Friday, June 1, 2012

Dora, Dora, Dora the Explorer.

For those of you who played along last week my lovely Facebook friends set me a task to write a story using the words, Peach, Virgin and Bazinga. Inspired I set the question again. After some frivolity and discussion about children's movies finding their way into the cases of adult movies we came up with the topic. "Holy snapping duck shit Dora! Is that a map?" I make no apologies for what is to follow but I hope you all find it as amusing to read as I did to write...

"OK everyone, time to go outside for some afternoon tea!" Krystal began herding three year olds towards the door while Dora started folding sheets and stacking mattresses in the corner. As the children made their way outside a quiet descended on the room. Dora sighed and felt herself relaxing as she put away the last of the books from story time and began setting out the toys for the late afternoon session. The door opened and the centre manager came in with a tradesman,
"This is Dora she will be able to show you what needs to be done," Dora looked up from her tidying. "Dora this is Michael, he has come to fix the fans." Dora nodded ignoring the raised eyebrow and smirk on Michael's face.
"Well the switches are this way," she led Michael to the corner of the room as Christine went back to her office.
Michael put his toolbox down and looked at the switch. "Dora hey?"  Michael asked nonchalantly as he unscrewed the cover of the switch.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes Dora replied, "That's my name, don't wear it out." She studied Michael taking in his piercing blue eyes and compact body.
Michael looked a little perturbed at her scrutiny, "It's kinda weird that you work in a childcare centre and your name is Dora," his voice trailed away awkwardly.
"You mean because of Dora the Explorer?" she couldn't help herself. He was so cute and the more he squirmed the cuter he was.
"Well yes." Michael's voice came out as a little squeak at the end. Dora turned her head away to hide the smile trying to form on her face. He turned to look at the switches on the wall. Dora watched at Michael's hand's dismantling the fan switch. There was something about tradesman's hands like they could fix any problem a girl had.
"Here is your problem," he turned and showed her the inside of the switch box. "Your switch is stuffed."
Dora nodded as she looked at the wires poking out of the plastic box. "I see," she had no idea but any excuse would do to avoid having to go out in the yard with the kids. "I will just get a new one out of the ute." Dora watched Michael leave the room. The other good thing about tradesmen was those blue shorts that they all seemed to wear. Or maybe it was just that she had a sudden urge to see the butt inside those shorts in all its naked glory.
In a few moments Michael was back. He began installing the new switch. Dora went back to tidying looking at Michael out of the corner of her eye. "You know I always wondered what Dora would look like when she grew up." Michael's comment pierced through her thoughts.
"I reckon she would lose that stupid monkey, get a decent voice and some better clothes." Dora smirked to herself.
"What about the map?" Michael screwed the last of the switches into place.
Dora thought for a moment. "Dunno about that."
Michael packed up his tools and handed her his business card, "I am off now but call me. I would like to find out if Dora kept her map or not."

That Saturday afternoon Dora found herself on Michael's couch snogging.
"I do like the way grown up Dora turned out," Michael lifted Dora's shirt over her head and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. He leaned forward and teased her nipple with his lips. His hand wandered over her belly and into her jeans.
Smiling Dora stood up and slowly unzipped her jeans. She wriggled her ass and they fell on the floor. One finger slipped inside the waistband of her knickers and eased the cotton down over her pussy and butt cheeks. Kicking aside her garments she stood before him naked.
"Holy snapping duck shit Dora!" he exclaimed. "Is that a map?"
Dora smiled seductively, "It is my map of Tasmania." She stroked the dark hair and opened her legs slightly. "Do you like it?"
"I love it!" Michael parted her hair and blew gently on the pink bud between her lips. He bent his face towards her and tasted her sweet pink wetness. "Mmmmm."
Michael stood up and slipped out of his own jeans. His cock stood out in front of him. His balls were nested in his own dark thatch. Dora shivered in anticipation as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft.
"I think we need to go somewhere comfy so that we can do some serious exploring," Michael took her hand and led her down the hallway to his bedroom. Once there he laid her on the bed and buried her face in her mound of hair.

1 comment:

  1. Dora our daughter's favorite cartoon, and you've managed to potentially enable us to see it in a whole new light. :)