TPG
10-16-2007, 05:00 AM
The Party
Featuring Kristin Kreuk
By The Pornographer
(MF)
Authors note: This is a dream I had literally 4 hours ago (from when published) and I thought I'd share.
This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!
Feel free to send any comments, suggestions and death threats...
I was extremely excited to say the least as my friend Dean had called earlier in the day to give me some amazing news.
It seemed a friend of his, who had been working on the show Smallville, had been invited to go to an end of season party. It was nothing big or elaborate, just an informal BBQ and get together between the cast and crew which was slated to be held at one Kristin Kreuk's parent's house.
Being a huge fan I was delighted to hear that Dean's friend would allow us to tag along and sneak us in.
A few hours later we rocked up to the house and it was nothing like I had expected. The Kreuk's were far from wealthy and in fact lived in a modest two story home. Still, the house was quaint and comfortable and it seemed the party itself was being held in the large yard behind the house.
It was then that all my dreams and prays were answered as I was then briefly introduced to the mega babe herself, Kristin Kreuk.
Unfortunately for me Kristin was preoccupied with hosting the small gathering and was so busy with all the guests she didn't even notice me. There Kristin simply gave me an insincere smile and hello before rushing off to help her mother run the party.
I was bitterly disappointed, hoping that I would make a great first impression, but Kristin didn't bat an eyelid and was unimpressed with both Dean and I.
Part of me wanted to tell her how much of a huge fan I was, having bought all the merchandise from the show over the years and even having helped establish and run one of her many fan websites.
I had also dabbled in writing some fiction about her on the show, but now on second thoughts, Dean and I opted not to tell her. We assumed that that information would only scare her off – it was awkward enough that we were now at her parents place uninvited and enjoying the BBQ.
Anyway, as expected Kristin looked phenomenal. There she was dressed casually in a thick white sweater, black boots, and tight blue jeans.
In the yard there was a large tent erected where people could sit and chat and a large garage at the back of the property which doubled as the place where drinks and food were arranged.
Right away I noticed the party had broken off into a number of small separate groups, divided up between the cast, the crew, and friends. While the bold ones mingled with the Smallville crowd, the rest of us mere mortals just stood around near the house chatting almost ourselves and enjoying the atmosphere.
Meanwhile I watched from a far as Kristin ran around like a mad woman trying to keep everything running smoothly. There I watched as she repeatedly marched in and out of her house and looked stressed out.
Dean and I then stood with a younger crowd by the house and garden, watching the festivities unfold. All in all we surmised that there were maybe 100 or so people at the BBQ.
There we made small talk, and I was still extremely nervous and star struck, so much so that I could hardly relax much less speak. Especially when I watched the likes of Erica Durance and Alison Mack casually walk by us after having used the bathroom in the house. It was amazing to see them up close and in person.
I had to admit that as beautiful as all the ladies were on the show, they were all so tiny. And although I was a huge fan, I could hardly make eye contact with any of them. Instead, I eventually found myself acting blasé and belligerent about the whole affair, and too busy trying to act cool to enjoy the company I was with.
It was then Dean tried to make some small talk with the small crowd around us and informed them that I had helped run one of the many Smallville websites.
Dean then mentioned that in recent days we had actually just received the latest batch of Lana Lang promotional pics, and as we proceeded to comment on them Kristin Kreuk herself just as she happen to walk by.
It was then Kristin smiled shyly, "Okay, what are you all talking about here?"
Explaining the subject matter, Kristin then went on to tell us how she hated the latest Smallville photo sets and added how much she didn't like the photographer, the location, and the outfits they put her in.
Then as one of the guys said something about her body, without thinking I then attempted to chime in and instantly put my foot in my mouth – not taking into account and accustom to having the actual actress standing beside me I spoke my mind.
"Yeah I know, they did a really bad job hey," I chuckled, "But then again, she doesn't really have any tits to begin with does she—"
You could almost hear a pin drop as everyone around me noticeably cringed. Meanwhile Dean and his friend Mike immediately shot me a look of shock.
What the fuck was I doing?
For the first time in my entire life I spoke without thinking, and I couldn't believe what I had said.
It was like an outer body experience. Right away everyone stared at Kristin for her reaction and her face instantly sank. Everyone immediately fell quit and stared at both of us, not knowing what to do or say.
Just then to make matters worse, Kristin then glanced down at her own body and self consciously crossed her arms. Although the poor thing tried to put on a brave face she was clearly affected by my demeaning comment – and looked as though she was about to cry. I wanted to die.
Saving face, Kristin then graciously replied.
"No, his right. Your right. They really did a bad job."
