Sam needs the restroom
From Torg Adventure
Jack saw Sam get up from the lawn chair in the yard, so he quickly started wiping the kitchen counter with a sponge. The back door to the porch slammed as she opened the door to the house. She looked him in the eye and said "Where's your bathroom?"
He said, "Let me show you. Follow me." He winked at her and then turned toward the dining room. She followed him. He walked through the dining room to the door to the bedrooms. He opened the hallway door and stepped in, gesturing grandly to the modest bathroom. She walked toward the bathroom and then suddenly turned to him, grabbing his shirt to pull him in for a kiss. Her lips were hot, moist, and sweet, like a cup of hot cocoa. Her tongue probed his mouth lasciviously, viperous in its wandering. He returned her kiss fervently, his arms wrapping around her lithe body. She was so slight, he almost feared he would break her if he hugged her too hard. When she hugged him back, her tiny arms revealed a strength he had not expected. Jack pushed his tongue into her mouth, poking the underside of her tongue; Sam gasped at the attention, her tongue redoubling its efforts to touch every part of his mouth.
He stepped backward toward the bedroom door behind him, pulling Sam along, never breaking the kiss. She let herself be maneuvered into the bedroom and turned around so Jack could close the door. Then she started pulling him back toward the bed. When the mattress nudged her knees, she fell back dragging him with her. Miraculously, their lips never parted as he fell on top of her skinny body. Her hands ran up under his t-shirt, caressing his chest and causing shocks when she grazed his nipples. He broke the lip-lock and kissed down her chin to her neck; she stretched her neck out, allowing him complete access to it. “You looked like you needed a break from cleaning the kitchen. You don’t mind if I take advantage of you, do you?” she said seductively.
He couldn’t believe his ears. She made no bones about simply wanting to have sex with him. “I don’t mind a bit, if you don’t mind if I take advantage of you?” he replied as smoothly as he could muster.
She laughed, and her bikini top-covered breasts jiggled pleasantly. His lips voraciously devoured her neck; he moved slowly down the top of her chest until he was licking and nibbling at the curve of her breast beneath the satiny material of her black bikini. Her fingers gently pulled his hair and ran through it, exciting his scalp greatly. She gasped when he found her nipple and lightly bit it. He noticed that she did have a nipple ring. She pulled her self to sitting, and he followed, never removing his lips from her tit. His fingers went behind her and began fiddling with her bikini clasp. He fumbled a bit and then recovered quickly getting it undone. She curled her shoulders and he removed the lovely swimsuit top. He saw her tiny breasts (no more than a half an onion in size) tipped with giant engorged nipples, each pierced with barbell nipple rings. She laid back again, and he sucked hard on the other nipple, eliciting a louder gasp and moan from Sam’s throat. His tongue tweaked her ring, and he began tugging on her other ring.
“Oh, yes. Suck those tits. Mmmm, I love your tongue on my nipple ring,” she purred.
Does he go south or get some attention from her?
