At the hotdog stand
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Just trying out my hand at writing lemons..=P
PART ONE
It was on a rather ordinary Friday morning when a man by the name of Dennis McArthurs was walking down a secluded road, heading to work. Still in his early twenties, he was a hard-working and serious individual that one would expect from someone much older.
Along the way, he chanced upon a hotdog stand and instinctively, his stomach growled. He hasn't had his breakfast yet, so he thought he might as well buy himself a snack first. "Hello?" he asked, wondering where the owner was. "Is there anybody.."
His sentence trailed off as he heard footsteps coming from behind him. Turning around, he was quite surprised to see a girl dressed in a big hotdog costume approaching him. It was because of the large outfit that only her face, arms, and lower legs could be seen.
"How may I help you, sir?" she inquired, obviously sweating from wearing the bulky costume.
"Don't you feel hot from wearing that?" he asked, momentarily forgetting his hunger.
"Well, I guess..." she said, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of her face.
"You could always take it off, you know." Dennis said, feeling somewhat sympathetic for the girl.
At his response, the girl blushed. "I suppose you're right..." she said softly. Turning around, she asked him if he could help her with the zipper at the back of her costume.
Not the least bit curious about the reason behind her blush just seconds earlier, Dennis tugged the zipper fully down without a thought.
Looking at what he just did, he then backed away with visible shock on his face, leaving the girl to take the rest of the costume off.
“W-Why aren’t you wearing anything underneath that costume? A-Are you out of your mind? People might see you!” Dennis exclaimed, and despite his usual character, he was unable to keep himself from blushing at the sight of a naked lady standing before him.
“What are you talking about? You were the one who told me to take it off in the first place.” she said, about to turn around and face him.
“Stop! Don’t turn around! Don’t you feel the slightest bit of shame at…well, this kind of indecency?” Dennis protested, mentally reminding himself not to have a sudden nosebleed.
“But I feel so much better without the costume, and I do need to get back to work, you know.” she said, hiding her amusement at the man’s prudish nature. “If you don’t want me to turn around, you could at least help lead me back to my hotdog stand.”
He didn't see her smirk when she said that.
[[TO BE CONTINUED..OR NOT]]
Well, I guess I'm not much of a lemon writer eh? -_-"
PART ONE
It was on a rather ordinary Friday morning when a man by the name of Dennis McArthurs was walking down a secluded road, heading to work. Still in his early twenties, he was a hard-working and serious individual that one would expect from someone much older.
Along the way, he chanced upon a hotdog stand and instinctively, his stomach growled. He hasn't had his breakfast yet, so he thought he might as well buy himself a snack first. "Hello?" he asked, wondering where the owner was. "Is there anybody.."
His sentence trailed off as he heard footsteps coming from behind him. Turning around, he was quite surprised to see a girl dressed in a big hotdog costume approaching him. It was because of the large outfit that only her face, arms, and lower legs could be seen.
"How may I help you, sir?" she inquired, obviously sweating from wearing the bulky costume.
"Don't you feel hot from wearing that?" he asked, momentarily forgetting his hunger.
"Well, I guess..." she said, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of her face.
"You could always take it off, you know." Dennis said, feeling somewhat sympathetic for the girl.
At his response, the girl blushed. "I suppose you're right..." she said softly. Turning around, she asked him if he could help her with the zipper at the back of her costume.
Not the least bit curious about the reason behind her blush just seconds earlier, Dennis tugged the zipper fully down without a thought.
Looking at what he just did, he then backed away with visible shock on his face, leaving the girl to take the rest of the costume off.
“W-Why aren’t you wearing anything underneath that costume? A-Are you out of your mind? People might see you!” Dennis exclaimed, and despite his usual character, he was unable to keep himself from blushing at the sight of a naked lady standing before him.
“What are you talking about? You were the one who told me to take it off in the first place.” she said, about to turn around and face him.