Right away I tried to explain myself but it was already too late, "No, what I meant to say was—"
Just then, someone then called out to her and Kristin took off, not before a large portion of the group Dean and I had been hanging with also walked away, clearly disgusted with me.
I was devastated, while Dean was just dumbfounded.
With that we watched everyone walk away Dean leaned in, "What—the fuck—was that? Man, you just insulted the host of the party! And KRISTIN KREUK of all people!! Are you fucking nuts!?!"
I couldn't explain and I could hardly speak.
A few minutes later I watched as Kristin continued to rush around, stepping in and out of the house.
Unlike before she looked a little annoyed and I feared I was the cause. Catching each others gaze, I then trembled with revulsion as she flashed me a dirty, deliberate, disgusted look. It was now clear she hated me, and I now noticed that every time she was having a good time and happened to see me, she would frown. I was clearly ruining her great day.
Disappointed, it was then I told Dean and his friend that I wanted to leave but they had apparently made some major progress with chatting and befriending Erica Durance up at the tent so there was no way on God's green earth of prying them away from the party.
Besides I thought, I didn't want to ruin their fun either so I then just stood alone and watched the festivities from a far.
It was then a few minutes later that I watched as Kristin's mother appeared from the house carrying a large tray of food. Then as a few of the guys helped set up the cuisine Dean came over and convinced me to go up with him to the garage at the back and get something to eat.
Like everyone else I lined up and as we made our way inside. There I was actually impressed at the amount of trouble they had apparently gone to, as it was a pretty nifty little operation they had set up.
Inside I could also see that Kristin was sitting beside her mother on a stool, helping everyone with their food.
Building up some courage, I planned to make my selection and then officially apologize to Kristin, letting her know that I didn't really mean what I had said earlier. I half expect to get a lecture from her mother, but hoped that eventually they would forgive me and I could put aside this entire nightmarish episode.
But of course fate intervened once again and catching sight of me in the line, Kristin instead put down her kitchen utensils and leaned over and whispered something to her mother before getting up and starting to leave.
At this point I now really felt like shit, A; because her mother had obviously cooked the meal and I felt guilty about eating any, and B; it seemed Kristin couldn't even stand to be in the same tent with me much less the same planet.
Fed up, I then inadvertently caused another scene as I loudly put down my tray and threw up my arms in the air.
Pissed off at myself and the situation I had created, I started to storm out of the garage which only seemed to re-enforce Kristin's point – that I was some sort of weird, ungrateful, conceited bastard.
Making a scene, Kristin simply huffed and rolled her eyes at me and clearly couldn't care less about my displeasure – she really despised me. Again like minutes before, Dean just shook his head from behind me and chuckled, "Damn you got bad timing bro."
I then left the garage and looked for a place to hide. I just wanted to get away from the crowd and be by myself.
Even then at that point I knew I would never forgive myself for ruining my one chance to meet and get to know Kristin Kreuk. Knowing I couldn't go into the house I then walked around the side of the property looking for an exit and instead found a small shed.
It was way down the side of the house and out of the way of everyone. There I found a small work shed and stool and made myself at home. Lighting up a cigarette, I then wallowed in my misery. I was so bitterly disappointed with myself and the day's events.
A few minutes later the sun was starting to set as I sat alone feeling sorry for myself when I heard a noise and looked up to find it was Kristin. She apparently hadn't seen me and was clutching some garbage bags, helping clean up I assumed.
To my surprise it seemed that she had changed outfits too. It seemed Kristin had taken off her heavy white sweater and was now clad in just a tiny white t-shirt and jeans. Seeing this I cursed myself again for making her feel bad and evidently being the cause of her changing outfits.
It was then that I noticed that the white top was so small in fact that it was almost sleeveless and as she moved it flaunted her firm, tanned, tummy.
Her shirt was clearly two sizes too small on her already tiny frame, but what really made her appearance stand out was the fact that she was now apparently braless underneath, and her large dark nipples stood firm and at full attention.
Anyone who was a Kristin Kreuk fan knew only too well that a pokies picture from her was extremely rare and almost nonexistent, but yet here she stood, her chocolate dark nipples pressed up proudly against the thin material.
At first I thought I was seeing things, but it seemed she now wanted to prove the point that she did in fact have breasts, and spectacular ones at that, even if she did make a spectacle of herself.
I felt really bad that I was the cause of it. Was she really that insecure?
Throwing away some garbage, Kristin wiped her hands and glanced over the neighbor's fence before standing there thinking for a moment. She clearly hadn't spotted me sitting alone and hiding out in the small shed and thinking she was alone I then watched as she proceeded to adjust her breasts in her tight top, moving her small cleavage around and tweaking her nipples.
Looking down at herself she was clearly delighted to see she was poking hard.
