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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 23 August 2001.
Site Copyright © 2000-2001. Lisa Inc., All Rights Reserved.
Story Copyright © 2001. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
THE CURE FOR THE
SUMMERTIME BLUES
Yes! The summer of 1975 was finally here. At last. No more cold weather for the next few months. To celebrate the first day of summer, Jasmine decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. She loved to look at all the colorful flowers in bloom and smell the different fragrances.
As she turned down a familiar street, she could see a large moving van in the distance.
"Groovy," she thought, "someone new is movin' in. Let's hope they got a nice looking son."
It wasn't a family moving in, it was a single man. And he was a very good looking guy.
As she got closer to the house, she got an eyeful of the new "kid" on the block.
"Oh, my God. He looks very familiar," she said to herself.
She slowly walked up the blacktop driveway and stopped near the moving truck.
"Richard Dawson? The sexy regular from Match Game??"
She stood there in complete amazement as the ruggedly handsome Englishman wandered towards the truck. He notices Jasmine looking at him, so he winks at her.
"Well, he seems friendly. Go ahead and introduce yourself."
"I was just walking down the street," she begins, "and I couldn't help but notice the truck. Are you moving in?"
"That's right," he said in his tantalizing English accent.
She extends her hand. "My name's Jasmine. Welcome to the neighborhood."
Smiling, he takes her hand in his and gives it a little squeeze. "Jasmine. What a seductive name." He still holds her hand while looking deep into her eyes. "I'm sorry, how stupid of me. My name is Richard."
"I know," she grins. "I see you on Match Game all the time."
They continue to look at each other even after he releases her hand.
"Well, listen," she says. "I don't want to tie you up-"
"Damn," he says with a mischievous grin on his face.
"I mean I don't want to keep you from getting unpacked. I hope I see you around sometime."
"You can count on it," he says with a wink.
Midnight. She hasn't slept a wink. Who could, when just down the street is the sexiest man on the planet? Single, alone, and available besides!!
"Oh, God! He's even hotter in person! I'd love to wrap my legs around him and make him scream."
The next day, Jasmine goes for a stroll down the street, towards Richard's house.
"Maybe he'll be tanning out in the front yard. Ohhhhh, then I'll arrest him for public sexiness!"
She's getting closer to his house, so she ties back her long strawberry blond hair. As she walks passed his driveway, she looks in towards the garage and stops dead in her tracks.
"I have got to get me some of that!" she thinks to herself.
Richard was in his garage waxing his black Jaguar convertible. He looks up and sees a familiar face.
"Hello, Jasmine!" he says to her. "Come on up and say hi!"
"He remembered my name. This could be goooood."
As she got closer, her eyes became entranced by his appearance. He was wearing a tight pair of cut-off jeans that were fraying a little and no shirt. His gold necklace seemed to dance across his dark skin.
"Good morning, Richard," she said, trying not to gawk.
"'Mornin'. I apologize for my appearance, but I wasn't expecting company," he says regretfully.
"Hey, don't apologize," she says. "It's summertime. Time to be free."
He smiles at her as he goes back to polishing his car. "Speaking of free, are you doin' anything tonight?"
"Excuse me?? Baby, just say the word and I'm yours right now!!"
"No," she says. "Why?"
"Well," he explains, setting down his rag, "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward for askin', but I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me tonight."
"I'd like that," she says.
He looks relieved that she accepted. "Great. Can you meet me here? Around 6:30?"
"Sure," she says. "I'll be here."
Looking deep into her eyes he picks up her hand. "See you then." He brings her hand to his lips and kisses it ever so softly. A warm wave swept over Jasmine's body like an ocean curl coming to rest on shore.
Jasmine stands in front of her full length mirror trying to decide on what outfit to wear.
"Ok, ok. Black mini-skirt. What goes good with black? How about this white top? No. Too many buttons..."
She chooses accessibility over fashion, wearing her white zipper-back sleeveless shirt with her black skirt. At her vanity, she puts on a little lipstick and dabs some perfume on her neck, letting some of it dribble down between her breasts.
As 6:30 was rolling around, Jasmine was walking up Richard's sidewalk. The rings the doorbell and waits for an answer.
"I'm up here," came a voice from a window upstairs.
She looked up to see his face smiling down at her. "Am I too early?"
"No," he assures her, "your right on time. The door's open, come in."
She lets herself in the door and wanders into the foyer.
"I'll be right down, love," he yells from upstairs. "Make yourself at home."
She leads herself into what looked like a den. At least it will be when he finishes decorating.
Over on one wall she sees a photo of Richard taken on the set of Match Game and another from The Devil's Brigade.
"You look fantastic," says Richard.
Turning around, she sees him standing barefoot before her, wearing nothing except a pair of white pants that hugged his lower half very tightly. He must have just stepped out of the shower because he's got a towel slung over one shoulder and his hair is wet.
"So do you," she says.
"I wanna throw you on the floor and ride you like a horse that can't be tamed!!!"
He looks at himself and laughs. "Well, you say that now, but will you say the same after I'm dressed? Come on. You can help me pick out a shirt."
He extends his hand and she takes it, following him upstairs to his bedroom.
