After dinner and a movie, Bob parked in a secluded spot by a lake and drew Lisa into his arms. She came willingly enough, letting him kiss her and wriggle his tongue suggestively in her mouth, but of course she didn't expect they were going to go any farther than this. Lisa firmly believed in remaining a virgin till she was married.

Still she couldn't help but feel hot excitement as Bob tongue-kissed her lingeringly and ran his hands over her body. Bob, an attractive and successful businessman of twenty-eight, had turned her on from the moment she met him. Sighing, she melted in his arms and returned his kiss, snaking her hot little tongue over his. She felt her pussy starting to swell and moisten and grow hot.

Abruptly Bob broke the kiss and said, "Lisa, I think we ought to get married."

"Oh, Bob, so do I," Lisa said. "Everything good seems to be happening today."

"I mean right away," he said.

"But I can't," Lisa said. "I'm going to see my brother."

"Then as soon as you get back?" Bob pleaded.

"I'll think about it," Lisa promised.

Something in Bob's voice bothered her, it was so hoarse and urgent. He started kissing her again, roughly and hungrily this time, and Lisa felt his hands closing over her pert orange-sized tits, cupping and squeezing. Even through her blouse and bra she could feel the searing heat of his palms. She gave a muffled squeak of protest and jerked her mouth away from his.

"Hey, hold it, tiger," she said, trying to laugh it off. "What's happening?"

"What do you think?" Bob said hoarsely. "Jesus, Lisa, we've been dating almost a year, and all I've ever gotten out of you is a kiss. I'm a normal healthy guy, for chrissake. Feel this."

He seized Lisa's hand and set it palm-down on the fly of his pants. Lisa felt a huge hard bulge, and she blushed hotly and whipped her hand away. "Bob, stop," she gasped.

"No," he growled. "Not this time. I've waited long enough, Lisa."