“Stop! Don’t turn around! Don’t you feel the slightest bit of shame at…well, this kind of indecency?” Dennis protested, mentally reminding himself not to have a sudden nosebleed.
“But I feel so much better without the costume, and I do need to get back to work, you know.” she said, hiding her amusement at the man’s prudish nature. “If you don’t want me to turn around, you could at least help lead me back to my hotdog stand.”
He didn't see her smirk when she said that.
[[TO BE CONTINUED..OR NOT]]
Well, I guess I'm not much of a lemon writer eh? -_-"
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needs to be a bit more sexual appeal. At least described what he saw.
Other than that, this is a bit arousing and could be a good story. The humour is good too
Other than that, this is a bit arousing and could be a good story. The humour is good too
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Tsujoi
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I find this to be more of a humorous story. I mean...hot dog suit...haha...Is he going to fuck her in it?
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PART TWO
WARNING: No sex yet. (Buuurrrrrrnnnnnn!!!)
Dennis bit his lower lip. As he continued to glare at the girl, his gaze wandered south and he found himself staring at her pale, bare buttocks. They were, Dennis quietly admitted to himself, rather nice. Each butt cheek looked round and firm, and the additional sheen of sweat only managed to emphasize its suppleness.
There was a familiar stirring in his loins as his eyes ventured even lower, his imagination giving him an image of what was hidden beneath her buttcrack. What he wouldn’t give just to spread those lovely butt cheeks with his bare hands and ram his whole—
†˜Stop it!’ He mentally slapped himself. The girl maybe hot, but she was certainly a weirdo, having stripped right before a stranger in the middle of a road, no less. Granted, rarely does anyone use that road, but it was still very much accessible to the public.
The girl, sensing the delay in his movement, slightly turned her head over to look at him. “Well, are you going to help me or not?” she asked.
Swallowing hard, he nervously stepped forward and held her arm. “Just…don’t you dare turn your body around! Not even the slightest bit!”
With that said, he gave her arm a small tug, leading her to the back of the hotdog stand, behind which was a forest.
“Ok, I’ve done my part. Could you please put on some clothes now?” He insisted impatiently. Of course that was only what his conscience wanted; his reawakened member, on the other hand, had its own way of thinking.
“What are you talking about?” the girl said, as though she really had no idea that that was what he had intended from the beginning. “I didn’t bring any spare clothes. All I have with me is the hotdog costume, and there is no way I’m putting that thing on again.”
“What?!” Dennis exclaimed, not unlike the way he had reacted earlier when he found out she had nothing on underneath the costume. “And you expect yourself to go out there in the middle of the road and sell hotdogs without even a stitch of clothing on?”
He was about to go on saying, “Who raised you?!”, when she started giggling all of a sudden. Before he could stop her, she turned herself around, giving him a full-frontal view of her body. “Sir, you really are quite funny when you are angry like that. I’m actually off duty as of the moment and was planning on locking up when you happened to walk by. You looked like the serious type, so I thought I’d play around with you for a little while.”
Somewhat distracted by the unexpected sight of her heaving, globular breasts with erect nipples exposed in front of him, Dennis unsurprisingly had a difficult time forming his next sentence. “I-Is this some…some sort of a sick joke?” he wanted to ask in an accusing tone, but ended up coming out flat.
“Don’t be mean…don’t you think it’d make a good laugh years from now?” she completely brushed him off by answering eagerly. She didn’t notice that her breasts gave a small jiggle when she made gestures to emphasize her excitement, though Dennis certainly did.
†˜Good Lord…’ Dennis thought to himself, as he couldn’t stop himself from staring at her naked body.
“Anyway…” the girl went on, pretending not to notice his discomfort at her severe lack of clothing. “Were you planning on ordering a hotdog earlier? I haven’t locked up yet, and to be honest, I could really use a snack myself.”
Grabbing two hotdog buns from the pushcart, she offered one to him saying, “Hungry?”, with an inconspicuous glint in her eye.
