When Larry Met Halle
written by:
Little tommy D.

When Larry Met Halle

Larry came to a dead stop. He blinked before rubbing his eyes as he couldn't believe the image he viewed of the woman standing on the corner. She was gorgeous, she was the ideal answer to all of his desires, and of all things, she was standing there waiting to cross the street amid a noontime group of workers heading for lunch and---she was absolutely nude. She had not a stitch, not a shoe, not even a purse. His thoughts were multiplying swiftly. Most were confusion of what he should do if anything. He hurried toward the corner thinking as he hustled toward her. His conclusion was: I'll wrap her in my coat and guide her away from the prying eyes of the crowds of onlookers. But when he allowed his eyes to float from her body, he saw that there were no on-lookers. He was stunned. Why wasn't she drawing any attention of the crowded streets? He didn't understand why. Am I the only one who can see a naked woman? Following closely behind her now, his eyes automatically drifted downward and he became enthralled by the rhythmic movement of the cheeks of her exquisite ass as her legs drove her forward. He was aware that his dick had quivered, had begin to harden and rapidly rise. The thin summer pants he wore were tenting on the left side of his fly and he became nervous when people began to notice and point to his hard on, but yet none were paying any heed to the naked figure in front of him.

She turned right at the next intersection and he continued to follow her, moving closer and closer as the streets became less crowded. At the next light, she stopped, shifted her hip to one side and stood waiting. But waiting on what? He had stopped farther back as he pondered over why she stood there. Was she waiting on the light, for him, the traffic? The light changed yet she didn't cross the street. She just stood there in the same pose. He was frozen in place. He still hadn't seen the front of her, had no idea what she looked like, but he knew he would like her looks. No one with as body plus an ass like hers could be unattractive. He made a decision as she continued to wait. He boldly walked up beside her and stopped. Now he was aware that she had stood up straight and was looked downward at him. He became nervous as he realized she had caught a glimpse of his tented trousers and he was devastated by the thought. She continued to look so he also dropped his chin so that he could see and his heart stopped when he saw that the pants weren't tented. No, they weren't tented because, of all things, his dick was sticking straight out of his fly fully exposed to her sight. There was nothing to do but face her and explain his predicament. When he looked her way, she was smiling; she was the epitome of beauty. He was overwhelmed by her lovely smile, her picturesque and wonderful face. He was somewhat braver now and that gave him the nerve to move forward as he surveyed her entire body from the front, a very scenic view. Her breasts could only be described as perfect in every way; the nipples were firm, a colorful rosy pink, the aureoles magnificent in size and tint, and the sight of them brought saliva to the fore throughout his entire mouth.

His gaze moved farther down and when she noticed his eyes scanning her abdominal area, she turned slightly to give him the view of a broader expanse of her body. He focused on her navel, saw that it was perfectly round, the rest of her abdomen showed no flaws, and there were no scars evident that would indicate surgery of any kind. As his eyes were dropping lower, he observed that her pussy hair covering matched the color of her hair, a reddish-brown tinge that was evenly matched throughout. He calculated that she kept it trimmed as it was showing neat, even sides with no wild hair evident to his eyes. He had to look lower and closer to see the dim outline of her vulva lips. There was no protrusion of the inner lips visible. All the time he was drinking in her body features, his dick had continually flexed up and down to her charming delight. She spoke, shocking him from the stupor that developed from digesting the awesomeness of her fault-free, blemish free body. He didn't comprehend what she had said, so he replied, "Pardon, I missed your statement. What did you say?"

She was still smiling as she responded, "I said, 'Hello. I'm Halle. What's your name?"

He casually waved toward her and responded, "Sorry, Halle. I'm Larry. I'm very pleased to meet you."

Her smile broadened as she playfully waved back when she laughingly answered, "So Larry Met Halle! Should I also emulate an orgasm as we stand here? You remember, like in the movie?"

Braver now that she had broken the voice ice, he moved closer to her as he smiled with his answer, "Why emulate when you have the opportunity to undergo the real orgasmic encounter. I have a feeling that you have been watching the device that causes orgasms waving around outside and admiring the beauty standing next to it."

She moved closer to him and whispered, "Yes, I did notice it signaling to me a moment ago. She nuzzled his cheek and he twitched as a shudder flew through him when her hand had easily wrapped around his dick and moved back and forward several times, weakening his knees to the point of collapse.

With her hand movement persisting in its light, easy back and torths, she again whispered, "So Larry, as our meeting is now officially established, what do you propose as the solution to bring me my orgasm? We can't be seen doing it here on the street corner, can we?"