"Great," I thought, "This is just what I need. Now to top things off I'm going to catch her in an embarrassing situation, and knowing my luck, I'll probably get kicked out of the party all together too."
Not wanting to embarrass her any further I then made a noise by clearing my throat which seemed to work and quickly caught her attention.
Looking up she then smiled, "Rob? Is that you?"
Hearing this I started to wonder who the hell that was. Not wanting to embarrass her any more I then leaned on the stool and poked my head out. Stepping forward Kristin's face quickly changed from one of delight to dread and disappointment.
"Oh, it's you." she said, not trying to hide her distain for me.
Coming over Kristin then peeked inside, "What are you doing in here?"
I tried to speak but could only stutter a response–she still made me incredibly nervous.
"I just needed a place—I wanted to be alone. I'm really sorry." I finally said.
Watching me squirm, I could see that she had little sympathy for me at this point and didn't enjoy talking or even being around me. She was clearly uncomfortable standing there alone with me.
As I tried to speak it was only made harder by the fact that her thick dark nipples pressed firmly against her thin top and were clearly visible. And they looked absolutely phenomenal.
Standing by the door Kristin then added, "You better get out of here because if my mother catches you in here she'll freak."
Not knowing what to say I then finally exclaimed, "Fuck! I can't do anything right today."
"Yeah well you've only got yourself to blame." she said bluntly as she started to turn to leave.
Kristin was being a royal bitch, and truth be told I most probably deserved it.
Trying to mend fences I then offered her a cigarette.
"Would you like a smoke?"
Kristin immediately flashed me a dirty look and abruptly replied, "I don't smoke!"
I couldn't believe it, I had failed yet again.
"See what I mean." I said shaking my head.
It was then to my surprise that I caught her smile and shake her head.
Looking away she tried to hide her amusement but I still saw it. I think deep down she actually felt sorry for me realizing I was having the worse day ever. Though I sensed she could never forgive me for the comment I made about her small breasts I think she still sympathized with me. Every time I would try to be nice it would somehow back fire.
Giggled at me for the first time she then leaned against the door and asked me to get out.
"C'mon. Why don't you come back to the party and join your friends?"
Putting out my cigarette I then huffed at myself and defeated, I extended my arms, offering her a truce.
Kristin knew full well what I was trying to say. I was trying to apologize to her for all the drama and offering to give her a friendly hug. Feeling merciful for moment she glanced back at the party and then shrugged her shoulders and stepped forward into the shed.
"You know, I'm not a total bitch." she said softly, "I forgive you."
Kristin then walked over and leaned in tentatively, giving me a friendly, yet half hearted hug. Standing far she had to almost bend over to put her arms around me.
It was clear she still didn't want to get too close to me. Just then, I then reached out for her hips and pulled her in closer to hug her properly, and resisting for a moment I finally felt her concede and trip a little before stepping forward to stand closer.
Holding her tight for a few seconds, she then attempted to pull away and at that precise moment I turned my face towards hers to give her an appreciative kiss on the cheek.
Trying to be nice, Kristin assumed it was totally innocent and also turned her face towards me. With her eyes half closed, she leaned in to allow me the honor of kissing her cheek, and was about to say something when suddenly something came over me.
With nothing to lose I leaned in and made full contact with her lips, kissing her firmly on the mouth and in the process bumping our teeth. Within an instant Kristin winced to the sudden contact as I parted her moist lips with mine and slid my tongue inside.
To my delight she didn't resist!
A moment later I felt her small but hot tongue fight back – spear inside my own mouth and counter mine. The poor thing hadn't even expected it, neither did I to be honest. Kissing her hard on the mouth seemed to cause her instincts to kick in and her first response was to kiss me back.
Holding her by her small slender waist I then stood up off the stool in mid smooch and pined her against the wall, causing the metal shed to rattle as her body stuck it.
Despite this we continued to make out vehemently and I was delighted to find that she was a great kisser. Moaning into my mouth Kristin didn't pull away while I didn't waste any time and my hands immediately traveled all over her lithe body.
Grabbing her butt I rubbed her body hard against my hard-on which caused her to whimper into my mouth once again before I then groped her legs, thighs, ass, and hips.
I wanted her so much, and it seemed despite her initial feelings towards me the feelings were mutual. Breaking our kiss, Kristin and I then gasped for air briefly before she suddenly initiated the next round and pulled me in by my collar for more.
"You bastard—" she panted before she kissed me hard.
This time Kristin didn't hold back and aggressively thrust her tongue deep into my mouth.
Meanwhile my hands found their way down to the front of her jeans and before she could realize what I had done I unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants. Then before she could resist or say anything I forcefully plunged my hand inside her denims and over her panties, rubbed her pussy through her underwear.
