{"id":39921,"date":"2023-01-10T06:46:09","date_gmt":"2023-01-10T05:46:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=39921"},"modified":"2026-02-14T19:48:06","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T18:48:06","slug":"ms-davis-and-her-date-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/ms-davis-and-her-date-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Ms. Davis and Her Date &#8211; An Audio Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/l62wt2m5jx.jsonp\" async><\/script><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/assets\/external\/E-v1.js\" async><\/script><\/p>\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_padding\" style=\"padding: 56.25% 0 0 0; position: relative;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_wrapper\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_embed wistia_async_l62wt2m5jx seo=true videoFoam=true\" style=\"height: 100%; position: relative; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_swatch\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0; transition: opacity 200ms; width: 100%;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"filter: blur(5px); height: 100%; object-fit: contain; width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/l62wt2m5jx\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brandon yanked open the front door of his house on Sherwood Drive before Steve even had a chance to knock.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYo, dude. Can\u2019t hang out here tonight. Mom\u2019s kicking us out,\u201d Brandon said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhy? D&#8217;you ruin the place?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo,\u201d he said flatly. He stepped out of the house with his basketball under his arm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Knowing his friend as he did, Steve recognized that flat answer with his trademark hint of flippancy meant he was intent on deflecting all questions. So Steve, of course, pressed on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThen what did you do to get kicked out?\u201d Steve prodded to get the reason for Brandon\u2019s answer, not to mention the fun he had upsetting his smart-mouthed friend.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brandon redirected the inquiries. \u201cYou driving or me to the gym?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot again!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHey,\u201d Brandon objected quickly, \u201cI drove last time, punk, and I\u2019m low on gas money.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot another one,\u201d Steve said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnother one what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYour mom is going on a date?\u201d Steve dragged out the question. He couldn\u2019t hold back a grin. He tried to restrain himself, but the timing was too perfect not to jab Brandon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYeah, Mom\u2019s &#8230;\u201d It sounded like he had to force out the statement, as if retching. He always hated this. \u201cShe\u2019s going out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo Mom\u2019s hitting the dating scene again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And Steve\u2019s comment did just what he wanted it to do. Brandon threw the basketball into Steve\u2019s chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShut up before I kick your ass,\u201d Brandon growled. \u201cShe\u2019s just meeting with him. It\u2019s not a date.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYeah, for dinner, some drinks, which I would classify as a date.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve lobbed the ball back, knowing he had chafed Brandon as much as he should for the time being. That one jab was enough before a fight ensued.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ll drive tonight,\u201d Steve offered, and then eyed Brandon, \u201cGot a full tank.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat the hell is that supposed to mean\u2014a full tank?\u201d Brandon chucked the ball at Steve again. Steve caught it as they walked to his car.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI mean that we can make it to the gym without stopping by the 7-Eleven for gas.\u201d He rolled the ball gently over the top of the car to Brandon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve was quiet until he was away from the house where this man who was attracted to his mother\u2014and his mother may think is good-looking\u2014would be coming soon. Steve came back easier to the topic this time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSeriously, dude, have you met the guy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brandon huffed and squeezed the ball between his hands. \u201cI\u2019ve seen him once. Said hi.\u201d He kept his eyes on the road ahead and his hands gripping the ball.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou think he\u2019s a good one or a jerk? And this is a serious question.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brandon laser-beamed his sight through the windshield. \u201cNot sure. I only saw him for about two minutes. He was picking up Mom and I was leaving to meet you at the gym.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve got some say in \u2026\u201d Steve didn\u2019t know how to finish.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo I have some say in who my mom dates, is that what you\u2019re asking?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMaybe. I guess that\u2019s the question. I don\u2019t know. Your mom doesn\u2019t go out a lot, at least I don\u2019t think so. As much as I\u2019m here, I\u2019ve never seen her go out before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYeah, well, she tells me to split when she does.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSo whenever you show up randomly at my place, I should assume she\u2019s got a date?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot a date!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOkay, meeting a guy for dinner and\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhy is my mother the topic of conversation, anyway? Can\u2019t we talk about something\u2014anything\u2014else!