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~~Batteries Included - Part 2 ~~

She jumped when she heard his voice behind her. She turned to see Rob
leaning against her doorframe, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"Very. Did you have an appointment?"

He moved inside her office and sat in one of her visitor chairs. He
looked at his watch and then back at her. "Actually, you still owe me
over 6 hours, so… yah, I have a very long appointment."

"Do you think you'd be kind enough to turn this thing off for about an
hour or so and let me recover?"

Rob pulled the controller out of his pocket and studied it. "It's off;
you must be having aftershocks," he said, grinning. 

The vibrations against her swollen clit were definitely not
aftershocks of any kind.

"I'm not kidding, Rob, it's vibrating like crazy."

"I don't know, Miranda; this thing is off. Maybe it couldn't handle
all that moisture."

"Very funny," she said, wiggling around in her chair. She then
remembered Matt saying something about electronic equipment setting it
off and asked Rob if that were possible.

"I'm a lawyer, Miranda; what the hell do I know?"

"Good point." 

"I don't suppose you'd be interesting in having lunch with me?" he
asked, smiling at her as he watched her wiggle around in her chair.
"Maybe we could grab a hotdog and eat in an electronics store or
something."

"Oh, you're so damn funny," she said, turning off her computer and
standing up. The vibrations stopped and she relaxed. "Let's go. It's
not like I'll be able to get anything done here anyway."

She grabbed her purse and walked around her desk, rubbing herself
against Rob as she moved out the door. Rob chuckled and followed her,
watching the gentle sway of her hips.

"And where do you think you're going?" Jessie asked, glaring at the
two of them.

Miranda coughed, "Rob is going to take me home. I don't feel well
enough to drive. You know, flu and all."

Jessie wasn't buying the story, but she smiled and nodded. "Well, you
take care, Miranda, and I hope for your sake that he has a good
bedside manner."

Miranda rolled her eyes and headed out the door, hearing Rob laughing
as he followed her down the hall to the elevator.

"She knows, you know," he said as he pushed the button for the
underground parking level.

"No! She knows that we're going for lunch? My God, Rob, what if she
tells other people that we eat together?" She smiled sweetly at him.

Rob leaned against the elevator wall, his hand in his pocket and he
turned the dial on full and he watched, as Miranda's eyes grew large.

"Meanie," she moaned as the door opened and three businessmen entered
the elevator. 

All three turned their backs to Rob and Miranda and stared at the
elevator door. Rob smiled at Miranda and turned the controller off and
then flicked it back on again. She closed her eyes and leaned her head
back against the wall, feeling her body responding again to the
vibrations. When she squeezed her thighs together, the feeling became
more intense and she moaned softly.

Rob watched with amusement as the three men tried to look behind them
without looking obvious. Miranda was moaning softly and none of the
men could resist turning their heads and looking at her. Rob couldn't
stop looking at her.

Her chest was heaving slightly, her breasts rising and falling beneath
her silk blouse as her hands gripped the hand railing. He could see
her legs pressed tightly together as her hips rocked back and forth
slightly. Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, she tilted her head
back farther and moaned a little louder.

One of the men looked at Rob. "Is she okay?"

"Oh, sure," Rob responded, moving over to Miranda and wrapping his
arms around her waist. "She's just got the flu -- a very nasty one."

"Oh," was all the guy said, as the door opened and they all quickly
stepped out.

Rob held Miranda close to him, rubbing her back as her arms went
around his neck and she rubbed against him, moaning. The doors closed
as the elevator made its way down to the lower parking.

Rob slipped his hands down to her ass and pulled her hard against him.
He squeezed her cheeks as he ground his cock against her. Miranda
moaned, her hands flying up to the back of his head and pulling at his
hair.

"Does that feel good, Baby?" he asked, rubbing himself harder against
her as his hands slipped under her skirt and made contact with her
skin.

"Uh, huh," she whimpered and pulled on his hair. "I'm going to cum."

He slipped his fingers under her panties and down her ass cheeks until
they made contact with her dripping pussy. He could feel how powerful
the vibrations were as her lips vibrated against his fingers.