He was breathing faster and harder as her hand had generated more speed and her jacking on his dick was initiating rapidly increasing violent shudders that caused him to stutter his answer to her, "Halle, I propose that we---Oh, God! No God, don't let me cum now, not now dammit!" But his plea was too late as the cum shot from the eye of his dick and fell to the street. She giggled, kept pumping his dick harder and stronger as the spurts of creamy cum continued to fall. When he bent moaning as the last of the cum dribbled out, she raised her hand and licked the side of her little finger and droned, "Humm, hummm umm. That was a nice one, Larry." She tiptoed upwards, her red lips puckered when---

His eyes popped open to find his sheet, his stomach; his pajama bottoms all dripping with a massive load of cum. His dick was dripping sticky goo into the hair above his dick. He pushed the blanket down and shouted to no one, "Shit! Best wet dream I've ever had and it came to a messy fucking end too damn soon. I didn't get to fuck that beauty. God damn you dick Cumming so fucking soon." He rolled to the side of the bed, stepped from his pajama bottoms, stripped the sheet, and walked down the hall wiping the end of his dick with his pajamas. He threw them in the laundry basket, went to the bathroom and washed the hair above his dick, cleaned the cum from his stomach, and dipped his dick in the water to wash away the gluey residue.

Once he was clean, he decided not to go back to bed. It was almost seven and time for him to get ready for work anyway. As he sat with his first cup of morning coffee, he replayed the dream. It was the best of his 30 years of life. He also decided that he either needed to get more pussy or jack off more often in the event of another wet dream. God, they were messy in the middle of the night. He realized he hadn't cum for some two weeks or longer and had built up a deadly load that had caused the mess. Oh, well. Shit happens. The proof is that it happened to me last night.

It was Monday, three days later. The weekend was a non-event as he worked Saturday with a client until late in the evening. He slept in on Sunday, watched a ball game, spoke with his brother on the phone about vacation plans, called his Mom to wish her luck with her dental appointment, and watched an HBO rerun while having a pizza dinner on the couch. Once at work, He left his office on the way to lunch alone because the others he normally lunched with had other commitments. He had decided to splurge and have shrimp scampi at the seafood restaurant four blocks south of his office. As he approached the corner of the street where the restaurant was located, he came to a dead stop. He blinked but this time didn't rub his eyes.

There she stood at the corner waiting to cross. Not nude, but wearing a pearl gray sheath that clung like a one-coat paint job. He moved rapidly to get to the corner and stand behind her. He followed her across the street, imagining the same rhythmic movement of her ass cheeks as in his dream. Braver awake, he caught up to her and pulled in front, stopping her. When she suspiciously backed off, he held his hand up and said, "I'm sorry if I startled you, but if I could ask, is your name Halle?"

When he asked that, she really became wary of him, but since they were in public with hordes of people nearby, she cautiously answered, "Yes. I'm Halle Newton. How did you know my name?"

Thinking fast, he replied, "A friend pointed you out and told me that you were someone I needed to know. I'll give you the friends name later, but only if and when you agree that we need to know each other. I don't want to get the friend in hot water with you." He gave her his most radiant and glowing smile. When she didn't respond, he piped up and said, "Halle, I was going in for lunch," and he pointed to the upscale restaurant. "Would you agree to join me and we can talk about our knowing each other over a seafood selection of your choice?"

She paused and studied him for a few seconds and then inquired, "What's your name and where do you work?"

He grinned at her weakening and answered, "The name is Larry Thermen. I am a financial investment advisor and planner with Universal Financial Answers in the Upton Building down the street. We're not superstitious as we're on the 13th Floor, office number 1346." He waited but handed her one of his cards as verification..

She giggled. Almost the same giggle from the dream when she replied with a wave of her hand, "That's funny. It's when 'Larry Met Halle' just like in the movie. But, Larry, when we get inside, don't expect me to do the same thing Sally did in the movie, you hear?"

I laughed and replied, "Aw, how disappointing, Halle. But I can live with it if that's the way you want it to be." She giggled again and finished with a dazzling smile.

He stepped forward and took her arm with his hand and led her through the door. He asked for a table near the side windows and was shown to a table for two with a view of the walkers passing on the sidewalk. They studied the menu and he ordered the scampi, she opted for the fried shrimp. While they waited he found that she worked for the Bank two blocks nearer than his office. A sudden thought hit him that his dream had been caused because he had most likely noticed her on the streets at some point or another. She told him she was the Director of New Commercial Accounts and had been with the bank in another city before being promoted and transferred to Griffon. She was unattached as she hadn't been in the city long enough to make many contacts. She had just turned 28 which made her almost exactly two years younger. The ideal ages. Larry confessed and told her he had no friend that told him about her. She confessed and said she knew it because she was new to town and there was no one that could have made the recommendation. He asked why she chose to join him if she knew his ruse. Her answer was that she wanted to meet someone to solve her loneliness problem. Her job had no one near her age and her clients were all older businessmen that were married with families. She was alone in a big city without social contacts.

Larry asked her out that Saturday and she readily agreed. He promised to find an exciting way to initiate their relationship and she was delighted that he would take the time to do other than dinner and a movie or such stale ideas like that one.