This action caused Kristin to moan into my mouth, and kiss me more urgently. I couldn't help but notice that her hips almost began to buck and thrust against my palm. Kristin now proceeded to rub and hump my hand as we continued to French kiss each other.
Tugging on her long black hair, I cocked her head back and mauled her subtle neck, making her coo in delight.
Kissing each other again, I then proceeded to jerk her jeans down her soft legs, leaving her standing in just her tight tee and panties. In all the commotion I didn't even have time to see what color they were as I then slid my fingers up to the top of them and swiftly buried my hand inside – finding her sweet 24-year-old snatch.
Kristin groaned to this action and immediately parted her stance, but due to her jeans being pooled around her ankles was limited to just parting her knees.
Meanwhile my fingers lovingly grazed across her pubic mound and down to her slit where I was delighted to find she was tight and wet. Exploring her delicate folds I imagined her lips looked thin, taut, and pink. Like the rest of her, perfect.
Just then I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the stool where I helped her strip off her jeans for once and for all. This all happened in the space of a few seconds as I was sure that in any other circumstance she would have come to her senses and put a stop to this desperate, wanton, lust filled union.
Fortunately for me it seemed I had sparked and roused something deep inside her and Kristin Kreuk was on fire and wanted to have sex that instant!
Pulling her denims off, I then unzipped my own pants and leaned her back against the table behind her. Propped up by her elbows, Kristin watched as I then pulled out my cock and rubbed it against her panty clad sex.
There she cooed sweetly, then took my breath away as she closed her eyes and slipped her hand inside her panties – moaning softly as she caressed her moistened slit.
To my delight she then looked me in the eyes and breathed, "Do it."
Without waiting a single solitary moment I then pulled her panties to the side and slowly impaled her – causing us both to grunt out loud at I filled her completely. Buried to the tilt, I held that position for a moment, reveling in her tight velvety embrace, before slowly easing my way out.
To my amazement my cock was now coated in a thin sheen of wetness which caused me to only throb and grow further. In all my life I had never experienced a pussy so hot, tight, and moist. It was everything I had imagined it to be.
Looking down I then held her panties to the side and watched in awe as I entering her again – and again.
It was during this time I was also treated to the sight of her pristine pussy. Kristin Kreuk's vagina was as exquisite and as beautiful as I had always imagined it to be. Although it was mostly shaved clean, she had some dark hair juts above her slit which was fashioned in a neat V, and judging from the stubble she was in the process of growing it back.
This revelation excited me to no end. You could practically eat your dinner off her absolutely divine snatch. I could barely believe I was looking at it much less had my cock buried in it. God she was tight!
Meanwhile Kristin just lay there breathing heavy with her legs spread wide as I carefully pulled out and then without warning drove all the way back inside, stuffing my cock in her and filling her completely again.
Kristin grunted once again and then pleaded, "Please—hurry!"
Riled up, I then placed her legs around my shoulders and reached over and grabbed her hard by the neck and proceeded to ram into her repeatedly.
Kristin could only moan and whimper and turn her head from side to side as I fucked her mercilessly. Biting her bottom lip in anguish her entire body rocked back and forth as I pounded into her.
"Uhh—nnnghhh—uhh!" she groaned steadily.
At this point she was so hot and wet that her cunt now began to make a lewd and obscene slopping sounds.
"Urghh fuck yes!" I let out, "You're so fucking wet!"
With that I picked up the pace which caused my balls to slap loudly against her tight little asshole.
"Nnnngghhh—fuuuuck meeee!!" she groaned as I drilled her well.
Reaching up I then pulled on her shirt and was treated to the sight of her small, but glorious breasts.
There I smirked to myself as we then caught each other's gaze – both knowing full well her breasts were the reason we had arrived at this juncture. It was then Kristin slyly smiled and reaching up and proceeded to pull and tweak at her own thick hard nipples.
Seeing this, was just too much for me to stand and I suddenly started to tense up and erupted deep inside her. Kristin and I both squirmed as I came – so hard in fact that we both just stared at each other in wonder as we felt my cock thoroughly splash and spray the insides of her womb.
Pulling out slowly, the head of my thick manhood stood hard and proud in the air and dribbled with jizz.
Kristin stared at it in admiration, still trying to catch her breath and licking her lips, caressing her breasts. I think like me she was still in shock having let it go so far so quickly.
"Quick, my pants" she directed.
I then handed Kristin her pants and stood at the door on the lookout as she redressed.
It was then she made me laugh by asking "This is so embarrassing but—what was your name again?"
I couldn't believe it.
I had just fucked one of the sweetest asses on the planet, at a party at her house and in the shed no less and she didn't even know my name.
the end (I woke up)...