"Cum, Baby," he ordered as he shoved a finger up between her lips and
into her pussy. Her cunt contracted around his finger and her body
shook violently against his as she let out a scream.

He continued to rub her pussy until her body became limp against his.

"Oh, God," she whispered, slowly releasing him. She looked up at him,
her eyes completely unfocused. "I can't take much more of this, Rob."

"Sure you can," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "You have only
just begun."

~~~

Miranda leaned her head back against the headrest of the passenger
seat and closed her eyes. She felt exhausted and miraculously horny at
the same time. She wanted Rob. She wanted him to fuck her until she
begged for mercy. They drove to the outskirts of the city and pulled
up in front of a little Italian restaurant.

"I hope you're hungry," he said, turning off the car. "This place
makes the most amazing food, and they give you enough to feed an
army."

Miranda smiled at him and said she was starving. Her body had almost
returned to normal although she really wanted to take off her wet
panties. They walked into the restaurant hand in hand and were greeted
by the hostess, who showed them to a little booth in the corner. There
were a few other customers, but the place wasn't busy. Miranda looked
at her watch and figured that a lot of people wouldn't be eating at
three in the afternoon.

They ordered drinks and studied the menu. Actually, Miranda studied
the menu and Rob studied Miranda. From the moment he had first met
her, he knew that he had found the woman of his dreams. Yah, she was
stubborn and could be controlling, but those traits worked with the
rest of her personality. She was also kind-hearted and generous to a
fault. After a failed marriage, the last thing he wanted to do was
rush into a relationship. He didn't want to wreck this one, which is
why he made sure they took things very slowly. 

They had lunch and dinner together, they went to movies and social
functions, and twice a month they played poker with mutual friends. He
found himself falling in love with her and could no longer fight it.
After being married to the same woman for 15 years, the thought of
having sex with someone else actually scared him. He had fallen into
that "sexual comfort zone" and wondered if he could actually satisfy
another woman -- if he could satisfy this lusty woman sitting across
from him. From what he had seen so far, he was pretty sure he was the
man for the job.

"What are you going to have?" he asked, setting his menu down and
deciding that he would have whatever she ordered.

"The fettuccine, definitely," she said, picking up her glass of white
wine and taking a sip.

"What a coincidence," he said, "that's exactly what I was going to
order."

She looked at him and smiled, "Too busy studying me and not the menu,
huh?"

Rob laughed, "Busted!"

After they ordered, Rob put his hand over Miranda's and looked deeply
into her dark blue eyes. He smiled, seeing his future there.

"You're really being quite a good sport about this, you know."

"Don't think that there won't be a payback," she said, smiling
sweetly. "Because someday you're going to lose at poker, after I get
you totally impaired, and I'm going to make you write me a note. Oh,
and it won't just be a little note like the one I wrote for you." Rob
raised an eyebrow and she continued. "Nope, it's going to be something
you'll regret writing for the rest of your life."

Rob laughed and squeezed her hand, "Promises, promises."

Miranda leaned over the table and whispered, "That isn't a promise,
Rob; it's a fact."

Rob laughed and smiled at her. He wondered if he should let her have a
peaceful lunch or tease the hell out of her some more. She looked very
relaxed, more relaxed than he had seen her in months.

"Does this not seem a little weird to you?" Miranda asked. "I mean,
what we are doing?"

Rob looked from left to right and then back at her. He leaned over the
table and whispered, "A lot of people eat lunch late."

"You know what I mean," she said, trying not to smile at his mock
seriousness.

Rob leaned back in his chair, rolling the ice around in his drink. "I
guess it's a little weird, but the thing is Miranda, you and I haven't
exactly been having a conventional relationship. We've been seeing
each other for almost 2 months now, and today is the first day that I
actually kissed you like I've been wanting to kiss you."

"Why is that? I mean, why haven't you kissed me like that before? It's
not that I haven't dreamed about those passionate pecks on the cheeks
you've given me, but I was really hoping a long time ago for something
a little more... sexual, sensuous."

He decided to tell her the truth. "Frankly, Miranda, it's because you
scare the hell out of me; rather, what I feel for you scares the hell