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe kicked you out tonight. She\u2019s the reason that we\u2019re not relaxing inside, so that\u2019s why she\u2019s the topic.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJust shut up about her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From then on, Steve tiptoed around this topic. He knew he was stepping into a place littered with landmines. A misstep and his body would be blown apart.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But in a soft tone of voice, he asked, \u201cDoes she go out a lot?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was still a snarl in Brandon\u2019s voice. \u201cWhat do you care?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJust wondering.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWith work, she doesn\u2019t. No time, really.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShe does work a lot. She\u2019s got a lot of pressure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI mean she\u2019s big-time in a company. Duh. What do you think I was trying to say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI don\u2019t know, but I don\u2019t trust you. You and your weird mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve got the same mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot about\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve waved off Brandon\u2019s defensiveness. At the gym that evening, they played a hard game of basketball. Brandon hit Steve with a few hard fouls, knocked him to the floor, and jammed a couple of elbows to his ribs. Sweaty and exhausted two hours later, they left the gym. Steve paused before he backed out his car from the parking spot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI don\u2019t want to bring this up again but \u2026\u201d he dragged out the word. \u201cIs it too early to go back? I mean she may come back \u2026 or I mean be dropped off \u2026 after her \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cShut up,\u201d Brandon said smoothly. \u201cI\u2019m going to Mark\u2019s house for the night. Drop me off at home. Then I\u2019ll get my car.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve left Brandon at the house. Driving back, he thought about Ms. Davis on a date. Maybe a sexy dress that outlined her curvy form. Or a low-cut blouse and skin-tight pants. High heels. An extra bounce for flirting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat dude is so lucky,\u201d Steve mumbled in a singular conversation. \u201cI\u2019d love to go out with her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His mind went on thinking about one night alone with her\u2014no Brandon, no clothes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And he amused himself at the thought, though it was a stupid idea.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then his horny mind birthed a <\/span><b>conspiracy<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. Brandon was gone. It would be one night alone\u2014albeit he would be the one alone and she would be with this guy\u2014whoever he was. If anything, he would get a chance to see what she wore for this guy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He wondered if she would kiss her date at the front door or would she even let him walk her there. She may end up hating the bastard. One man down, Steve thought. He would be ahead of one man in the long row of men available to Ms. Davis. He laughed again in his amusement and idiocy. But he decided to move forward with his plan.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An hour later, Steve had settled behind a low shrub into a dark corner of the Davis\u2019s lawn. From his view, he could see the driveway and the garage and the walkway to the front door and the row of windows through which he had happened to see those naked pictures of Ms. Davis on the television. A pivotal moment in his life. He had fantasized about Ms. Davis since he became a teen but more intensely since those three images of her were tattooed in color on his mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve waited.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And waited. He checked his watch. 9:56.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He resettled himself behind the shrub, his legs uncomfortable, his fingers twitching in his growing boredom, fiddling with the pieces of chipped wood. He decided he could never be a sniper. He hated being still so long.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Soon, he was wondering when she was going to get back home and whether he should just go home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lying there, he developed a theory about the date scenario. Get back late, and it was a good date. Early, and it was a bad date. But get back really early or really late probably meant it was a great night and they wanted the really fun stuff. So far, it was between early and late, so there was no telling.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A pair of headlights appeared and bounced along Sherwood Drive. Steve flattened out, his cheek pressing into the mulch, hoping the bright lights wouldn\u2019t happen to hit him. Those lights passed by. Wasn\u2019t them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was left to think. Would Dawn be polite to her date, if she would give him a kiss on the cheek, if she would pull away from him as he leaned forward to get a kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSorry, but I\u2019m saving these lips for a friend of my son\u2019s. I\u2019m just waiting for him to make a move,\u201d he imagined her saying as she pushed her date to arm\u2019s length.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Another pair of headlights appeared. The lights turned onto their street. This time, the dark car slowed as it pulled into the driveway. This was them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve didn\u2019t recognize the car. It wasn\u2019t Brandon\u2019s or his mother\u2019s.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The car stopped in front of the garage door. When the headlights turned off and only the parking lights were on, he could watch without a light blotch hindering his vision.