Featuring Kristin Kreuk
By The Pornographer
(MF)
Authors note: This is a dream I had literally 4 hours ago (from when published) and I thought I'd share.
This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!
Feel free to send any comments, suggestions and death threats...
I was extremely excited to say the least as my friend Dean had called earlier in the day to give me some amazing news.
It seemed a friend of his, who had been working on the show Smallville, had been invited to go to an end of season party. It was nothing big or elaborate, just an informal BBQ and get together between the cast and crew which was slated to be held at one Kristin Kreuk's parent's house.
Being a huge fan I was delighted to hear that Dean's friend would allow us to tag along and sneak us in.
A few hours later we rocked up to the house and it was nothing like I had expected. The Kreuk's were far from wealthy and in fact lived in a modest two story home. Still, the house was quaint and comfortable and it seemed the party itself was being held in the large yard behind the house.
It was then that all my dreams and prays were answered as I was then briefly introduced to the mega babe herself, Kristin Kreuk.
Unfortunately for me Kristin was preoccupied with hosting the small gathering and was so busy with all the guests she didn't even notice me. There Kristin simply gave me an insincere smile and hello before rushing off to help her mother run the party.
I was bitterly disappointed, hoping that I would make a great first impression, but Kristin didn't bat an eyelid and was unimpressed with both Dean and I.
Part of me wanted to tell her how much of a huge fan I was, having bought all the merchandise from the show over the years and even having helped establish and run one of her many fan websites.
I had also dabbled in writing some fiction about her on the show, but now on second thoughts, Dean and I opted not to tell her. We assumed that that information would only scare her off – it was awkward enough that we were now at her parents place uninvited and enjoying the BBQ.
Anyway, as expected Kristin looked phenomenal. There she was dressed casually in a thick white sweater, black boots, and tight blue jeans.
In the yard there was a large tent erected where people could sit and chat and a large garage at the back of the property which doubled as the place where drinks and food were arranged.
Right away I noticed the party had broken off into a number of small separate groups, divided up between the cast, the crew, and friends. While the bold ones mingled with the Smallville crowd, the rest of us mere mortals just stood around near the house chatting almost ourselves and enjoying the atmosphere.
Meanwhile I watched from a far as Kristin ran around like a mad woman trying to keep everything running smoothly. There I watched as she repeatedly marched in and out of her house and looked stressed out.
Dean and I then stood with a younger crowd by the house and garden, watching the festivities unfold. All in all we surmised that there were maybe 100 or so people at the BBQ.
There we made small talk, and I was still extremely nervous and star struck, so much so that I could hardly relax much less speak. Especially when I watched the likes of Erica Durance and Alison Mack casually walk by us after having used the bathroom in the house. It was amazing to see them up close and in person.
I had to admit that as beautiful as all the ladies were on the show, they were all so tiny. And although I was a huge fan, I could hardly make eye contact with any of them. Instead, I eventually found myself acting blasé and belligerent about the whole affair, and too busy trying to act cool to enjoy the company I was with.
It was then Dean tried to make some small talk with the small crowd around us and informed them that I had helped run one of the many Smallville websites.
Dean then mentioned that in recent days we had actually just received the latest batch of Lana Lang promotional pics, and as we proceeded to comment on them Kristin Kreuk herself just as she happen to walk by.
It was then Kristin smiled shyly, "Okay, what are you all talking about here?"
Explaining the subject matter, Kristin then went on to tell us how she hated the latest Smallville photo sets and added how much she didn't like the photographer, the location, and the outfits they put her in.
Then as one of the guys said something about her body, without thinking I then attempted to chime in and instantly put my foot in my mouth – not taking into account and accustom to having the actual actress standing beside me I spoke my mind.
"Yeah I know, they did a really bad job hey," I chuckled, "But then again, she doesn't really have any tits to begin with does she—"
You could almost hear a pin drop as everyone around me noticeably cringed. Meanwhile Dean and his friend Mike immediately shot me a look of shock.
What the fuck was I doing?
For the first time in my entire life I spoke without thinking, and I couldn't believe what I had said.
It was like an outer body experience. Right away everyone stared at Kristin for her reaction and her face instantly sank. Everyone immediately fell quit and stared at both of us, not knowing what to do or say.
Just then to make matters worse, Kristin then glanced down at her own body and self consciously crossed her arms. Although the poor thing tried to put on a brave face she was clearly affected by my demeaning comment – and looked as though she was about to cry. I wanted to die.
Saving face, Kristin then graciously replied.
"No, his right. Your right. They really did a bad job."
Right away I tried to explain myself but it was already too late, "No, what I meant to say was—"
Just then, someone then called out to her and Kristin took off, not before a large portion of the group Dean and I had been hanging with also walked away, clearly disgusted with me.
