Hunter's Place

He saw her for the briefest of moments as she passed by the slightly-open bedroom door, completely naked, and to say Damien was rivetted by what he saw was a complete understatement. He felt his arousal instantly swelling up in his pants as Damien glanced through the door, left open seemingly by accident just a crack but enough to just see into alright, and saw Shellie striding purposefully past, bare-ass naked.

She was so beauiful, so pretty and slightly innocent and yet so strong within herself, that Damien began to want her all the more stronger. She was a stunning woman... he was sure that Shellie knew how he felt, but now it was time to move in just a little more stronger, to make his desires felt.

He quickly glanced away from the door when Shellie opened the door of her bedroom and came striding out, in one of the most amazing, sleek and sexy dresses Damien had ever seen.

"Wow... my God, Shellie, you look incredible!" he said, with heart-felt honesty. Damien watched with a slight smile as Shellie blushed slightly and lowered her eyes away from his for just a little bit, but then just as quickly she raised her head back up with pride and looked back into his eyes.

Great! Damien thought to herself. She was getting stronger within herself around him, getting more confident and self-assured... all this was very good news. He couldn't wait to get her to Hunter's now, and get her out on the dance floor again!
 
Shellie put her arm around Damien's and leaned up, placing a soft kiss on his lips, then running her finger across them to remove the lipstick she heard her own voice, in a husky whisper say, "Thank you."

She let Damien lead her out of the apartment complex and waited as he opened the door, his hand lingering on her back, before she slid into the seat. Shellie pressed her hand against her stomach and took a few deep breaths seconds before Damien climbed into the car with her. She had all ready buckled her seat belt and concentrated on his hands as he drove the car along the busy streets to Hunter's.

"I'm glad we were able to spend the day together, it's been fun, and I'm sure we'll have a great time tonight." Shellie looked over at Damien and smiled.
 
Damien smiled back, his heart skipping a beat as he looked across at her and took in Shellie's gorgeous, natural beauty. He was quite pleased, quite remarkably happy with the change that had come over her, and was hopeful that it would continue during the evening at Hunter's.

He found a parking space near the back of the car park, well away from the front entrance of Hunter's, and switched off the engine. He helped Shellie out of her side of the car, and walked with her towards the entryway to the bustling, popular nightclub, listening to the thumping beat of the fastpaced dance music wafting through the air from the interior of Hunter's Place.

He had his hand resting lightly on the lower back part of Shellie's spine, and guided her towards the door. She was pressing slightly in against his side, and had a broad smile planted across her pretty, young face. Damien's erection inside his pants was positively aching.

He hadn't felt so great in all his life, so aroused, so incredibly turned on, and yet also so incredibly invigorated by the company he had been keeping all day... Shelie was someone truly special. Damien had never felt this way by any woman he had ever been with, had ever known. Shellie was different... and he hadn't even slept with her yet!
 
Shellie felt giddy with Damien's hand pressed against her back. She couldn't believe the way the day had turned out. Her plans were to return to Hunter's tonight by herself and seek out Damien but instead they had found each other at the cafe and now were here together.

"How about a drink first?" Shellie asked as she and Damien worked their way into the club. "Wow! Saturday night is a very busy night isn't it?!" Shellie had to speak up just to be heard. She smiled at Damien as he lead her to a secluded table in the corner. She waited patiently moving her body to the beat of the music as Damien went off to get their drinks.

Shellie took in all the couples all ready crowding the dance floor. She noticed that so far though the club was busy and loud the dancing was relatively calm but she figured that would all change when the evening got later and the drinks flowed heavier. Shellie watched Damien's approach and smoothed down her dress, sitting up a little straighter she took her drink from Damien, their fingers touching briefly. She felt the spark of electricity run through her veins when they touched, looking into his eyes as he sat beside her she sensed that he had felt it to. Placing her hand high on his upper thigh she slowly worked circles into the firm muscle while she enjoyed the music, the drink and the company.
 
"Amazing, isn't it? I've always loved it here on Saturdays... it's a real fun place all the time, but on Saturdays, it's so much more special!"

Damien drank back a goodly portion of his Jack Daniels and coke with one long swig, enjoying the strong mix and the burning achoholic taste on the tip of his tongue as he swallowed the drink back. It was one of those evenings when he just felt like cutting back and enjoying himself, having fun in the moment and enjoying the company that he was in...