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The car remained idling. No doors opened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He construed that they must be talking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve checked his watch. 10:39.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Considering the time, the date didn\u2019t have an early end. Nearly 11 on a weeknight. At least that was his assumption. He guessed an early end would have been around 6, as late as 7. That would mean they hated each other so much a gourmet meal wasn\u2019t worth the time or cost. Or it could mean that other thing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two had been in the car for a while\u2014specifically 11 minutes. They were either winding up the date as chatty adults or egging it on with flirting. Steve didn\u2019t notice bouncing or rocking in the car and didn\u2019t hear the shocks and struts squeaking. Must only be talking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve reminded himself that she was saving her mouth for him. Or more so he urged himself to hope.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then the interior of the car lit up, giving a caramel color through the dark window tints. A door must have opened slightly. It wasn\u2019t the driver\u2019s side.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve checked his watch. 18 minutes after arriving.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The door didn\u2019t fully open. She had started to open the passenger door, but he had her attention before she stepped out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What was he saying to her?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI had a great night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re a gorgeous woman.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou got a great rack.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWant to go out again?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI don\u2019t have any morning meetings. I can stay over.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve shooed away all those possibilities from his mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But he wondered what if the date did go in and did stay over. Would he continue to watch? Would he go closer to the house, under her bedroom window?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He thought of Brandon who was at Mark\u2019s house, probably playing video games or building PCs. If only he knew that his mother\u2019s date wasn\u2019t a bad one, that his mom hadn\u2019t yet left the car. More strikingly, his friend was watching his mother and hoping she\u2019d do something with the guy. That his mother would have sex! Brandon would be pissed off forever.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve\u2019s heart rate sped up when the passenger door as well as the driver-side door opened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They were getting out. This may get good. Steve snuggled deeper against the rough musky-smelling mulch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He began to worry since she was out of the car and could potentially see him. What if she did see him? That\u2019d be so embarrassing. He\u2019d never go back to their house, never talk to Brandon again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What would be his excuse? Nothing came to mind. He pushed aside the concern.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ms. Davis and the man met at the front of the car. He was taller than her by a head. As much as Steve could see at night in the house\u2019s outdoor lights. He was a lean guy, a dark blazer, and slacks, no tie. Dark hair, trimmed. No features that drew attention. An average dude.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0They strolled toward the front door, more talking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ms. Davis\u2019s head would lob side to side amiably and then she would look at the tall man by her when she spoke.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ms. Davis looked good. A flimsy skirt and a button-up blouse. It was yellow or white depending on where she stood in the light. She held a clutch purse, awkwardly switching it from her left hand to her right hand and then holding it with both hands in front of her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The pair paused at the front door of the house under the bright lights set on each side of the door. She turned toward him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve saw her fabulous form, curvy and round. He had always thought she must have been tempting to all guys when she was young, and motherhood, stress from work, and age had made her even more tempting and voluptuous.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Their faces were brightened while standing there. Steve saw that she often smiled and talked. They were getting along.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/f1s-v3\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47306 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"lelo f1s masturbation sleeve\" width=\"930\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg 930w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-300x108.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-768x277.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-770x278.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 930px) 100vw, 930px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Confirming that was her touch. He moved his arms as he spoke. She laughed and actually patted his forearm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She grabbed the door handle but paused. This was the moment that would determine so much.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She asked him something with a smile. He shrugged his shoulders, conceding. And they went into the house together.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve was surprised. He honestly didn\u2019t believe she would take her date inside. In fact, he expected an early date, likely with an amicable split in the driveway. She would walk alone to the front door. Maybe her head slightly down. Then she would be alone for the night. That\u2019s how Steve anticipated it. He was wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Now, Steve had another decision. Should he let Ms. Davis and her man be alone or should he continue his surveillance, even scouting nearer to the house?