out of me. But today… today suddenly became the day that I faced that
fear. The day that I finally felt a little control over our
situation."

"You're not in front of a jury here, Counselor. No one is about to
convict you for admitting that you want me badly."

"It's not that. Well, it is, but that's not all of it, Miranda. I want
to know what's on the other side. I want to know everything about you
and give you the same in return." He looked at her and smiled, "And I
want to fuck you silly."

Their lunch arrived and they ate in silence for a minute and then
Miranda asked, "Did it turn you on to hear me cumming over the phone,
Rob?"

Rob swallowed hard, the sounds of her moans and whimpers filling his
ears. He nodded and looked at her. Miranda smiled and took a sip of
her wine and Rob started eating again.

"Did you like the thought of me fucking myself with two fingers, my
legs spread wide as I pumped myself harder and harder?"

Rob put down his fork and looked at her. She smiled and he smiled back
as he felt his cock stirring in his pants. She knew she was starting
to get to him.

"I wish you could have felt how wet I was, Rob. God, my pussy was just
soaked, and the more my fingers drove into my cunt, Rob, the better it
felt. And when I came it was like a flood." She leaned over the table
and whispered, "While I was fucking myself Rob, I pictured your head
between my legs, your tongue inside my pussy, fucking me as my juices
soaked your face."

Rob gulped and felt his heart pounding hard. He knew what she was
doing -- she was trying to turn the tables and make him pay for what
he had done to her earlier. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out
the controller and set it on the table beside him. Miranda looked at
the controller and smiled.

"You can turn that on if you want, Rob. All it will do to me is make
me have a very long, very loud orgasm that I don't plan on holding
back. In fact, it'll be so loud you probably won't be able to come
back to this restaurant again."

Rob was forced to weigh the pros and cons of having Miranda screaming
out in pleasure at one of his favorite places to eat.

"Okay, you win," he said, defeat in his voice but his eyes were still
shining.

Miranda shifted in her seat, feeling the cylinder still hard against
her clit. She was actually hoping that he'd challenge her. As she took
a mouthful of fettuccine, she slipped off one of her high heels and
stretched her foot out under the table. Her foot made contact with
Rob's knees and she forced them apart and rested her toes against his
crotch. Rob smiled at her but didn't say anything.

"Do you ever wonder why Italian restaurants have these long red and
white checked tablecloths?" she asked as her toes began to massage his
hardening cock through his pants.

"Not until this very moment, but I think I know the answer to that
now," he said, taking a sip of his drink.

Miranda pushed her toes harder against him and felt him pushing
towards her. His cock was very hard as she started moving her foot up
and down slowly.

"Think it'll be a cold winter?" she asked as she kicked off her shoe
and brought her foot up to join the other one. She slid one foot up
and the other down and then reversed them. Rob's cock throbbed through
his pants and she watched his face.

"I don't know Miranda, but I do know that there is a warm front moving
in right now, and it you don't stop rubbing there is going to be a
very high chance of precipitation."

Miranda rubbed harder and faster, her toes pressing hard against his
cock. Rob closed his eyes and moaned softly before remembering where
he was and opened his eyes.

"Well, I think I've eaten enough; how about yourself?"

"Oh, I've only just begun Rob," Miranda said as she spun some more
fettuccine on her fork. She smiled at Rob and opened her mouth
slightly, placing the thin pasta between her lips and sucking in it
slowly, the sauce spreading across her lips. Rob watched as her tongue
ran over her lips, cleaning the sauce from her skin.

"Oh, my!" Rob said quietly as he shifted in his chair. Miranda's toes
were doing wonderful things to his cock, and he wanted to grab her and
fuck her over the table. He smiled at his little vixen and knew that
he had finally met his match. "If you keep doing that, I'm no longer
going to care about my reputation at this restaurant."

Miranda ran her finger through the sauce on her plate, leaned over the
table, and pressed her finger into Rob's mouth. He sucked the sauce
off of her finger, his tongue running over the smooth finish of her
nail. Pulling her finger out of his mouth, she smiled at him.

"You sucking on my finger reminds me what I'd like to be doing with
that big hard cock of yours, Rob." Her constant toe rubbing hadn't
ceased. In fact, since she had started rubbing both her feet up and
down his cock at the same time, he was sure that his pants were about
