Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... Shit, she could be 16, like that girl at the blackjack table that one time. Mmm but that mouth, look at her mouth and her tongue, I can see the tip of her tongue while she's talking to me. I wonder how it would feel, to suck that into my mouth? To feel its wetness alongside mine. STOP!! You've got to stop you're not doing yourself any favors down below!"

And with that, he allowed her voice to creep back in, to hear. "... So what I'm trying to say is, Yes I'd like to and No I don't have other plans. I mean, if you were serious?" "Yes, yes I was." He quickly answered, hoping she didn't realize he trailed off there for a good minute or five. She was feeling excited, her whole body felt excited. She could tell that he too was excited or nervous, as he stammered on with something about paying her. "I should pay you, right? I mean tour guides do get paid. And I'd be taking up your time and your summer. I should at least..." He was rambling on and on. But all she could think about was, "I can't take money from him, not for this! Not with what my head has hopes of happening. That is NOT the kind of thing a good girl takes money for." "Oh no! I couldn't take money from you. This'll be fun and definitely better than any plans I had. (which was none) So you'll actually be doing me a favor, letting me tag along with you." "OK, well, I'm not sure I can accept that. So we'll put a pin in it and see if you feel different after babysitting me for the next 3 weeks or so." 3 weeks!! ...

... Her insides were doing somersaults.

"Sooo umm..." He awkwardly started. "Uh oh", she was thinking. "...I need to make an apology." Her mind was racing, "Oh crap, what? Do I even want to hear this? Man, I want to kiss him, before whatever he wants to say, has a chance of ruining the opportunity. Is he dying!!? married!? He really is cute, with his blue eyes, and that sexy goatee. He's got a bit of the 'dad bod' going on, but still, he looks like he works out some. I'm pretty sure I saw his package trying to extend itself out the front of his shorts earlier. I wish I was one of those girls brave enough to just reach out and grab him. I wonder what he would have done? Oh god, what is it? Just tell me!!" "So earlier, I was thinking that this was just going to be polite chitchat with a stranger at the fuel pumps. And now, over an hour later, we're making plans and, well, I have rudely not introduced myself." "Haha I know what you mean, I was thinking the same thing!" she laughed. He extended his hand to her and smiled. She reached hers out and let her fingers rest in the palm of his hand. His hands were strong and soft. Not too soft though, she could tell he was used to doing real work with them. "Hi! I'm Marshal... Marshal Hendrix". She was squeezing his hand, captivated by his smile and his kind eyes. His eyes looked like they've seen WAY more than his years. The electricity pleasantly washed those familiar tingles throughout her body. Subconsciously she squeezed her thighs ...