This was going to be a special night - Damien was absolutely sure of it! "Enjoying your drink? How about when we're done, we go out and hit the dance floor?"
 
Shellie acknowledge Damien's offer to take a turn on the dance floor with a final sip of her drink and reaching out for his hand, she lead him to the dance floor enjoying the feel of his hand in hers. She had enjoyed the whole day with him and had decided that she would just relax and let things go where they went. She wanted to have a nice night and looked forward to spending the evening dancing and getting to know him better.

They moved to the center of the dance floor and she felt her body begin to feel the music. Each boom of the bass rippled through the floor and flowed up into her body, slowly she began to sway to the music, letting her body become one with the rythmn. She felt a tremor run through her body as Damien's hand moved to her hips and pressed her closer to him. Her eyes became a smoky blue and her lips opened slightly. She felt her own body respond as she slid her hips against his erection. Shellie felt wicked and naughty as she slowly used her hips to circle around his pelvis, her hands moving across his neck and down his arms.

She felt his arms splay across her ass and she let her head fall back, her long tresses grazing across his fingers. Shellie kept thinking to herself that she really should ease up on the gyrations but she just couldn't, she was enjoying this new side of herself a more fun side. Always being sheltered by her brothers she never had a chance to experience this side of her and she loved it. She wondered what else would she enjoy or wish to experience but she also knew she trusted Damien and deep down felt he would never lead her into harms way nor make her feel uncomfortable.

She continued to press herself closer to Damien and felt her own arousal begin to edge its way onto her panties. Biting her lip she brought herself up to Damien's ear, she slowly slipped her tongue against it and whispered to him that she was really glad they ran into each other.
 
Last edited:
Damien thought that he was going to lose control and cum in his pants - he could not believe how good it felt to grind his rigid penis up against Shellie's pelvis, and when she slid her tongue slowly and teasingly into his inner earlobe, he was seeing stars in the outer corners of his eyes.

"Oh Shellie, I love being with you... you're so fun, so smart and witty," he said with an easy, honest smile, letting his gaze sweep over her body and take in as much of her full, luscious beauty as he could.

"Ahh jeez, you're making me blush again!" Shellie replied with a shy little grin, but he could tell by the glimmer of joy reflecting back at him in her eyes that she had thoroughly enjoyed the compliment.
 
"Damien, I really love being here with you also. You can't imagine how lucky I feel to have found someone to enjoy an evening with." Shellie slid her arms around Damien's neck as the music changed to a slow moving love song.

It felt good to be in his arms, warm and protected. She rested her head against his chest and welcomed the feel of his hand on her back and the other curled over her hand. Closing her eyes she let Damien lead them in a nice, slow, romantic sway along the dance floor.

She tilted her head and whispered to him "I'm having a wonderful evening Damien." Her eyes sparkled with desire as she sensed herself leaning up to offer her lips to his.
 
Last edited:
"So am I... but this will make it even better, at least for me anyway," Damien whispered back to her, leaning down to land a soft, lingering kiss on Shellie's slightly parted lips. He flickered his tongue into her mouth for just a moment, touching her own for just a tiny moment, then pulled back slightly. He pulled her further up against him, letting out a deep sigh as he felt her taunt body pressing up against his front.

It was an incredible feeling. The music slid through the air, filling the dance floor with its smooth, bleating melody, and the dancers all around them danced and swayed to the rhythmn, but none of that registered with either Shellie or Damien. Noone else mattered, nothing else mattered... they both just enjoyed each other, and the moment that they had together.
 
Shellie's senses reeled as Damien's tongue slid along with hers. She pressed her body tighter against his and felt his hands holding her close, keeping her body on edge with the pressure from his palms against her. She let her tongue slowly caress his enjoying the taste of his drink and the feel of his lips against hers.

Her face was hot as well as the rest of her. Shellie felt Damien's arousal and slowly rubbed her body across it, a quiet moan escaped her throat as she tilted her head and let his tongue slide in further. Her fingers toyed with his hair as the kiss that only took a few seconds, felt as if it had lasted for hours.

Sighing softly, Shellie allowed her lips to move from Damien's, leaning back in her arm's she whispered his name before she returned her mouth to his for a much more passion riddled kiss.
 