to burst. 

"Right now I'd really like to drop to my knees under this table, pull
your cock out of your pants, and run my tongue over the head of your
cock. Wouldn't that feel good, Honey? My hot wet tongue licking around
your swollen head. Of course I'm greedy, so I'd have to slide my lips
down your cock, swallowing it deeply into my throat as my lips
tightened around it."

"I know why you're doing this, Miranda," Rob managed to say. Now both
his cock and his heart were pounding hard.

"Because I want to suck your cock until you're about ready to
explode?" she replied innocently.

"No, I think you secretly want to be spanked, which is exactly what's
going to happen if you don't put your feet back on the floor and stop
talking dirty to me," he hissed.

"Hmmm, you can dish it out but you can't take it, huh?" Miranda
laughed and continued to smile at him.

"Oh, I can take it. In fact, Miranda, I can take quite a bit. Like
right now I'm thinking about pulling you out of that chair, wrapping
that skirt you're wearing around your waist, pulling those sheer
panties down and bending you over this table. When your bare ass is
sticking out, I can't help but think how good it would feel to give it
a couple of slaps right before I grab your hips and drive my cock
deeply into your cunt. I can hear it now, my body slamming against
yours, your juices running all over my cock and down your thighs." He
smiled innocently at her.

"You realize, of course, we wouldn't be asked if we wanted dessert if
you did that." She grinned at him. "And I'd really love a piece of
cherry cheesecake."

Rob tossed his head back and closed his eyes. Miranda had built up a
resistance to his words. Either that, or her pussy was cooling off,
and it was now time to heat her back up again. He didn't like the food
here that much that he would lose this battle for it.

Opening his eyes, he spun the dial on the controller and watched her
eyes narrow and her lips part. Her feet shifted but remained pressed
hard against his cock.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "that feels so good."

Rob watched her with morbid curiosity. He wondered if she would really
have a Guinness Book of World Records orgasm. Miranda squeezed her
thighs together and felt the vibrations seeping through her body. The
vibrations weren't as strong before.

"Turn it up," she whispered.

Rob checked the dial and found that it was up as high as it would go.
There could only be one reason for that and that's that the batteries
were wearing down. He shook the controller, hoping that it would help.

"Batteries," he said flatly.

"Damn," she said smiling at him as the vibrations faded slowly. "I
guess this means that you've played your last card, huh?" She started
rubbed her toes against him again.

Rob checked his watch. "Nope, I still have you for 4 more hours and
batteries are very easy to find."

"Does this mean I'm not getting the cheesecake?" she pouted.

Rob waved the waitress over and asked for the bill and 2 pieces of
cherry cheesecake to go.

"Oh, great!" Miranda said as the waitress left, "I suppose I get to
eat it in the car with a plastic fork now."

Rob looked at Miranda and smiled. His passion for her was running on
high. The wanting and needing could no longer be denied. The bill came
quickly and a small box placed on the table. After paying for their
meal, he took the dessert box in one hand and Miranda's hand in the
other and took them both out of the restaurant.

Miranda sat with the little box of cheesecake on her lap, staring out
the window and smiling. It had been a long time since she had felt
this happy, and, remarkably, she was still very horny. She looked over
at Rob, who was busy driving and looking up and down the street. He
found his destination and pulled over into a parking spot. Smiling at
her, he jumped out of the car and practically ran into the convenience
store. Miranda laughed to herself, closed her eyes and leaned her head
back against the headrest and drifted off.

When Rob returned to the car, he smiled at the sleeping lady in his
passenger seat. Quietly, he opened the back of the controller and
spotted the Double "A" batteries and then searched the bag for the
proper size. He had realized when he got into the store that he had no
idea what size batteries it took, so he had bought 5 packages of
different batteries just to make sure. He popped out the dead
batteries and inserted the new ones. After tossing the old ones into
the backseat, he started the car and headed down the street.

Half an hour later, he eased the car up his long driveway and followed
it around to the back of his house. He loved this house just for the
fact of the privacy it offered. His neighbors were about a mile away
on each side and were hardly ever seen. He parked under the big shade
tree that stood beside his driveway.