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He decided to give the couple ten minutes. If the date wasn\u2019t gone, he would find a closer hideaway. Only six minutes later, he slinked around the yard, behind trees and bushes. He crouched at the corner of the house and moved catlike along the wall until he was under the large window through which he had seen those fabulous pictures of Ms. Davis. Through the window this time, he saw they each were standing with small drink glasses in hand. Ms. Davis pointing to a painting on the wall over the fireplace. Steve knew she liked the artwork\u2014more than liked it. He was there when she first had the piece hung. She had stared at it, repeating that it was \u201cbreathtaking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her date stood close to her\u2014centimeters from her\u2014as if he was admiring the painting too. Steve had a sneaking suspicion that he was listening for the sake of sex.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man inside moved to her row of books on a shelf in the living room. He pulled out one book and slid it back in. Ms. Davis followed him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She took out another book. Steve knew she had a lot of business books. Steve always teased Brandon, saying his mother had an unknown wild side because of her book titled <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">BDSM, Business Decisions for Strategic Management<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The date downed his drink and set the glass on a small table. She put back the book and took his glass. She said something, left and quickly returned with a full glass.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve was stunned once more when Brandon\u2019s mom took the man\u2019s hand to guide him to the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve ducked from the window because the couch faced that window across the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He crouched down into a tiny ball. He now wished that he had never done the spying. Getting caught would be the end of everything. No excuse, no reason, no explanation could convince someone this was normal or should have been done.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So Steve had options. Back up and leave the premises was the most obvious and logical. Or he could stay. He could remain hidden until the date left. With that option, he\u2019d need to be out of sight in case they returned to the porch and stayed long. He was close to the porch, barely out of the light.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This far into the whole ordeal he decided to remain in place, maybe for just one more peek.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He rose up to his knees, touching the windowsill. He was like a puppy that had been left outside.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When he looked in, he was astounded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ms. Davis rested her arm on the back of the couch with her legs crossed, sitting sidesaddle. Her large thighs were bared slightly, and her chest was pointed at him. Obvious flirting. She was typically tucked into the couch, cuddling a pillow.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve mumbled her first name, as if lightly scolding her. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man was settled in the cushions too. He was spread out more so in the corner of the couch, as if daring her to come toward him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They were having a good conversation. These two had a connection, whether it was a physical attraction or simply no pause in an intriguing, in-depth conversation about a topic they both enjoyed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Another pair of headlights sprayed brightness across the yard and onto the front of the house. He paused, stock-still. He felt like a prison escapee caught in the spotlight. After what seemed forever in Steve\u2019s worry, the lights finally passed by. Nothing happened. Ms. Davis or her date didn\u2019t notice him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After a couple of minutes of rebuilding his assuredness, Steve rose to peek in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His eyes nearly popped. He gasped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ms. Davis had already leaned forward as had the man. They were kissing!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Their kisses were soft and cautious, but they turned intense.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If Brandon knew he would die!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To Steve, this evening she was no longer Ms. Davis. She was Dawn! Not Dirty Dawn but she was getting down with her date.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man\u2019s hand had slid down her bared thigh to rest on her large ass cheek. Her hand first ran through his dark hair but then moved down to the center of his chest. Then their heads began to twist and turn in their deep kissing. His hand moved to her waist and tugged her closer. She readjusted her leg to his. Her legs were spread, if only slightly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn broke the kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Did she believe she had gone too far, let herself be wooed by this man?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But she touched his bottom lip with her finger sensuously. She leaned into him again with more force. Her dress rose higher until it was obvious that she had on tiny panties because they were yet to be seen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDamn, Dawn!\u201d Steve hissed in a whisper. \u201cYou got that wild side.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two made-out on the couch for a long time. No clothing came off\u2014technically. She brushed his spindly hands away from her breasts several times. The next time, when his hands neared her chest, she redirected them to her butt. He took a deep grip on her flesh. She arched her back\u2014maybe in pain\u2014breaking their kiss again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She was obviously breathing heavily.