The game came down to the wire late in the fourth quarter. Both teams waged war for points, and it was Chicago's ball with little time remaining. IF they could kick a field goal, they would win the game. Don prayed again for a successful kick.
The ball was up, good, and through the goal posts. Angela wooted her excitement and slapped a high five with her smaller date. Don downed the last of his beer and said, "let's go! You win the bet." Angela took his hand and paid the bar tab, then walked out with her prize.
She pulled him to her car, not letting him get into his own and follow her. Don sat in a racy sports car and let her do the driving. Angela’s powerful leg put pressure on her right foot which sped the car down the highway. Soon, they pulled into her hotel parking lot. The whole time she drove, Don watched her body, the heavy breasts on her chest, the flat toned stomach leading down to her sumptuous ass she sat on, again those muscular legs and her sexy feet in the high heeled shoes. Angela looked down at her smaller date and giggled at his reaction.
“Sorry,” he admitted, “you’re just so beautiful. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She patted his thigh reassuringly and kept it there. It made his erection spur to life.
“I prefer smaller men, if that’s what you mean. Tall men just want to control me. I like being in control myself. That’s why I called the bet, that’s why I drove us here, and that’s why you’re going to do as I say tonight.” She smiled at the last statement and sped on toward the hotel.
At the hotel, Angela keyed her doorway and led Don inside. The penthouse suite she rented was one of the most spacious places he’d ever experienced. All the furniture was larger than he expected, and the vaulted ceiling made him feel even more diminuitive.
“Make yourself at home while I slip into something more comfortable and fix us some drinks.” She set her purse down on the overstuffed chair and headed off into the adjoining bedroom. Don wished he could have gone with her, but the closing door meant he wasn’t allowed.
He sat on the couch and took in the living room quarters. There was a wicker coffee table in front of him with a circular glass top. The couch matched the chair, and the paintings the hotel provided were of palm trees and sandy beaches.
Angela came out wearing a skimpy, see-through negligee. She padded her bare feet across the plush carpeting into the kitchenette and fixed a pair of stiff drinks from a bottle she kept on the counter. Plopping in ice, she returned to her guest and sat beside him.
“You’ve become even more beautiful,” he said, taking his tumbler. The glass was very large in his small hand. Angela clinked glasses and spoke. “To my charming little guest.” They drank to her toast, and she finished it with a quick kiss to his lips. Don melted into her at that point. Angela withdrew and watched him.
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