After turning off the car, he turned sideways in his seat and rubbed
the controller with his thumb. Was it really fair to wake her up when
she was sleeping so soundly? Her long eyelashes lay softly against her
cheeks and for once there were no sarcastic comments coming out of
those beautiful lips. Could he be so mean as to wake her up? He
grinned and turned the dial.

Miranda's eyes shot open as a very strong vibration roared against her
clit. She jumped and knocked the box off her lap. Looking over at Rob,
she tried to figure out where she was and then she noticed his house.
He had brought her here a few times and they had had a wonderful lunch
and a swim. She had hoped that they would have had a little more than
that, but it had never happened.

Rob got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side and
opened the door for her. He held out his hand and she took it,
stepping out of the car onto shaky legs. He closed the door and then
pressed her against the car. With his hands on the back of her head,
he kissed her passionately.

Miranda moaned and leaned against him. She pushed her hands up under
his suit jacket and scratched down his back. Their breathing became
faster as their lips and tongues explored the others.

Rob pulled away, "Miranda…"

Miranda smiled at him. "Yes?"

His hands reached to her blouse and started undoing her buttons. She
watched him and squeezed her thighs together. Her clit was starting to
get a little sore from all the vibration, and she told him so as he
slid her blouse down her arms.

"We can't have that," he said and he reached into his pocket and
turned the dial off. He held out his hand and slowly dragged a finger
down her chest to the front clasp on her bra. With one hand, he
snapped it open and let the cups fall to the side. He took both
breasts in his hands and rubbed her hard nipples with his thumbs. As
he gently rubbed them, he leaned over and kissed Miranda's parted
lips, his tongue invading her mouth.

Miranda moaned against his mouth as his hands massaged her breasts.
His thumbs felt hot against her nipples as he gently circled them. Rob
pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed her nose and then her
forehead. His hands moved from her breasts, picking up the straps of
her bra and pulling it down her arms. He tossed it into the car with
her blouse as his lips moved down her neck. His hands moved down her
back and undid the button and zipper of her skirt. As he kissed her
shoulder, he started pushing her skirt down over her hips, sticking
his thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushing them down
too.

Miranda stood very still, feel her clothing moving over her hips and
down her thighs. She could feel the wetness from her panties against
her skin as Rob pulled them down. His mouth was kissing down her
chest; over her breasts and then down her stomach as he dropped her
skirt around her ankles. She lifted each foot out of her skirt and he
picked it and her panties up and tossed them into the car window.
Miranda stepped out of her shoes onto the warm pavement. Rob kneeled
in front of her and ran one finger up between her wet lips. Miranda
shivered under his touch as his finger moved between her lips and up
to the cylinder. Using his other hand, he opened her lips and gently
slid his finger under the suction cup and pulled it off. Her clit was
swollen and wet, and he had to control himself from running his tongue
over it. He stuffed the cylinder in his pocket and stood up.

His eyes moving appreciatively down her body before he looked up and
smiled at her. He pulled off his jacket and tie and tossed them with
her clothes. His cock was hard against his pants and he wasn't sure
how much more it could take, but he was about to find out. He took her
hand and led her to the hood of the car.

"You want me to lay on the hood of the car?" she questioned, feeling
very sexy about being naked and outside.

"Uhhh, actually I want you to crawl up the hood of the car and keep
going until I tell you to stop."

"Well, you are the Master," she said grinning and crawled up onto the
hood of the car. On her hands and knees, she slowly crawled up. Rob
watched her move like a cat and felt himself getting more turned on by
the second. That's what Miranda was: a vicious cat when attacked, and
a playful kitten when stroked the right way.

She moved her hands up the windshield and when they hit the roof Rob
told her to stop. She could see the flowers in his backyard and the
clear blue water in his swimming pool.

"Nice view," she commented.

Rob crawled up onto the car and flipped over onto his back and pushed
himself up. When his head hit her feet, he grabbed her ankles and
moved them apart as he slid up further. Miranda spread her knees apart
and watched as Rob's head appeared from between them.

"I agree," he said, "very nice view."