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She stood. She tugged her dress to cover her legs. She was trying to regain control of the situation, of herself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The date stood too, after being left alone on the large couch. He seemed to be apologetic, putting both hands on her shoulders, while her back was to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Maybe they liked each other too much to go too far. Maybe he was from her office\u2014a subordinate\u2014or a board member of her company. He looked young to be a typical rich member of a board of directors that was guiding a growing engineering firm to success. However, anything was possible nowadays. It was even possible for Dawn to go all the way tonight. The thought shot a wave of excitement through his veins.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn and her date went out of Steve\u2019s sight from the window. They had gone to the kitchen. Steve knew the house\u2019s layout well enough.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He thought about various window options. The back porch!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The house was built on a hill. The backyard was lower than the front. The porch was even with the main floor, so it was high enough that there was a door underneath that led to the game room in the basement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He would be left in a tougher position if he went to the backyard. It was the floodlights. They would illuminate at the slightest movement. Sneaking in late one night, he and Brandon had been caught by his mom. It didn\u2019t end well for them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He could settle under the porch. They may step out of the house to cool off their heat. He laughed at the idea of sneaking into the basement door to the game room. He knew the passcode to unlock it. He\u2019d have a better excuse for being around if he was found in the game room than prowling in the dark. \u201cHi, Ms. Davis, I was waiting for Brandon and Mark. Are they not coming? I am so, so sorry. I must have misunderstood him. Can I join you on the couch?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There were so many places in the house Dawn could take her date. But there were so many places she would not go.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve opted to head to the back, despite the floodlights. In fact, Steve thought he might be able to use the lights to his advantage.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He ran down the front of the house and dashed across the driveway. He slipped down the steep slope of the backyard.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He triggered the floodlights and darted into the grove of trees at the edge of the yard.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The light brightened the manicured green grass, the fire pit in the center, and that broad porch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat am I doing?\u201d he cursed as he stood straight behind a large oak. He regretted his choice. \u201cI am so stupid. So stupid. I gotta get out of here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But Dawn led her date onto the porch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe deer and other animals always trigger these lights,\u201d she was saying.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve done quite a job out here. I am impressed,\u201d he said. \u201cI enjoy a good backyard. It can be a place to find some rest.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou never know what\u2019s out there though,\u201d Dawn responded. \u201cSomeone could be watching us right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow often do you use the fire pit?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMe, not often. I have been too busy with this new business contract. I just can\u2019t relax enough. My son and his friends use it, so it\u2019s not just a lawn ornament.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was a pause in their conversation. They stared beyond the lights, into the dark of the trees. Steve prayed they would not notice the voyeur.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The date turned his back and leaned against the railing. He admired the house. Through the large windows into the well-lit kitchen, dining room, and the living room where that now renown couch was. In the future, whenever Steve would sit on that couch, he would remember what happened on her date.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou have an amazing house. Not as amazing as you are,\u201d the date said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve gagged at the stupidity of the man\u2019s statement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAw, you\u2019re kind,\u201d Dawn said and swatted his arm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man turned to her. He touched her shoulder. \u201cYou\u2019ve shown me a lot of the house. I want to see more. Can you show me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhich room do you want to see?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve was astounded by Dawn\u2019s response. And in a luring tone of voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo you have any other large pieces of art you want to show me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Not so bad, Steve thought.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was the piece of art that the date wanted. He didn\u2019t care about some painting, what it means, or the style and the period in which it was painted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve thought about the house and the art. The living room piece was her favorite. She had another painting in the formal dining room. It was one of those abstract paintings that makes no sense to the average person and the creative people have to act like they understand its meaning and beauty. And Dawn had one more painting. It was in the large hallway that led to her office\u2014the same hall that she ran down to demand that Steve drop the remote control before turning on the TV. Then a door away was her bedroom. If she took him to see that painting \u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSure, I have more to show you,\u201d Dawn said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, shit! Dawn, you are showing your wild side,\u201d Steve whispered in his astonishment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If Brandon knew!