A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update.


The date was now over and Dave and Mandy was now back in Dave's hotel room. They had so much fun together and she didn't want the nigh to end just yet. "I am going to jump in the shower do you mind?"

Mandy looked up at him and smiled. "Of course not go right ahead."

About twenty minutes later Dave stepped from the shower, skin dripping with moisture and hot from the heated spray. He slung a towel around his waist, knotting it loosely around his hip, and glanced in the mirror then walked out to where Mandy was now laying on the bed watching TV. Dave walked over to his bag to pull out something to put on when he felt Mandy's hand touch his arm. Mandy's hand came up and hovered over his bare chest. Her fingers curled against his skin, Mandy stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Dave sucked in a harsh breath. Mandy's kiss became more heated, her body pressed close against his, and her tongue pushed between his lips. His arousal had to be clear to her. He harden and strained against the towels till hanging loosely from his hops. He knew he should stop this.

Dave's arms closed around Mandy, his hands running slow circles over her back, caressing her through her cotton shirt. He enjoyed the feel of her, the curve of her hips, the way goose bumps broke out on her arms when his fingers brushed them. Heat flared and he choked back a moan. Mandy's fingers left his chest and fluttered across his back, his hips, to rest on his waist. Mandy pulled her mouth from his, ran her tongue over his lip, down his jaw, and then teased his neck. Her breathing was heavier, her skin hot to the touch. His breath, his skin, soon followed in suit.

Distracted by the need throbbing in his groin and the tingling of his skin when Mandy's sweet lips trailed over his chest. She then flicked his nipple with her tongue while her hand around his waist released the towel and sent it pooling to the floor. He fingers slid over the length of his engorged sex and closed around the tip. He moaned and bucked against her hand. He throbbed in her hand and she rubbed and moved her palm up and down him, imitating a much deeper intimacy. His nipple grew hard beneath her tongue and she flicked and sucked it relentlessly. her panties grew damp, her thighs trembled, and she pushed Dave toward the bed. A moment later, they fell onto it, with her on top. She lifted her head to rake her eyes over him. Her hand looked tiny, holding him.

'He's gorgeous. Just looking at him could make a girl come.' Mandy thought.

She increased the pumping motion. His back was arched, his head thrown back, eyes slitted as they peered up at her. He let out a deep groan. His hands covered over her breasts, and he tugged her nipples between index finger and thumb. She shuddered. She couldn't take it. She needed him to touch her bare flesh. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it away. Her bra fallowed. Dave's eyes darkened as they rested on her naked, ample breasts.

She grabbed his hands and closed them over her chest, her mall hands cradling his, encouraging his caress. Dave sat up abruptly, his hands leaving her chest to circle her waist and cup her bottom. Now she sat in his lap, bare chest to bare chest. His mouth ground against hers. She rubbed herself against his hardness, silently cursing the jeans she wore and wishing no layers separated them. He only allowed her a couple of presses against him before he pushed forward, and Mandy found herself laying on her back. One hand tangled in her hair and forced her head back so he could lick her ear and suck the crook of her neck. he sensed movement at her waist and realized dimly his other hand was making quick work of her button and zipper. A moment later, seeking fingers touched the waistband of her thongs. Her eyes fluttered open and met his. His face was flushed. his gaze full of arousal. She grasped his shoulders, dug her nails into them.

'Touch me. Touch me." She thought. 'Oh god, touch me before I explode.'

As if he heard her silent plea, his fingers dipped beneath her thongs and skimmed her folds. She parted her thighs, urging him farther. His hand slid through her slick folds to flicker over her aroused bud. Her hips arched. One circular swirl over that sensitive flesh. Two. Three. And then she came. Hard. But unlike a regular orgasm this one didn't retreat after it had reached its peak. Instead, it decreased only slightly, just enough to let her breath. Then it hovered and pulsed again and again. Mandy gasped and forced her mind to clear just a little.

She grabbed her jeans and, since Dave held most of his weight off her, managed to tug them down to the top of her knees, her thongs going along for the ride. She reached between them to stroke Dave's erection again. He had to enter her, his penis nudged against her lips. "No." Dave's voice yelled.

"What's wrong?" Mandy asked confused.

"We have to stop now."

"Why?" Mandy was now annoyed.

"I don't want your father angry with me."

"What he don't know wont hurt him." Mandy said smiling.

"I guess your right."


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