I was devastated, while Dean was just dumbfounded.
With that we watched everyone walk away Dean leaned in, "What—the fuck—was that? Man, you just insulted the host of the party! And KRISTIN KREUK of all people!! Are you fucking nuts!?!"
I couldn't explain and I could hardly speak.
A few minutes later I watched as Kristin continued to rush around, stepping in and out of the house.
Unlike before she looked a little annoyed and I feared I was the cause. Catching each others gaze, I then trembled with revulsion as she flashed me a dirty, deliberate, disgusted look. It was now clear she hated me, and I now noticed that every time she was having a good time and happened to see me, she would frown. I was clearly ruining her great day.
Disappointed, it was then I told Dean and his friend that I wanted to leave but they had apparently made some major progress with chatting and befriending Erica Durance up at the tent so there was no way on God's green earth of prying them away from the party.
Besides I thought, I didn't want to ruin their fun either so I then just stood alone and watched the festivities from a far.
It was then a few minutes later that I watched as Kristin's mother appeared from the house carrying a large tray of food. Then as a few of the guys helped set up the cuisine Dean came over and convinced me to go up with him to the garage at the back and get something to eat.
Like everyone else I lined up and as we made our way inside. There I was actually impressed at the amount of trouble they had apparently gone to, as it was a pretty nifty little operation they had set up.
Inside I could also see that Kristin was sitting beside her mother on a stool, helping everyone with their food.
Building up some courage, I planned to make my selection and then officially apologize to Kristin, letting her know that I didn't really mean what I had said earlier. I half expect to get a lecture from her mother, but hoped that eventually they would forgive me and I could put aside this entire nightmarish episode.
But of course fate intervened once again and catching sight of me in the line, Kristin instead put down her kitchen utensils and leaned over and whispered something to her mother before getting up and starting to leave.
At this point I now really felt like shit, A; because her mother had obviously cooked the meal and I felt guilty about eating any, and B; it seemed Kristin couldn't even stand to be in the same tent with me much less the same planet.
Fed up, I then inadvertently caused another scene as I loudly put down my tray and threw up my arms in the air.
Pissed off at myself and the situation I had created, I started to storm out of the garage which only seemed to re-enforce Kristin's point – that I was some sort of weird, ungrateful, conceited bastard.
Making a scene, Kristin simply huffed and rolled her eyes at me and clearly couldn't care less about my displeasure – she really despised me. Again like minutes before, Dean just shook his head from behind me and chuckled, "Damn you got bad timing bro."
I then left the garage and looked for a place to hide. I just wanted to get away from the crowd and be by myself.
Even then at that point I knew I would never forgive myself for ruining my one chance to meet and get to know Kristin Kreuk. Knowing I couldn't go into the house I then walked around the side of the property looking for an exit and instead found a small shed.
It was way down the side of the house and out of the way of everyone. There I found a small work shed and stool and made myself at home. Lighting up a cigarette, I then wallowed in my misery. I was so bitterly disappointed with myself and the day's events.
A few minutes later the sun was starting to set as I sat alone feeling sorry for myself when I heard a noise and looked up to find it was Kristin. She apparently hadn't seen me and was clutching some garbage bags, helping clean up I assumed.
To my surprise it seemed that she had changed outfits too. It seemed Kristin had taken off her heavy white sweater and was now clad in just a tiny white t-shirt and jeans. Seeing this I cursed myself again for making her feel bad and evidently being the cause of her changing outfits.
It was then that I noticed that the white top was so small in fact that it was almost sleeveless and as she moved it flaunted her firm, tanned, tummy.
Her shirt was clearly two sizes too small on her already tiny frame, but what really made her appearance stand out was the fact that she was now apparently braless underneath, and her large dark nipples stood firm and at full attention.
Anyone who was a Kristin Kreuk fan knew only too well that a pokies picture from her was extremely rare and almost nonexistent, but yet here she stood, her chocolate dark nipples pressed up proudly against the thin material.
At first I thought I was seeing things, but it seemed she now wanted to prove the point that she did in fact have breasts, and spectacular ones at that, even if she did make a spectacle of herself.
I felt really bad that I was the cause of it. Was she really that insecure?
Throwing away some garbage, Kristin wiped her hands and glanced over the neighbor's fence before standing there thinking for a moment. She clearly hadn't spotted me sitting alone and hiding out in the small shed and thinking she was alone I then watched as she proceeded to adjust her breasts in her tight top, moving her small cleavage around and tweaking her nipples.
Looking down at herself she was clearly delighted to see she was poking hard.