When Saturday came around, he called her at two that afternoon and asked if she was game to start early on their adventure. She was eager and ready. When he picked her up, he drove directly to the lake marina and parked. He ushered her to the dock and he loaded a neat, blue powerboat with a cooler, a large picnic basket, and a blanket. He sped away from the dock and moved to the outer rims of the lake where he took her around as he pointed out the lake homes of many of his clients. She was duly impressed with the size of the homes, the yachts at the docks, and the obvious wealth of his clients. He told her that some of those were probably clients of her bank, and in turn, her also. At four, he pulled into a cove on a small Island in the center of the lake and unloaded the baskets. He spread the blanket, opened the cooler and offered her a choice: White or red wine or Zeigenbock beer, a beer only available in Texas. She had a plastic glass of the white with a side of the amber Ziggy as it's known as locally, to test it.

They sat on the blanket sipping the drinks and watched the other boats passing by, some with skiers, some without, but most having sunny fun on the water. At five, he broke out the dinner. He had bought a divine dinner from a catering company. She was surprised not to find KFC fried chicken, but instead, he had petite slices of filet mignon, loaded stuffed baked potatoes, fresh broiled and seasoned asparagus, and topped off with a vanilla flan that was awesome. She had hit the jackpot when Larry Met Halle. As he packed up, she was thrilled to the soles of her feet when he stooped and kissed her on the lips. Her heart went pitty-pat for almost an hour afterwards.

There was a repeat every weekend for the next three weekends except each had a different adventure. It included baseball games, amusement parks, the Zoo, and a visit to a digital technology exhibition hall. Her head was swimming with Larry Therman. His home was a wonder of design, technology, and comfort. On the fourth weekend while he grilled steaks, corn and fresh vegetables, he gave her her own key to his home. He told her that she was welcome to visit whenever she had the time and inclination.

The following Friday, Larry had an appointment late in the evening. When he arrived home, he told her he was mentally wiped out, needed rest, and that he could call the following morning and arrange the time for them to meet. They spoke for a while longer and then said goodnight although it was just approaching eight. Larry showered, slipped on his pajama bottoms and half-watched the HBO show that he had recorded. He ditched the TV before the show ended and slid in bed at ten-forty.

He was dreaming again. This time Halle was kneeling at the side of his bed, the covers down, and his dick standing up through the fly in his pajamas. She was merely watching his dick as it quivered in anticipation of thing to come. He turned his head to the side and saw that she had on a flimsy white baby-doll top with lacy trim at the shoulders. He couldn't see if she had on the panties that matched but he assumed she did. He reached for her and put his arm on her shoulder, rising upwards and kissing the top of her head. When he put his head back on the pillow, he became aware of her hand touching the head of his dick. Her index finger was pushing the eye open as she leaned forward for a better look. After she looked, she didn't move back upright, but she took the head in her lips and tongued the eye this time. He moaned long and low as the electrifying feeling flowed down his dick, into his balls, and then through his lower body. His asshole puckered from the shock to his dick and a smile broke across his sleeping face.

The sucking on his dick was marvelous; the warmth of the saliva, the steady motion, the tickling of his balls by fingertips brought a pleasant easing of the week's tension from the strain of dealing with clients. When she knew she had him at the height of hardness, the preparation made it perfect for her to straddle his legs and impale herself on his perfectly prepared dick. She stripped the top and tossed it on the chair--she had no bottom. Her pussy was pleasingly wet and slick inside making it ideal for an easy up and down fuck. She moved carefully onto the bed, threw her right leg over his hips and lowered herself to his dick. She grimaced as she felt it bumping her cervix but she wouldn't stop because it felt accurately in and on target to bring her to an unspoiled orgasm to match all orgasms she had ever coaxed her body to complete. His eyes opened and he saw her as she plunged up and down bringing ecstatic sensations to his genitals. As he watched her breasts moving he knew that they matched those of his dream. Looking down over his abdomen, her pussy was an exact duplicate of his recollection. His tiredness was dissolving with each stroke of her warm and wet pussy. In five minutes of her incessant fucking, bumping her cervix, and increasing her movement had her at the verge when she realized, as did he, that his balls had constricted upwards and he was also on the verge. She used her fingers on her clit and within ten seconds she felt the warmth of his cum inside her pussy and then she screamed, collapsed on his chest and shook uncontrollable as the shivers, shudders, and orgasm enveloped her in a tingling, nerve rendering whole body spasm.

Her scream had startled Larry and he was shocked, yet euphoric, at her clasping to his chest as she shook violently, breathing in gasps, and crying his name in low tones. He lay back and held her as he punched his dick upwards inside her pussy to drain the continuing spurts of cum he was shooting inside her. She was slowly coming to the end. He felt her body tension relax. He squeezed her closer to him and kissed her neck and cheek. He didn't move when the cum began dripping from around his dick and down on his balls. He held on to her with a passion not felt in years.

When she had fully recovered, she turned her head on his chest and asked, "Please forgive me, Larry. I so wanted you and I couldn't wait any longer. I used the key you gave me and sneaked in to take advantage of you while you slept. I was so horny I didn't want to wait any longer for you to make a move on me."

"Oh, Christ, Halle. You need no forgiveness for doing what I've wanted to do even before I ever met you. Lay still while I tell you about my first dream of you----!"

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