Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Downfall - An Erotic Invasion: 2

"So, that's how it is huh?" Chad said, brusquely, not used to being turned down. "Well then if we're done here, I think I'm going to have a smoke and go see what the hell that thing was." Chad opened the car door and stepped out naked, pants in hand into the cool night air. "Chad, I..." Lisa started, shivering in the cool spring air, wait. Just, just hold on a minute -- we should talk about this. Are you okay?"

"Great babe, just great. I just want to take a quick look babe. I'll be back in like 5 minutes, and then we'll be out of here." He said all this while stepping into his pants, slipping on his shoes, and then closed the door and shirtlessly walked into the woods.

The gesture stung. He looked very sexy walking away shirtlessly into the moonlight, and she understood his frustration -- she was frustrated too. After a few minutes of cooling off, literally and figuratively, he would come back and understand, and everything would be okay again, Lisa was sure of it.

Once Chad had completely disappeared into the dark though, that's when her self-doubt exploded. And her worries ran the gamut: that Chad was going to leave her because their moment was ruined, that she was ruined because her pussy had been touched by a prick, even though she still had her cherry, and what she would tell Margret at school when she asked how tonight went were the ones that flashed through her mind first. As the minutes slowly unwound and she was left alone with her thoughts, she found herself mostly worrying about god. She had been a moment away from giving her virginity to the man she loved when a sign from the heavens had stopped her. That was the sort of thing you read about in the bible -- not the sort of thing you expect to happen to you in life. After an indeterminate length of time in her torrent of emotions, before she checked her phone and saw that she had been sitting alone for 20 minutes and she was no closer to getting dressed or to seeing her man come back.

Hazarding a look in the rearview mirror she recoiled at what she saw. She looked frightful. Her makeup was mess from the kissing and the sweating, but it wasn't as bad as her hair. Her bottle-blond locks had gone frizzy and was now a mop sticking out in all directions rather than the carefully brushed tresses it had started the night as.

stayed busy she wouldn't worry quite so much. That didn't turn out to be the

put on her jacket and stepped outside, fearful even though nothing was obviously wrong. She smelled smoke on the wind, but saw no fire, or anything else out of the ordinary. If whatever had lit up the night started a forest fire, she couldn't see it from here. That gave her hope -- maybe it had crashed a long way away from here and Chad would come back disappointed from his walk and they could

an hour. At the risk of being too clingy, she decided to call him. As she hesitantly pushed the send button she was rewarded

her a few seconds to figure out that the ringing was coming from inside the car and that his phone had fallen out of his pocket before he walked off. It was more

Lisa called out haltingly, and then again with more volume as her frustration got to here. "Where the

she tried again "Chad -- It's almost 9 o'clock. I've got a curfew, and it's coming up." Once again she was answered only by

her phone repeatedly -- watching her battery tick down along with the time. Occasionally she called Chad's name again -- but each time silence

earlier in the evening. Now she was just worried about her lover. Had he gotten lost? Was he okay? Maybe he had gotten hurt out there and needed her. At 9:30 her worry for the man she loved overwhelmed

work would have paid off. He'd spent almost two weeks seducing the stupid girl, and he needed it to work. There weren't

through the sparse wood of spruce and pine, using his nose to follow the smell of burning. If he wasn't going to get any pussy tonight, he was at least going to find out why. Besides, leaving that slut Lisa all alone in the car for thirty minutes would at least bring her down a peg or two. Maybe she'd give him a hummer on the way home as an apology, he thought. Blowjobs as a whole were overrated, but the added thrill of getting one while driving made them almost as good

was worth going to get it and then come back or if he should just call the night a bust