He put his hands on her inner thighs and pushed them out slowly,
watching as Miranda's pussy lowered onto his face. He wrapped his arms
around her thighs and pulled her right down until her open pussy was
pressed hard against his mouth. His tongue licked in long strokes,
tasting her sweetness as it moved back and forth.

Miranda moaned and pushed herself down. Her breasts were pressed hard
against the windshield as she started to rock against Rob's mouth. His
nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue lapped at her juices.
She felt her pussy contracting as he pushed his tongue inside her and
started fucking her fast and furious. The last things she had been
fucked with were her fingers, and that seemed like so long ago. His
tongue was hot and hard as it drove in and out of her.

Rob could feel her juices running down his face as he fucked her with
his tongue. Her body was shuddering as her pussy tried to contract
around his tongue. He released one of her thighs and brought his hand
up between her legs. With two fingers together, he removed his tongue
and shoved them into her in one steady motion. Miranda moaned as her
cunt clenched his fingers and held them. He moved his mouth, sucking
one of her smooth pussy lips into it and pulling down on it as he
moved his fingers slowly in and out of her. He loved the sounds of her
whimper as he removed his fingers. She continued to whimper until he
drove them back into her. Miranda sighed and moaned, moving up and
down against Rob's fingers as they fucked her faster. His tongue
snaked up between her lips until it made contact with her clit. Rob
fastened his lips around it and sucked in; pulling her clit deep into
his mouth as his fingers hammered into her pussy.

"Oh, God!" he heard her say, just before her legs started to tighten
against him. She pushed her pussy down hard onto his face and stopped
moving for only a second and then her whole body shook. Rob slammed
his fingers into her one more time and then could no longer move them
as her pussy clenched them tight. He wiggled his fingers and Miranda
screamed as she came. Her pussy released his fingers and he pulled
them out slowly and positioned his mouth in just the right spot. A
flood of cream ran against his lips and down his cheeks as he pushed
his tongue into her and sucked happily. His hands massaged her ass
cheeks as her body slowly relaxed again.

Miranda slid back a little and looked down at Rob. His face was shiny
with her juices and she smiled at him. She was starting to think that
the 2 months without sex was worth it, after today and what the night
promised. Rob smiled back and slid out from between her legs. He moved
off the car and told her to stay where she was.

He wanted to fuck her so badly. He needed to fuck her; but where? He
didn't want to take her to bed; it had to be some place that they both
would remember along with the rest of the day, a day of "first times"
for both of them. He looked at her looking at him and smiled, trying
to pretend like he knew what he was doing.

Miranda looked at Rob and tried to figure out what he was doing. Her
body was aching for him, and he appeared to be checking out the
scenery.

"Uhhh, Rob?"

He started unbuttoning his shirt, "Yes?"

"Are you coming back up here, or am I your new hood ornament?"

Rob looked at her; okay, back up there it was! Her hands were still on
the roof of the car, her breasts hanging down with erect nipples. He
finished undoing his buttons and pulled his shirt off as his eyes
scanned down her body. She was so beautiful and he smiled as she
wiggled her ass and smiled back at him.

Quickly, he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and disposed of
his pants and briefs. He could almost hear his cock sigh when he
finally released it.

"I think I'd get into way too many traffic accidents if you were to
become my hood ornament," he comment finally as he crawled back onto
the hood of the car. 

His hands reached for Miranda's ass, and as he slid them up her back
he heard her moan softly. He kissed her back as his body moved onto
hers. Kissing across her shoulders and to the back of her neck, his
cock moved between her legs and brushed against her wet pussy.

Miranda whimpered and pushed back, hoping to push Rob's cock into her.
Instead it slid between her lips and rubbed against her clit.

"Impatient, aren't we?" he whispered into her ear as he placed one
hand on the windshield and moved the other one under her and cupped
her breast. He trapped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and
tugged on it gently before pulling it out, stretching it as she moaned
and tossed her head back. He started moving his hips back and forth,
feeling her wetness drizzling against his cock.

"Do you know how long I've dreamed of making love to you, Miranda?" he
whispered into her ear as he pulled on her nipple again.