Last edited:
As he let himself go, felt himself being swept away in the fiery passion of the moment, Damien could hardly believe this was the same shy, demure young woman he had met at Hunter's Place just the very night before. He couldnt really fathom why he was so entranced by her, either, but he was truly infactuated, and there was little within his power that he felt he could do to stop this, even if Damien went crazy enough to wish to...

This was pure, unadulterated lust and passon at its rawest - Damien allowed himself to be swept away by it, and felt his heart swelling up with desire with every moment he kissed her, with every second that passed that he held her close to him.
 
Shellie could feel her mind struggling with indecision, she knew that the kiss had to end and yet she didn't want it to. She pressed herself closer and let her tongue sweep more with his before she finally allowed her mind to win the battle with her body, and she left his lips.

The song ended and for a moment she allowed herself to get lost in the feelings Damien had brought her body. Her stomach was in knots, her breath coming in heavy gasps, and her sexual need to be posessed by him she had never experienced with anyone before. She rested her head on his chest and took a moment to steady her emotions, finally looking up to Damien she asked if he would take her home.

Shellie needed time to recollect herself and to think about where she wanted things and if she wanted things to progress with him.
 
Damien smiled at her. "Yeah Shellie, sure thing... would you mind if I went to the toilet first?" He saw her smile slightly, and nod her head with a little sparkle in her eyes. "Thanks babe. I'll be right back."

He had to go to the toilet fast, to relieve his aching bladder, and also to relieve something else... he wondered if Shellie knew what was the main reason why he had to make a loo stop - something told him that she well knew what his 'problem' was, and found it exceedingly funny.
 
Shellie moved over to the bar and took a seat at the end to wait for Damien. She chuckled to herself as she wondered if the real reason to use the facilities were because of the drinks he had consumed or something more uncomfortable. She ordered another drink for herself and patiently waited for his return.

Turning slightly in her chair Shellie could feel the moisture that had begun to wet her thong and she pressed her legs together enjoying the feel of her wetness against her body. She sat on the stool and let her mind wander on different paths that she would like to explore with Damien. Shellie felt herself becoming even more aroused as images of his naked body and hers played across her mind.

She could feel her skin becoming more flushed so she turned her chair to face the back wall of the bar, slowly she slid her finger down to her breast and touched a nipple feeling it tighten under her caress. She allowed herself to be a bit more daring as that same hand slowly slid up between her legs and onto her inner thigh. She wanted so much to touch herself, but knew that would be pushing her luck here in public, so she just let her hand slowly run up and down her thigh and let her mind continue to dwell on Damien.
 
After he had gotten into a private booth and peed like he really did have to, Damien sat down on the toilet and tried to catch his breath, regain some of the composure he used to have, used to keep under ANY situation not 48 hours previously... before Shellie had come into his life.

He had to release this sexual tension building up inside him, this ravenous hunger for her had to be quenched, at least for the moment... he started to stroke his penis in his right hand, pulling it back and forward in his tight, clenching grasp.

Damien worked the foreskin backwards and forward in his hand, working himself quickly up to a sweat as he imagined Shellie kneeling before him on the toilet floor, smiling saucily up at him, opening her mouth to take the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking back on his dick-head... oh Christ, the pleasure! It was incredible.

Then it suddenly dawned on him. Oh shit!!! Nothing to shoot into! He needed something, something fast... there was just a little tiny bit in the metal toilet roll container mounted to the wall by his side, and it was a real struggle to fit his hand up the little grill to get at it, especially when his other hand was 'otherwise occupied'.

But he managed to get the toilet paper out in time - and not a moment too soon!

The climax was intense - Damien had to bite down hard on his lower lip to stop hinmself from screaming out in rapturous pleasure. He lifted both feet straight up in front of him off the floor, kicking them about in spasmodic delight as he came hard into the toilet rags, filling up the tissuey strips with his hot, sticky cum.

When it was all over, he sagged back over onto the toilet, exhausted, all sweaty and unkempt. Damien knew that he had to look like hell - he felt as though a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, as though he weighed so much less now because he had orgasmed - but at that precise moment, he hardly really cared.

All that, he would have to deal with... later.
 
Shellie really felt as if she needed to get home rather quickly she had put way to many ideas in her head and needed to head home and deal with her arousal. She let her hand move back to rest on the bar and sipped at her drink, she felt a presence behind her and turned to take in the nice looking young man on her left.