"Great," I thought, "This is just what I need. Now to top things off I'm going to catch her in an embarrassing situation, and knowing my luck, I'll probably get kicked out of the party all together too."
Not wanting to embarrass her any further I then made a noise by clearing my throat which seemed to work and quickly caught her attention.
Looking up she then smiled, "Rob? Is that you?"
Hearing this I started to wonder who the hell that was. Not wanting to embarrass her any more I then leaned on the stool and poked my head out. Stepping forward Kristin's face quickly changed from one of delight to dread and disappointment.
"Oh, it's you." she said, not trying to hide her distain for me.
Coming over Kristin then peeked inside, "What are you doing in here?"
I tried to speak but could only stutter a response–she still made me incredibly nervous.
"I just needed a place—I wanted to be alone. I'm really sorry." I finally said.
Watching me squirm, I could see that she had little sympathy for me at this point and didn't enjoy talking or even being around me. She was clearly uncomfortable standing there alone with me.
As I tried to speak it was only made harder by the fact that her thick dark nipples pressed firmly against her thin top and were clearly visible. And they looked absolutely phenomenal.
Standing by the door Kristin then added, "You better get out of here because if my mother catches you in here she'll freak."
Not knowing what to say I then finally exclaimed, "Fuck! I can't do anything right today."
"Yeah well you've only got yourself to blame." she said bluntly as she started to turn to leave.
Kristin was being a royal bitch, and truth be told I most probably deserved it.
Trying to mend fences I then offered her a cigarette.
"Would you like a smoke?"
Kristin immediately flashed me a dirty look and abruptly replied, "I don't smoke!"
I couldn't believe it, I had failed yet again.
"See what I mean." I said shaking my head.
It was then to my surprise that I caught her smile and shake her head.
Looking away she tried to hide her amusement but I still saw it. I think deep down she actually felt sorry for me realizing I was having the worse day ever. Though I sensed she could never forgive me for the comment I made about her small breasts I think she still sympathized with me. Every time I would try to be nice it would somehow back fire.
Giggled at me for the first time she then leaned against the door and asked me to get out.
"C'mon. Why don't you come back to the party and join your friends?"
Putting out my cigarette I then huffed at myself and defeated, I extended my arms, offering her a truce.
Kristin knew full well what I was trying to say. I was trying to apologize to her for all the drama and offering to give her a friendly hug. Feeling merciful for moment she glanced back at the party and then shrugged her shoulders and stepped forward into the shed.
"You know, I'm not a total bitch." she said softly, "I forgive you."
Kristin then walked over and leaned in tentatively, giving me a friendly, yet half hearted hug. Standing far she had to almost bend over to put her arms around me.
It was clear she still didn't want to get too close to me. Just then, I then reached out for her hips and pulled her in closer to hug her properly, and resisting for a moment I finally felt her concede and trip a little before stepping forward to stand closer.
Holding her tight for a few seconds, she then attempted to pull away and at that precise moment I turned my face towards hers to give her an appreciative kiss on the cheek.
Trying to be nice, Kristin assumed it was totally innocent and also turned her face towards me. With her eyes half closed, she leaned in to allow me the honor of kissing her cheek, and was about to say something when suddenly something came over me.
With nothing to lose I leaned in and made full contact with her lips, kissing her firmly on the mouth and in the process bumping our teeth. Within an instant Kristin winced to the sudden contact as I parted her moist lips with mine and slid my tongue inside.
To my delight she didn't resist!
A moment later I felt her small but hot tongue fight back – spear inside my own mouth and counter mine. The poor thing hadn't even expected it, neither did I to be honest. Kissing her hard on the mouth seemed to cause her instincts to kick in and her first response was to kiss me back.
Holding her by her small slender waist I then stood up off the stool in mid smooch and pined her against the wall, causing the metal shed to rattle as her body stuck it.
Despite this we continued to make out vehemently and I was delighted to find that she was a great kisser. Moaning into my mouth Kristin didn't pull away while I didn't waste any time and my hands immediately traveled all over her lithe body.
Grabbing her butt I rubbed her body hard against my hard-on which caused her to whimper into my mouth once again before I then groped her legs, thighs, ass, and hips.
I wanted her so much, and it seemed despite her initial feelings towards me the feelings were mutual. Breaking our kiss, Kristin and I then gasped for air briefly before she suddenly initiated the next round and pulled me in by my collar for more.
"You bastard—" she panted before she kissed me hard.
This time Kristin didn't hold back and aggressively thrust her tongue deep into my mouth.
Meanwhile my hands found their way down to the front of her jeans and before she could realize what I had done I unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants. Then before she could resist or say anything I forcefully plunged my hand inside her denims and over her panties, rubbed her pussy through her underwear.