"Oh, God," she moaned as cock moved harder between her lips, "Uhhh,
how about 210 days, 9 hours, 18 minutes and 12 seconds?"

"Close," he said as he released her nipple and moved his hand down her
stomach until it reached her pussy. He slipped a finger between her
lips and rubbed her clit, feeling his cock move against his finger
with each forward thrust. Miranda kept moaning and pushing back,
growing very impatient.

"Damn it, Rob, just fuck me," she growled and slammed back against his
hard cock.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, sitting back on his knees and looking down at
the lovely vision in front of him.

Holding his cock, he rubbed it back and forth, through her pussy and
up to her ass and then back down again. His swollen cock was wet and
shiny with her juices. Miranda leaned down until her breasts were
flattened against the windshield and her ass sticking out at Rob. With
one hand on his cock, he moved the throbbing head down and entered her
slowly while his other hand rubbed her ass cheek.

Immediately he felt her pussy contract around his cock. Her pussy was
so warm and wet, inviting him in further. With his hands on her hips,
he held her tight as he moved his hips forward quickly, driving his
cock into her in one movement. Miranda groaned and Rob closed his
eyes, feeling the tightness of her pussy enveloping his cock.

Rob guided her hips back and forth as he drove his cock into her,
harder and faster with each stroke. He pulled his cock almost right
out and then rammed it back into her as the sounds of their combined
moans, whimpers, and bodies slapping against each other filled the
air.

"Oh, God, yes!" Miranda screamed as she slammed herself back against
him. His thick cock kept filling her deeper and deeper. Her
fingernails scratched against the roof of his car as he pounded into
her.

"More," she whimpered as she stretched out her arms and locked them,
pushing herself back hard against him.

Rob released her hips and slid his hands up her sides as he leaned his
body down onto hers. His hands moved under her body and each grabbed a
breast and began pulling on a nipple as his mouth moved to her neck
and started sucking. He sucked up her neck to her earlobe as his
fingers pulled hard on her nipples and his cock hammered into her.

Miranda tossed her head back and let out a loud growl as her body
tensed. Rob felt his cock clamped tight inside of her cunt and he knew
she was about to explode. He pulled back and slowly pushed himself
back into her, once, twice, a third time before she slammed herself
back onto him, turned her head, and screamed into his ear.

He buried his face into her neck as he finally let himself go. After
several short thrusts he moaned loudly, bit into her neck, and came
inside her. His cock twitched and jumped as her pussy contracted
around it.

For several moments they stayed like that. Their bodies continued to
move slowly as Rob nuzzled her neck, moving his hands onto the
windshield to relieve her of his weight. Miranda leaned her head
against the roof of the car and tried to catch her breath as she felt
warm liquid running down her thighs.

Rob pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of her. He turned around
and dropped down onto his back and reached up, pulling her down with
him. The hood creaked and moaned under their weight. It had probably
been doing that all along, but neither had noticed.

Miranda curled up on her side and put her head on his chest, listening
to his heart pounding wildly. He stroked her hair, looking up at the
sky as dusk started to set in. He moved his arm and checked his watch,
frowning.

"I guess you've made parole," he whispered, his fingers moving softly
through her hair.

Miranda lifted her head from his chest, "What if I don't want parole?"

Rob laughed, "Then I guess you'll just have to do the crime so you can
do the time."

"Crime, huh? If that means losing more at poker then I suppose... Oh
shit!"

"What?"

"Tonight is Friday night!"

"Yah, that usually follows the actual day of Friday," Rob said.

Miranda slapped his chest playfully. "It's poker night and it's at my
apartment this week! Damn, I forgot all about it. Do you know what
this means?"

"Uhhh, I should buy more batteries?"

Miranda sat up and started sliding off the hood, "No, it means that
you and I have to get dressed, go to the grocery store and pick up
munchies, and get back to my place in less than an hour."

Rob sighed and got off the hood and grabbed his clothes. He pulled his
keys out of his pocket and headed for the house.

"Where are you going?" Miranda said as she zipped up the back of her
skirt. She didn't bother putting her panties back on, she just shoved
them in her purse.

Rob unlocked the back door and smiled at her. "To pack an overnight
bag," he said and disappeared into the house.

