Saving Maddie - Sex Stories

Saving Maddie

... her through a couple alleys. The Funny Bone was just finishing a set and there were several people coming out of that establishment and so we mingled with them and made our way to the discrete entrance to my apartment. I had already found out that she had ridden a bus to the club, was supposed to meet friends there, but never found them. She had admitted to letting the two thugs buy her some drinks, but she was adamant that she had not done anything else. I asked if she wanted me to call her a cab and that was when she realized that someplace along the line she had lost her clutch with all of her money in it. I swore, buzzed myself into the apartment and led her upstairs. When we got inside, I took my jacket from her, hung it up in the coat closet. When I turned around I got my first real look at the red-headed imp that had caused me so much trouble. She was average in height but extraordinary in every other way. As she stood to the side of the window looking out into the street below, her long thin, perfectly tapered legs rose perfectly into the sexy swell of hips and ass that would be the envy of Instagram heathens everywhere! She had a tiny little waist and then a nice taper up to shoulders that were square and feminine. Her dark red hair fell in waves down to about her shoulder blades. Her skin was naturally pale, but had more color than most gingers he had met. More color and less freckles, though there were enough to give her a young girl appeal. “So is there someone I ...

... can call to get you a ride home?” I asked and she turned and I could see a the trail of tears that had been running down her face. “No, I just…. If I could stay here a little bit. I can probably call one of my friends to come pick me up once everything outside settles down a little more.” “Well, if you are going to be a guest in my apartment, I guess I need to know at least one thing.” She looked at me as she sniffled as if dreading what I was going to require. “Will you at least tell me your name?” She laughed and wiping her nose with the back of her hand, she walked over to me extending her hand and said, “I’m sorry. My name is Maddie. Maddie O’Roarke and yes, I am Irish all the way through with both sets of grandparents coming to America in 1946. So be warned, forewarned I have a temper!” I laughed and shook her hand and then motioned for her to sit down as I turned to a couple of bottles I had on the kitchen bar. “I will be certain to remember that Maddie! I am Bryan and I am also thirsty, would you care to have a nightcap before you call your friends?” I made our drinks and sat down in the chair across from where she had sat down on the couch. It is a low couch. It is not a couch designed for women in five inch heels. Her knees were higher than her hips and as she sat back and relaxed with her drink I found myself looking at where legs became hips, torso and a shadowed place where I became increasingly curious about. She asked me what I did to have such a great space and ...