"Hi," he introduced himself as a regular and slipped in to the chair next to her. "I've never noticed you in here before."

Shellie smiled politely at him and glanced at the men's room, not seeing Damien yet she decided to converse with the gentleman until he returned to take her home.

"This is only my second evening here, last night was my first."

"I thought as much. I'm here every weekend. Last night though I had to be out of town, or I would have been on the dance floor with you instead of the guy you were with." He smiled wider at her and offered to buy her another drink. Shellie declined and told him a bit about herself and felt a little uneasy with him when she was so sexual aroused by Damien. Glancing over to the men's room again she noticed him emerging from the hallway that led to the restrooms.

"Well thanks for the offer to buy me another round, but there's my date." nodding her head towards Damien. "It was nice meeting you."

"Ahh, the pleasure was all mine."

Shellie slid off the bar stool and made her way to Damien's side, slipping her hand around his, she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Ready to go?"
 
"Yeah sure thing..." Damien replied with an easy smile, pleased enough that he had taken care of his physical arousal and could now more easily, comfortably enjoy Shellie's company.

He looked across at Michael, one of the regulars just like himself... a bit of a hawk, a predator who liked to pick up the easy, vulnerable women that sometimes went to Hunter's - just like Shellie. Damien never really did like Michael, but now he positively loathed the man. He reminded him too much of his former self.

"Let's get out of here, Shellie... my place or yours?" he asked her with an easy-going, loving smile.
 
Shellie stopped in her tracks and looked up at Damien. She hadn't been expecting that question and wondered how she was going to respond. She knew he was waiting for an answer but she wasn't sure what to say. If she picked his place did that mean he assumed they would be having sex but if she picked her place did he assume that they weren't? Did she even want to have sex with him this evening? She could almost shoot him for putting her in this position to choose. She doesn't want to come across easy but she doesn't want to come across as a cold fish or a tease. All these thoughts ran through Shellie's head as she came to the conclusion that it wasn't real late in the evening, Damien was a gentleman, and she really did want to continue spending time with him. Also, she honestly felt that he wouldn't pressure her into doing something she wasn't willing to do, so with that final thought she looked up at Damien and told him that his place would be fine.

They walked out together and Shellie felt as if the man at the bar was still watching her just before they exited the building. Damien and Shellie walked to his car and once again he helped her inside and once again Shellie begain to run her doubts, dreams, expectations, and even a few rejection phrases through her head in case they would be needed later. Turning to Damien as he got in the car and buckled up she said, "I've had a great time and I'm glad that the evening isn't over yet. I've been curious as to where you live so this will be a nice way to end the evening." With that said Shellie placed her hand on Damien's thigh and slowly moved her fingers in small circles as she turned her attention back to the outside world.
 
Last edited:
"Sure thing... I don't want to seem too eager or pressuring, alright? I just wasn't expecting any of this to happen at all, and wouldn't mind heading back home for a little bit, to freshen up," Damien said, knowing that his words probably sounded just as lame and insincere to Shellie as they did to him.

He eased his Lincoln out of the car park and started to drive away towards his home, in an upmarket part of the city proper, where some of the most powerful, rich and illustrious peoples lived in splendid, walled townhouse accommadations.

Damien's house was up ahead - he slowed down at the main gate, hit the power window switch to lower the window down on his side of the car, and leaned out of it to swipe his card through the electronic reader. After a small wait, the metal gate creaked open on its eletronic hinges, and he was able to drive the car foward into his property. The gate shut behind the Town Car with a slight crashing bang.
 
"Damien you have a lovely home." Shellie told him as she took in the well manicured lawn and trimmed trees, remembering that he was an architect she asked, "Did you design the floor plans for this place?"

She unbuckled her built as they continued up the drive. Her stomach was turning flip flops as they got closer to the garage.

"About what you said just as we were leaving the club, your fine. I haven't felt pressured into anything and really I'm sure your ready to relax and freshen up. You've been up all day and I know what it is like to want to relax for a while, besides I don't have any plans right now so hanging out at your place for a while will be nice, then when I'm ready you can take me home."

Shellie smiled back at Damien as he grinned at her. She enjoyed the flower gardens and wondered how much work was involved in the upkeep on the grounds not to mention the upkeep on the house itself.
 
