Climbing the stairs to the main floor​, Adam realized that he was thirsty and needed a little water to sip on. He found that, once he was in the kitchen, he was not alone.  A beautiful, twenty year old brunette stood at the sink pouring herself a glass of water while Adam pulled a plastic bottle filled with water out of the refrigerator. 

​     He held the bottle up so she could see it. "Would you prefer..." 

     "No, this is fine, thank you." 

​     "I'm sorry, but...have we met?"

​     "Well, I certainly know who you are, Mr. Forwarder." 

​     "No, no mister. Call me Adam."  

     "All right...Adam."

     "And your name is..."  

     "Eileen." 

​     "Very pleased to meet you, Eileen. And you are a...guest here?" 

     "I'm a friend of Rhonda's."

​     "Of course."

     "She said you wouldn't mind if I spent a couple days..."

     "She's absolutely right to say so. You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like."

     "Rhonda and I met in college. She loves working here."

     "And we love having her." Adam reached into the refrigerator to pull out another bottle of water. "I can't have any friend of Rhonda's just drinking tap water." As he closed the refrigerator door, his robe fell open. Eileen gasped in spite of herself. He was so...so...she licked her lips. All of a sudden she was very, very thirsty. 

     As he handed her the water, Adam touched her short, black hair. "If I may say so, you are a beautiful woman with beautiful, beautiful hair."

     "Why thank you, kind sir." Eileen's nipples hardened. She'd never before in her life been affected this strongly, this quickly, by a man. She suddenly became aware of the fact that it was dawn and that she hadn't meant to run into Adam Forwarder like this and that she, herself, wore only slippers, a thin robe, and a see-through nightie.  

     "Rhonda's right about you," she said.

     "Oh yeah? And what did Rhonda say about me?" 

     "She said I'd want to fuck you within five minutes of meeting you."  

     "It takes that long?" Adam chuckled at his own joke. As he recalled, Rhonda herself didn't wait a full five minutes. "I'm certain she exaggerates." He twisted the cap off a bottle of water, then went to hand her the bottle itself. As he did, the cap slipped out of his hand to bounce off, then roll around on, the floor. 

​     "Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm so clumsy. Could you possibly..." 

​     "Of course." Eileen bent at the waist to pick up the cap. "Although, there is something else Rhonda told me." 

​     "What's that?" 

     "That you're never, ever clumsy, but sometimes you act clumsy to get into someone's pants." 

     Adam chuckled. "I doubt that would ever really work." 

     "Honestly? I think it's about to."

     He lifted the back of her robe and nightie to get a look at her small, pear-shaped butt cheeks. He spread her legs just enough to get a look at her pussy lips. He didn't bother to explore whether she was wet or not. He knew she was. He gripped her hips and held on tight, and that's the only thing that kept Eileen from completely losing her balance as he rammed his massive cock into her from behind. A tidal wave of an orgasm overcame her almost immediately, and by the time she recovered he, too, had finished.

     "I ought to...to...I've never...I mean, I..." 

     "I know. I know. You'll never forget me. No one ever does." He turned her around to kiss her nose. "And I'll never forget you either, Ellie."  

     "That's Eileen." 

​     "Of course."

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