This action caused Kristin to moan into my mouth, and kiss me more urgently. I couldn't help but notice that her hips almost began to buck and thrust against my palm. Kristin now proceeded to rub and hump my hand as we continued to French kiss each other.
Tugging on her long black hair, I cocked her head back and mauled her subtle neck, making her coo in delight.
Kissing each other again, I then proceeded to jerk her jeans down her soft legs, leaving her standing in just her tight tee and panties. In all the commotion I didn't even have time to see what color they were as I then slid my fingers up to the top of them and swiftly buried my hand inside – finding her sweet 24-year-old snatch.
Kristin groaned to this action and immediately parted her stance, but due to her jeans being pooled around her ankles was limited to just parting her knees.
Meanwhile my fingers lovingly grazed across her pubic mound and down to her slit where I was delighted to find she was tight and wet. Exploring her delicate folds I imagined her lips looked thin, taut, and pink. Like the rest of her, perfect.
Just then I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the stool where I helped her strip off her jeans for once and for all. This all happened in the space of a few seconds as I was sure that in any other circumstance she would have come to her senses and put a stop to this desperate, wanton, lust filled union.
Fortunately for me it seemed I had sparked and roused something deep inside her and Kristin Kreuk was on fire and wanted to have sex that instant!
Pulling her denims off, I then unzipped my own pants and leaned her back against the table behind her. Propped up by her elbows, Kristin watched as I then pulled out my cock and rubbed it against her panty clad sex.
There she cooed sweetly, then took my breath away as she closed her eyes and slipped her hand inside her panties – moaning softly as she caressed her moistened slit.
To my delight she then looked me in the eyes and breathed, "Do it."
Without waiting a single solitary moment I then pulled her panties to the side and slowly impaled her – causing us both to grunt out loud at I filled her completely. Buried to the tilt, I held that position for a moment, reveling in her tight velvety embrace, before slowly easing my way out.
To my amazement my cock was now coated in a thin sheen of wetness which caused me to only throb and grow further. In all my life I had never experienced a pussy so hot, tight, and moist. It was everything I had imagined it to be.
Looking down I then held her panties to the side and watched in awe as I entering her again – and again.
It was during this time I was also treated to the sight of her pristine pussy. Kristin Kreuk's vagina was as exquisite and as beautiful as I had always imagined it to be. Although it was mostly shaved clean, she had some dark hair juts above her slit which was fashioned in a neat V, and judging from the stubble she was in the process of growing it back.
This revelation excited me to no end. You could practically eat your dinner off her absolutely divine snatch. I could barely believe I was looking at it much less had my cock buried in it. God she was tight!
Meanwhile Kristin just lay there breathing heavy with her legs spread wide as I carefully pulled out and then without warning drove all the way back inside, stuffing my cock in her and filling her completely again.
Kristin grunted once again and then pleaded, "Please—hurry!"
Riled up, I then placed her legs around my shoulders and reached over and grabbed her hard by the neck and proceeded to ram into her repeatedly.
Kristin could only moan and whimper and turn her head from side to side as I fucked her mercilessly. Biting her bottom lip in anguish her entire body rocked back and forth as I pounded into her.
"Uhh—nnnghhh—uhh!" she groaned steadily.
At this point she was so hot and wet that her cunt now began to make a lewd and obscene slopping sounds.
"Urghh fuck yes!" I let out, "You're so fucking wet!"
With that I picked up the pace which caused my balls to slap loudly against her tight little asshole.
"Nnnngghhh—fuuuuck meeee!!" she groaned as I drilled her well.
Reaching up I then pulled on her shirt and was treated to the sight of her small, but glorious breasts.
There I smirked to myself as we then caught each other's gaze – both knowing full well her breasts were the reason we had arrived at this juncture. It was then Kristin slyly smiled and reaching up and proceeded to pull and tweak at her own thick hard nipples.
Seeing this, was just too much for me to stand and I suddenly started to tense up and erupted deep inside her. Kristin and I both squirmed as I came – so hard in fact that we both just stared at each other in wonder as we felt my cock thoroughly splash and spray the insides of her womb.
Pulling out slowly, the head of my thick manhood stood hard and proud in the air and dribbled with jizz.
Kristin stared at it in admiration, still trying to catch her breath and licking her lips, caressing her breasts. I think like me she was still in shock having let it go so far so quickly.
"Quick, my pants" she directed.
I then handed Kristin her pants and stood at the door on the lookout as she redressed.
It was then she made me laugh by asking "This is so embarrassing but—what was your name again?"
I couldn't believe it.
I had just fucked one of the sweetest asses on the planet, at a party at her house and in the shed no less and she didn't even know my name.
the end (I woke up)...