Despite her innocent-looking demeanor, Dennis wondered to himself whether or not she was still toying with him. 'Fuck me.' he swore at the current situation in his mind.
He had no idea that his unintended request would be granted in a short while.
I wonder if it was necessary to add the extra suspense...
Oh well.
WARNING: No sex yet. (Buuurrrrrrnnnnnn!!!)
Dennis bit his lower lip. As he continued to glare at the girl, his gaze wandered south and he found himself staring at her pale, bare buttocks. They were, Dennis quietly admitted to himself, rather nice. Each butt cheek looked round and firm, and the additional sheen of sweat only managed to emphasize its suppleness.
There was a familiar stirring in his loins as his eyes ventured even lower, his imagination giving him an image of what was hidden beneath her buttcrack. What he wouldn’t give just to spread those lovely butt cheeks with his bare hands and ram his whole—
†˜Stop it!’ He mentally slapped himself. The girl maybe hot, but she was certainly a weirdo, having stripped right before a stranger in the middle of a road, no less. Granted, rarely does anyone use that road, but it was still very much accessible to the public.
The girl, sensing the delay in his movement, slightly turned her head over to look at him. “Well, are you going to help me or not?” she asked.
Swallowing hard, he nervously stepped forward and held her arm. “Just…don’t you dare turn your body around! Not even the slightest bit!”
With that said, he gave her arm a small tug, leading her to the back of the hotdog stand, behind which was a forest.
“Ok, I’ve done my part. Could you please put on some clothes now?” He insisted impatiently. Of course that was only what his conscience wanted; his reawakened member, on the other hand, had its own way of thinking.
“What are you talking about?” the girl said, as though she really had no idea that that was what he had intended from the beginning. “I didn’t bring any spare clothes. All I have with me is the hotdog costume, and there is no way I’m putting that thing on again.”
“What?!” Dennis exclaimed, not unlike the way he had reacted earlier when he found out she had nothing on underneath the costume. “And you expect yourself to go out there in the middle of the road and sell hotdogs without even a stitch of clothing on?”
He was about to go on saying, “Who raised you?!”, when she started giggling all of a sudden. Before he could stop her, she turned herself around, giving him a full-frontal view of her body. “Sir, you really are quite funny when you are angry like that. I’m actually off duty as of the moment and was planning on locking up when you happened to walk by. You looked like the serious type, so I thought I’d play around with you for a little while.”
Somewhat distracted by the unexpected sight of her heaving, globular breasts with erect nipples exposed in front of him, Dennis unsurprisingly had a difficult time forming his next sentence. “I-Is this some…some sort of a sick joke?” he wanted to ask in an accusing tone, but ended up coming out flat.
“Don’t be mean…don’t you think it’d make a good laugh years from now?” she completely brushed him off by answering eagerly. She didn’t notice that her breasts gave a small jiggle when she made gestures to emphasize her excitement, though Dennis certainly did.
†˜Good Lord…’ Dennis thought to himself, as he couldn’t stop himself from staring at her naked body.
“Anyway…” the girl went on, pretending not to notice his discomfort at her severe lack of clothing. “Were you planning on ordering a hotdog earlier? I haven’t locked up yet, and to be honest, I could really use a snack myself.”
Grabbing two hotdog buns from the pushcart, she offered one to him saying, “Hungry?”, with an inconspicuous glint in her eye.
Despite her innocent-looking demeanor, Dennis wondered to himself whether or not she was still toying with him. 'Fuck me.' he swore at the current situation in his mind.
He had no idea that his unintended request would be granted in a short while.
I wonder if it was necessary to add the extra suspense...
Oh well.
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Tsujoi wrote...
I mean...hot dog suit...haha...Is he going to fuck her in it?I can't promise anything. I pretty much write as I go. LOL
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You my friend, are outstanding. It's amusing, funny if i do say so myself, and it does cause some arousal. Hoping for the third installment. +rep when mine resets. I enjoyed it. Thanks for the read.