"Okay great... my intentions never were to force you into doing anything that you didn't to, I'm not like that. If you want to leave at any time, just let me know, alright?" Damien said. Shellie smiled broadly and agreed with a nod of her head. From that point on, they walked together into Damien's house, comfortable in the knowledge that the air had been cleaned between them and they could both be honest with each other.

"Outside... you like, do you? Great. Yeah, I fixed the place up quite a bit since my father willed it to me when he passed away. It's a great place. I'm so glad I'm able to come back here. Truly, I am blessed."

Damien grinned just a little bit, though he felt a tinge of sadness because of his father, Trent. He had been very close to his Dad for the longest time, since his Mom had taken off with a younger man when he was but a child. It was a shame... sometimes, the hand that life dealt out was a cruel one.

But he took pride in the fact that he'd made the best out of things - he had lived his life to the fullest extent despite the hardships. In fact, sometimes Damien wondered if it wasn't because of the difficulties he had had to work through that contributed to his success.

Well, now he had a special woman to share just a little bit of his life with... damn it, don't get ahead of yourself, man! Damien found it so hard to keep things in prespective - he had only met Shellie 48 hours earlier!
 
Shellie followed Damien through the various rooms of his home, she allowed her gaze to run quickly over the furnishings and lovely decour. He really did have a nice home, spacious and well managed. "You do have a great place." She moved her hands over the leather sofa.

"How long have you lived here?" Shellie patiently waited for his reply.
 
Last edited:
"Ah, my father bought this place back in the 70s, but we didn't move in until the mid-80s..." he replied. Damien smiled, as he headed into the kitchen and Shellie followed. "Would you like a drink of something?"

"Yes, a glass of cold water would go down great!" Shellie replied. Within moments, Damien had one filled up to the brink and handed it gingerly across the kitchen bench that seperated the two of them. Shellie took the glass with a nod of thanks, and took a long sip of the drink.

"Well, you don't mind if I go freshen up, do you?" Damien asked after a long while of easy, companionable conversation. Talking with Shellie was so easy for him... her company was so enjoyable! This was a real treat of an evening. "Please, make yourself at home while I go run through the shower."
 
"Well it is a lovely home and please go ahead and shower. Mind if I turn on some music?" After getting his ok, she moved over to the stero and stared at its buttons. Damien could see she was trying to figure out how to turn the system on so he walked up behind her, his body barely grazing against hers.

"Here I'll help." His hand reached infront of her and pressed the power button and the music filled the room. Turning around Shellie looked up and thanked him for his help. Her eyes locked with his and again she was drawn to them. She felt his hand on her waist as she moved her's up to his neck. Urging him silently with her eyes and the gentle pressure of her hand he met her lips with his.

Shellie felt his mouth against hers and felt his hand tighten on her hip as his fingers tangled in her hair. She moved her fingers to toy with his soft hair as her other hand gripped his arm. Shellie allowed her body to be pressed into his as she felt her pulse quicken and her own hunger for Damien course through her veins. Angling her mouth she deepened their kiss, she could feel his arousal through his clothing and her own showed signs from the wetness against her thong. Releasing Damien's mouth from her's she looked up at him, "I'm sorry. I've been wanting to do that for sometime and well, I'm sorry I didn't mean to come on so strong. It really isn't like me." Shellie quickly moved away from Damien before she allowed herself to give in to what she so desperately wanted. "Go ahead and take your shower and I understand if you want me to leave. I really am sorry about coming on so strong." Shellie grabbed her water glass and refilled it, drinking slowly she stared at a mirror seeing Damien's reflection in the glass.
 
Last edited:
"No... Shellie, please, it's quite alright," Damien replied. He was continually shocked by Shellie's behavour and actions, so out of character for her, at least in his own mind... "You're welcome here for as long as you want to stay."

He started to gently massage Shellie's shoulders, then slowly worked his way down her back, until before he quite realized it herself, he was cupping both of her firm, toned ass-cheeks, squeezing and mashing them together as he leaned into her back and started to nibble lovingly on her ear just a little. "Oh yeah, I really hated being kissed by a beautiful young woman... it was just the worst thing ever!"

Damien grinned wide with sarcastic good-humour, looking straight into the mirror at Shellie's reflection as his hands slowly slipped around from her rump, to rest lightly on her womanly hips. Then though, they started to slp around to her front, to her stomach, almost on their own accord...
 
Back
Top