All Is Not Lost

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Samantha moaned as David's fingers danced across her skin. She couldn't help but feel herself growing hotter under his touch. With each passing second, the tension between them became more palpable. Their bodies were practically aching for each other.

David leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against Samantha's neck as he trailed kisses down towards her fluttering heart. His hands found their way underneath her top and explored the soft flesh of her stomach before moving upwards to cup her breasts over the black lacey bra. Samantha let out a soft gasp at the sensation, arching her back slightly into his touch.

His lips met hers once more, this time more forcefully as he took control of the kiss. He pulled back slightly, allowing just enough air to pass through their lips, before pressing forward again with even greater passion. Samantha melted into his embrace, returning the kiss with an equal fervor.

David reached around her body and tried to unclasp Samantha's bra in the back but failed due to its intricate design. Frustration set in as he tried again and again but couldn't seem to get it undone no matter how hard he tried or how many times he tugged at it. Sweat began to form on his brow from the effort as he stopped trying to concentrate on undoing her bra clasp and instead moved lower down her body towards her waistband, where her tight leather pants were secured around her hips.

He could feel himself growing harder, his stiff cock straining against his blue jeans. Every second that went by was excruciating. He wanted, no, needed to be inside her. But he knew that something wasn't right. He was blowing it, and not in a good way.

As he gripped onto the fabric of her pants, determined not to let this moment slip away from him. His heart raced with excitement as he finally managed to get a grip on the button of her pants and started working it loose. It popped easily. His dick throbbed in his pants. “There was still a chance,” he thought. Maybe he wasn’t blowing it after all.

Samantha moaned softly into his ear, encouraging him with her breathy voice.

His breath hitched as he found the top of the zipper. He tried to slip his hand in her pants, too tight. He could feel her smooth skin and wondered if she was even wearing panties. The pain of his cock beneath his clothes was growing more and more unbearable by the second. He needed to be released.

He couldn’t wait. He began tugging at the zipper, But alas, fate seemed to be against him once again as he struggled with unzipping her. It felt like it was stuck or jammed or something; nothing seemed to budge despite all of his efforts.

Samantha bit her lip in anticipation, feeling his growing frustration.

Feeling defeated but not wanting to give up just yet, David tried one last time to free himself from this predicament. But the zipper would not seem to budge. He grew more and more impatient. He leaned down so he could get a closer look at the beast standing in the way of his desires. How could this tiny metal thing be so much trouble? He asked himself. He worked out. Rode a Harley, for fuck's sake! He was a man’s man. Alpha through and through. But the zipper would not budge.

“Damn it!” He shouted to no one in particular as he fell back to the floor.

Samantha giggled softly at the unexpected outburst before pulling away from him slightly. She could see his cock straining underneath the fabric of his jeans. "Maybe we can try this another time when you're not so... frustrated?" she teased with a wink.

Samantha could see the disappointment etched across David's face but chose not to focus on it too much. Instead, she offered him a reassuring smile before standing up from the couch and walking him over to the front door. Not another word was uttered as he exited her apartment and walked down the hall towards the elevator. She watched him walk away for a moment before shutting the door and heading for her bedroom.

Inside her room, Samantha shut the door behind her and let out a slow exhale.

She stood in front of her tall bedroom mirror, taking in the view. Her blouse looked like she’d been in a fight. All ruffled and pulled about. The top button of her pants was undone, and the poor zipper that wouldn’t be moved...

She sighed. Reaching down to try to pull down the zipper to find it moved effortlessly. She was amazed. Her pants fell to the floor, revealing her smooth skin that begged to be touched. Next, she pulled off her blouse. Not really caring where it landed, and unclasped the bra that gave David such a hard time. That too came off effortlessly and found its way on the floor with everything else.

Samantha examined herself critically from head to toe: smooth skin glistening under the dim light; soft curves that begged for touch; reddened lips still swollen from kisses only moments ago...

She still had her desires, and now that their encounter had ended prematurely, Samantha ached for something. She reached between her legs as she looked at herself in the mirror. Slowly she began exploring herself slowly through her folds of warm moisture gathering there due to aroused

Her fingers danced across her clit, circling it gently at first before increasing pressure until small gasps escaped her lips. Her own sexy scent filled the air as she stroked herself faster, closer towards release. It wasn't the same as having someone inside her, but it would have to do for now.

Her body shook with pleasure as she came undone in a series of tremors that left her weak-kneed and breathless. She leaned against the cool glass of the mirror, catching her breath while looking at herself admiringly - proud of how strong and sexy she was. A shame David wasn’t here to share in it.

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