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Leaving the porch, Dawn started toward the abstract piece. Though unable to hear, Steve could see that the date redirected her, pointing to the hallway. She urged him the other way. He did not intend to go, and Dawn soon conceded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve needed another hideout. He could not see into the window to her office. He\u2019d have to climb a tree, and he couldn\u2019t do that. His only remaining option was going near her bedroom window. Being at the front corner of the house, he had two windows to look into, if the man could convince Dawn into her bedroom. That\u2019d the crazy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What other choice did he have? He could potentially miss a lot of action. His scouting may have ended right then.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve edged his way through the trees to avoid triggering the lights and up the slope to the main floor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On the first window of her bedroom, Steve found the blinds to her room closed. It wasn\u2019t unusual. She wasn\u2019t one to let the neighbors see her private side. Although her son\u2019s friend had seen quite a bit, Steve thought. He was surprised by the second window. It didn\u2019t face the street but only the remaining trees. The curtain was down, but it was relatively sheer. He would be able to see forms and movements but few details<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He tucked himself at the base of the window. For three minutes, Steve remained there, stuck in limbo. Should he find another place to hole up? Would Dawn take her date into her bedroom? Which would mean the night went well.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No forms appeared briefly in the bedroom. At seven minutes, Steve opted to return to the front window.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He crawled\u2014hands and knees\u2014over the mulch and stones down the front until he was settled again by the window. He peeked in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn had led them from the hallway and back to the couch. Steve was relieved he had found them, even if they weren\u2019t in the bedroom.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two were chatting again. Hearing the man on the porch and his attempt to guide Dawn toward the hallway, the guy wanted more than a few kisses.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve wondered if Dawn planned to keep him at bay. She now had a little more space between her and her date. It was hard to determine the chemistry between them after Dawn had broken up their make-out session.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Meanwhile, Steve was there, urging Dawn\u2019s date to move again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on, dude. You don\u2019t have much time. Do not waste this whole night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The date made Dawn laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Good sign.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn rested her elbow on the back of the couch and held her head in her hand. She had eased, become comfortable.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He talked some more, pushing the conversation. Then there was a pause between them. Steve held his breath in anticipation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The date touched her shoulder and then leaned forward. His hand moved to her knee, and he kissed her cheek again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn let him place a short kiss on her cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve\u2019s heart cheered with a sudden set of thumps. Keep going!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He kissed her other cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/mia-3\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-45207 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/travel-friendly-sex-toys.jpg\" alt=\"discreet sex toys\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/travel-friendly-sex-toys.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/travel-friendly-sex-toys-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/travel-friendly-sex-toys-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/travel-friendly-sex-toys-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn didn\u2019t seem to react. Maybe she was trying to withstand him, to control herself, to limit the night while getting as much pleasure as possible.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He moved his hand higher on her thigh. His fingers touched the hem of her dress. Dawn didn\u2019t move, not disallowing him or reacting to his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He shifted in the couch and took her left hand. He massaged it. Dawn\u2019s body eased. The wall she had built was down. This date must have said he knew massage secrets.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve noted one of Dawn\u2019s likes: a hand massage.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn brushed her hair over her shoulder, which gave her date full view of her neck. He pulled her hand toward him and he leaned in for a kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He placed his lips on her neck. A vampire-like kiss. Dawn put her hands on his head to hold him there. She had fallen once more into desire.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His hands brought hers to his lower back. Then those hands of his snaked under her dress. He was not waiting this time. Patience was a virtue he had left on the porch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His hand raised the flimsy fabric so her full thigh and her waist was bared. Steve saw her band of dark panties.