~~~

"Who the hell dealt this?" Katie asked, tossing her cards onto the
table.

"Miranda did," Matt said as he tossed his cards in front of him. 

Miranda smiled at Matt and was really glad to see him actually out and
associating with other people. This was the third time he had joined
in on their poker game, although he only agreed to play when it was at
Miranda's place. She was still waiting for him to ask where his device
was and she hoped that he had forgotten about it for the time being as
she had some plans for it after the poker crowd left.

Miranda looked down at her cards and grinned. This was it; this was
the hand that would blow Rob right out of the water. She eyed the
piece of paper and pen sitting on the table beside her and then looked
across the table at him.

He nonchalantly placed his cards face down on the table and looked
over at her, smiling as he reached for the peanuts.

"So what's it gonna be, Sexy?" he asked as he popped a nut into his
mouth.

"You're bluffing," she said as she tossed two chips into the huge pile
in the center of the table. "I'm calling you out, Mr. Bluffer."

"Think so, huh?" Rob peeked at his cards and smiled. He had absolutely
nothing in his hand and would lose for sure, but could he really
consider it losing?

"Yup, you lawyer types are always bluffing. Show me what ya got,
Counselor."

"Again? In front of all of these people?" Rob let out an exaggerated
gasp.

"I knew it!" Jessie practically yelled. "I knew you fucked him!"

"Thank you, Miss Tactful '98," Miranda said to Jessie. 

Jessie shrugged and just gave her that "I told you so" look as Katie
whistled and Matt just about choked on his potato chip.

"Side bet?" she asked, picking up the pen and sliding the blank piece
of paper in front of her.

"On these cards?" he asked, raising a brow. "No doubt about it, Baby.
What is it you want from me?"

"You dictate and I'll write; I believe that's how it goes," she said.

Rob cleared his throat. "Okay, let's see. I, Robert James, being of
sound mind and very recently worn-out body, do solemnly swear to take
you, Miranda Robertson, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to
hold..."

Miranda's head shot up when she realized what she was writing.

"Something wrong?" he asked, looking concerned at her shocked
expression.

"Did you just ask me to marry you?"

"I dunno, read that back to me," he said, trying not to smile.

Miranda tossed the pen on the table and stood up as Rob did the same.
They met in the middle and wrapped their arms around each other. Rob
bent down and kissed her softly. He pulled back and cupped her face in
his hands, tilting her head back and fell into her deep blue eyes.

"Will you marry me, Miranda?"

"Do you promise to love me?"

"Yes."

"Respect me?"

"Yes."

"Keep me in sickness and in health?"

"Yes."

"Never run out of Double "A" batteries?"

Rob laughed. "Yes, I do."

"Then yes, I do too!"

Matt was the first to speak up. "Hey! Speaking of batteries
Miranda...."

Rob and Miranda both looked at Matt and said "NO!" and then Rob picked
her up and carried her to the bedroom, leaving Katie, Matt and Jessie
there staring at each other.

"I guess the game is over," Matt said, standing and heading to the
door.

"I guess so," said Katie. "Do you want to go out and grab something to
eat?"

Matt gulped and looked at Katie. She really was very pretty, for a
girl, although she wasn't much of a poker player. He wasn't sure what
to do. Although the idea kind of scared him, he really did want to go.
Miranda would know what to do, but he didn't think she was open for
questions right now.

"Sure," he heard himself saying. Katie smiled and headed out the door
and Matt followed her.

Jessie sat at the table. She looked towards Miranda's bedroom door and
then at the front door. Sighing, she pulled herself out of the chair,
picked up her purse and headed to the door.

"Everyone but me is getting lucky tonight," she mumbled to herself.

She paused at the door and looked down onto the table and saw a little
black box and some kind of a pink cylinder thing. She picked up them
both and turned the dial on the controller. Immediately the cylinder
started to vibrate hard in her hand. She jumped and then rolled it
around in her hand, her mind wandering. Smiling, she stuffed them both
into her pocket and quietly closed the door behind her as she hummed
The Beach Boys song, "Good Vibrations."

--END--

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