Forgive her
From Torg Adventure
You look into the anxious face of the busty blonde and smile, taking in her lush slightly plump body, and pouting lips. She's wearing a bubble skirt that comes a few inches above her knees, displaying a pair of firm, delightful legs.
"Since you apologize so graciously, how can I not forgive you? Sondra isn't it? I'm happy to let bygones be bygones. Can I get you a drink?"
"A light beer thanks, and thank you for forgiving me. I acted like a bitch." She takes the beer from you and lets her hand linger on yours, smiling at you.
"I was just about to step outside for some fresh air," you smile at her. "Care to join me?"
"I'd love to. There are some french doors onto the back garden. It would be easier than the front door. Let me show you." She takes your arm and leads you down a corridor and into another room where a few conversational groups cluster on couches. Stepping across it, she opens a door onto a patio and leads you outside, closing the door behind you.
"It's a beautiful night," she murmurs, looking up at the stars. "So romantic."
"Nights are always romantic when there's a pretty girl in the vicinity." She grins and hugs your arm, tilting her face up at you.
"You're very sweet, John. I'm so embarrassed about what I said. I feel so stupid."
"It was very impolite, Sondra. But you've apologized and we've moved on." You turn slightly to face her, looking intently into her face. "Unless you don't feel you've made complete amends, the issue is over."
She moves towards you, her lips parted slightly, her eyelids half closed. You pull her to you and kiss her, softly at first, nibbling at her lips, your tongue tickling her. Her arms wrap around you, pulling you tight, her breathing deepening, her mouth responding to your kisses with soft whimpers.
"I'm so, so sorry John," she murmurs softly between kisses. "You're so kind to forgive me. Ohhhhhh, John....." she purrs as you cup her ass with one hand, kneading the cheek through her skirt. "Let me put this down," she says, wriggling out of your grip and putting her drink on the ground, then stepping back into your embrace. "Where were we? Ohhhh, yesssss, there. You had your hands there. God you're so sexy." Her mouth is warm and inviting and she wriggles in your arms, pressing her ripe breasts against you. You pull her closer, your cock beginning to stir at the feel of her lush body.
"Now that I think of it, Sondra, I don't think I'm completely satisfied with your apology."
"No? But I'm so sorry, and I'm trying so hard to make amends for being rude" she murmurs, her mouth nibbling at your face as she writhes softly against you. "I want you to forgive me, and I want us to be friends."
You tug her skirt up and squeeze her ass, feeling her bare silken skin, fondling her greedily as you nibble at her face.
"Ohhhhh, you're going to make me apologize a lot, aren't you John," she whimpers happily. "You're going to teach me not to be rude." She slips a hand between you, stroking your hardening shaft through your pants, gasping softly as your mouths play.
Make her suck you? Fuck her?