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He begged for him to get her naked. It was one thing to see digital images of her but in real life\u2014albeit through a windowpane\u2014was on a whole new level.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn suddenly pushed him forward, so he was flattened on the couch. For an instant Steve wondered if she was angry. She wasn\u2019t. She lifted her skirt to make it akin to a tutu at her waist. Then she climbed on top of him and plunged with passion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her panties were tiny, especially in comparison to her ass.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve\u2019s mouth was suddenly parched and a pulse in his temples quickened steadily at seeing all this. Brandon\u2019s mom was making out with some guy that Brandon had met just once. She was going at it too. She was on top and was intense.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then his shirt came off. He retaliated. Her dress came over her head. Both pieces of clothes were flat and forgotten on the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The date raised up and put Dawn on her back. The woman\u2019s legs spread to allow him to get closer to her. They kissed more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The date\u2019s lips went down her neck again, two quick touches of his lips on her collarbones and then he went to her breasts. They removed her bra, tossing it aside. And he gobbled up her tits. Dawn obviously loved it. Her hands again ruffled his hair into a mess. Her legs wrapped around him, her ankles locking, then unlocking to rub along his torso.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unfortunately, Steve could not hear the tantalizing sounds of this couple\u2019s sex. He wanted to hear Dawn cry out or moan, to hear his body slap against hers, to listen to him command her to fuck him and suck his dick, to hear her cum with a wild shout. That window blocked so much. It was a porn video on mute.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But Dawn stopped. She pushed him up. Steve wondered if she was going down to her knees. He knew she sucked dicks. In that one picture of her he saw, she had a large cock in her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That\u2019s not what happened. Dawn wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She slid into her dress, foregoing her bra.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She and her date had a discussion. He wanted more. She felt she had gone pretty far on their date. Soon the front door opened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019m sorry if I upset you,\u201d he walked out saying.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s not your fault, it\u2019s mine. I let things get too out of hand,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCan I see you again?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes.\u201d The word fumbled out of her mouth, as if she was unsure about seeing him again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI hope we can get together. I enjoyed tonight\u2014especially our conversation.\u201d He smiled. He must have known her tone of voice. He obviously avoided how much he enjoyed things after the conversation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He left, dejected, and sped away. Now Dawn was alone in the house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve saw her pick up her bra and then leave the living room. Maybe she was \u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve scrambled backward to her bedroom window. Through the sheer curtain, he saw Dawn\u2019s form enter through the door. She shed her dress.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dawn lay down on the bed. She didn\u2019t wait. She grabbed something. Steve could kind of tell what it was. When she put it between her legs, it became obvious. She pumped it, twisting her head and arching her back. She went faster and harder and deeper. She reached to a breast, massaging it and then pulling her nipple, stretching it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve pulled out his long-hardened dick and stroked. He imagined her shouting, \u201cSteve, I held off, waiting for you. I didn\u2019t want him. I want to fuck you!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve watched her masturbate, fucking herself wholeheartedly. She was animated. When he heard a wild shout, he felt a welling up inside of him too. At the second shout from Dawn, he shot hot cum all over the wall of the house and the mulch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0In his woozy, tired state, he peeked into the window once more. Dawn was flat but holding up a long dildo, as if staring at the greatest dick she\u2019d felt in a long time\u2014if ever. It was a perfect silhouette of a woman basking in her orgasm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Steve sneaked into the dark.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He saw Brandon a week later and moved the conversation toward the topic of the date.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow\u2019d the date go?\u201d Steve asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI don\u2019t know. Why would I know? Why do you want to know?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo reason.\u201d Steve forced an innocent shrug. \u201cI just want to be prepared for when we\u2019ll be kicked out of the house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe may get booted out next week sometime.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Enjoy this story more with 15% off <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">LELO.com<\/a> with code <span style=\"color: #800080;\">VOLONTE15<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Brandon yanked open the front door of his house on Sherwood Drive before Steve even had a chance to knock. \u201cYo, dude. Can\u2019t hang out here tonight. Mom\u2019s kicking us out,\u201d Brandon said. \u201cWhy? D&#8217;you ruin the place?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d he said flatly. 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