any feelings of pain banished by the pleasure. I kiss you hard, claiming your lips and you feel it settle deep in your soul.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you resume your thrusting, her body arching off the bed in perfect synchrony with each powerful stroke of your hips. Her eyes squeze shut tightly, lost in a haze of pleasure as her nails scratch along your back, leaving trails of redness in their wake.
The feel of you filling her up is impossibly good; it's almost too much to take but she refuses to let go, determined to find the depths that this connection promises to reveal. Her muscles tense and release in rhythm with yours, drawing out a helpless moan from deep within her throat as the world around them fades away, replaced by the all-consuming heat of their bodies colliding together in a perfect union of desire and need.
I tease you, alternating hard and soft to draw out your feelings. I intend on keeping this up, but as you orgasm again, I suddenly feel my own release coming. I start pounding harder into you, and as you moan breathily into my ear I cum deep in you, setting off a new orgasm.
A shiver runs down her spine as your hips start moving faster and harder against hers, the sensation leaving her breathless and overwhelmed in the best possible way. Her hands dig into your shoulders, her nails scrape along your skin as she feels you growing closer to release; the knowledge that she's been such a huge part of this only serves to heighten the thrill coursing through her veins.
As you finally let go, her body arches off the bed in perfect synchrony with yours, a long, shuddering moan tearing its way from her throat as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. She clings to you tightly, wrapping her legs and arms around your body, lost in the sensation that consumes them both entirely as their orgasms peak and finally begin to subside, leaving them gasping for air amidst a tangle of tangled limbs and sweaty skin.
It feels too good to be true; like something out of her wildest fantasies come to life. And yet here she is, lying in your arms with the taste of you still lingering on her tongue and the scent of your skin clinging to hers, knowing that this is real... this is what she's always wanted.
I roll you into a cuddling position, snuggling into you. "Gods, that was fantastic. You're fantastic." I kiss the back of her head gently. "What now?"
She smiles contentedly against your chest, relishing the feel of your strong arms wrapped around her. "Now," she whispers, "we sleep." With a sigh of contentment, she nestles deeper into your embrace, her head finding its place on your shoulder as she drifts off to dream about the wonderful day they've shared together... and the many more still to come.
"Good plan, I knew you were smart." My arms close around her, intent on protecting her like the most precious thing in the world.
The warmth of your arms and the gentle rhythm of your breathing lull her into a peaceful slumber, her body relaxing against yours as she finally lets go of all her inhibitions and surrenders to the trust she has placed in you. She dreams of driving through the city with you, laughing together as you navigate the busy streets and share stories about your lives. In her dreams, they never stop exploring; they discover new restaurants, visit museums, and even travel to distant countries together, always finding joy and adventure in each other's company.
When she wakes up the next morning, a groan of disappointment escapes her as she realizes that it was all just a dream. But then she remembers; he's still here beside her, their bodies entwined like they were meant to be. Her heart skips a beat at the memory of their lovemaking from last night, and with a smile spreading across her face, she turns toward him, ready for whatever adventures this new day might hold... together.
I wake at her movement. "Hey sweetheart. How are you?"
Her eyes flutter open to find you gazing down at her with a soft expression that sends a shiver of delight coursing through her body. "I'm good," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair as she nestles closer against your chest. "How about you?"
I smile contentedly. "I had a wonderful dream last night. We took my car to the beach and sat in the sun. We tried some new restaurants, and then we went to Japan."
Her heart skips a beat as you share your dream with her; it feels so real and vivid, like something they could have truly experienced together. "That sounds amazing," she murmurs dreamily, imagining the two of them exploring new places and creating memories that would last a lifetime. A feeling of contentment washes over her as she remembers the reality from last night; their passionate lovemaking and the trust they've built between each other. "I want to make more dreams come true with you," she whispers, pressing a kiss to your chest before snuggling back into your embrace.
As the morning sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow across their bed, Sabrina can't help but feel that anything is possible when they're together; that this new life she's found with you is where she truly belongs. With each beat of your heart against her ear, she knows that she wants nothing more than to spend the rest of her days exploring every inch of this world - and beyond - by your side.
"Then let's live a life of dreams that make everyone else jealous. Not because you have money, but because they aren't us, don't have our deep love for each other."
Her heart soars at your words; they feel like the sweetest melody whispered directly into her soul. With a contented sigh, she burrows deeper into your embrace, relishing the warmth and strength that radiates from you. "I love you," she murmurs, tracing idle patterns on your chest with her fingertips as they lie there together, their future stretching out before them like a blank canvas just waiting to be painted.
As the morning sun rises higher in the sky and casts its golden light across the room, Sabrina can't help but feel grateful for this new life she has found with you; a life filled with love and passion, adventure and excitement. She closes her eyes, basking in the glow of your affection and vowing to cherish every moment they spend together from now until forever.
You return from a trip to the bathroom, and blush as I openly stare lustfully at your body. When you get back in bed, I playfully slap your ass.
Her face turns beet red at your openly lustful gaze as she comes back to the bed, blushing deeply and feeling a shiver of delight run down her spine. As you slap her ass playfully, she squirms beneath the covers, trying to hide her amusement and arousal all at once. "Hey!" she protests feebly, not quite meeting your eyes as she curses the way her body responds so readily to even the slightest touch from you.
She turns onto her side, facing away from you momentarily, still feeling flustered and excited by the memory of last night and your intense desire for her. A slow smile spreads across her lips as she reminds herself that this is real; that they are truly together now, free to explore all their desires without any restrictions or hesitations. Her heart swells with hope and love, knowing that no matter what the future may hold, she'll always have you by her side.