"Over there," he says, pointing to his closet. "Whatever you think will go is fine with me."
She looks through his collection, pulling out a couple of possibilities.
"Why don't we stay here. We won't have to worry about getting dressed, we can get naked and stay naked... Oh, yeah....."
Richard slowly walks back to the closet and stands silently behind Jasmine.
"Any luck?" he asks softly.
Without turning around she holds up a brown shirt and says, "How 'bout this?"
He reaches out and holds up the shirt, trapping Jasmine in between his closet and himself.
Lowering his head next to hers, he lightly says, "Maybe. Maybe not."
By now she can feel him standing right behind her. She was fighting the urge to turn around and kiss him passionately. She wanted her hands to explore every inch of his body.
"To be honest," he declares, "the only thing that will look good on me tonight is you, Jasmine."
She feels his hands sliding around her hips, pulling her against him gently.
"I couldn't stop thinkin' about you last night," he decrees, tenderly kissing her bare shoulders.
"I couldn't sleep last night either," she whispers, "That's how bad I... wanted you."
He takes her by the shoulders and turns her around, facing him. He then takes her hands and places them on his chest.
"Do you still want me?" he asks in his smoky accent.
As her fingers played with the hair on his chest, she stared into his green-gray eyes and whispers, "Yes."
His hands disappear behind her head, but reveal their actions with the sound of a zipper being undone. He slides the shirt up and over her head, exposing her bare bosoms. After dropping the shirt on the floor, he softly rubs his hands over her large breasts.
"I've been dreaming of this for so long," she whimpers.
"Dream no more," he says. "It's goin' to come true."
He picks her up in his arms and saunters slowly over to his bed. He carefully lays her down on her back, parking himself right next to her. His right hand caresses her cheek as he slowly drops his face to her neck. She closes her eyes as she feels his warm mouth kissing her from her ear down to her collarbone. He works his way back up to where he started, letting his tongue run around the outside of her ear. His lips gently clamp down on her lobe, making her gasp.
"Oooh," she hisses.
The sounds of her pleasure thus far compel him to continue down to her chest. He lets his nose barely touch her skin, inhaling her perfume. His wet tongue runs down between her breasts, making her back arch with the sensation. Upon his return trip from her stomach, he playfully gnaws on her mounds, making her run her hands through his brown wavy hair. She pulls his face towards hers and kisses him deeply. He was surprised by the heat of her desire.
He rolled over on top of her, pressing his hard body against hers. Their mouths continue to writhe in a wet, passion soaked dance until she pushes him away.
"What's the matter?" he asks, very concerned. "Did I do somethin' wrong?"
"No," she pants. Once she catches her breath, she holds his face and strokes his thick sideburns. "I don't want you to think that I'm a star collector or some girl eager to screw somebody famous."
"That thought never crossed my mind," he assures her, stroking her chin.
Running her hand through his mussed up hair, she continues. "I've had the biggest crush on you since I saw you on Hogan's Heroes. Your accent was such a turn on."
Smiling down at her, he says in his exaggerated brogue, "I've had enough of this prison. I'm escaping... and I'm gonna us your tunnel."
She pulls him down to her hungry mouth again. Her hands moved slowly across his back, feeling every muscle under his perfectly tanned skin.
"Jasmine," Richard moaned, "can I make love to you?"
"Yes, Richard," she answered. "All night long if you want to."
He stopped kissing her momentarily to look deep into her eyes, then he backs off of her and stands at the foot end of the bed. She takes off her skirt and panties and tosses them on the floor. She lays back down on her back, stretching her arms above her head.
"Ooooh," he sighs while unbuttoning his trousers. "You make a beautiful picture."
She smiles at him. "It's your turn to show and tell."
He motions her near with his finger. "Come here and look for yourself."
She crawls to him on all fours like a lioness stalking game. Her hands slide up the front of his thighs then around to his tight backside. His eyes close and his head tilts back slightly, enjoying every movement of her hands. He gasps when she gives him a small spanking.
"I know I've been bad, but not that bad," he says with a small smile. "Come on, love. Free me."
Her hands make their way around to his waist, causing him to moan.
"Yeah, that's it," he says. "Don't be afraid."
And she isn't. She starts to pull the zipper open, seeing that he's not wearing anything underneath.
He watches her take his hefty muscle out of his breeches and draws in a long breath. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes," she gasps with surprise.
"My God... He's hung like an army mule!"
He steps back and peels his pants off. Then he steps before her again.
"I want to taste you, Richard," she demands, groping for his hips.
"Yes, darlin'," he groans.
She pulls up his swollen ramrod, closes her eyes and slides him into her mouth. She could feel his hands running through her hair as she manipulates him with her tongue.
"Ooohh, that feels good," he says with pleasure in his voice.
Her hands creep around to his firm posterior, squeezing and clutching it. She nibbles and sucks on his cock until he tells her to stop.
"Not yet, love," he sighed. "I want us to feel it together."
She lay down on her back again with one knee bent. He lays on his stomach, licking, kissing and playfully biting her inner thighs, making her jump and giggle. She reaches down to touch his hair.
"Oh, Richard," she heaves.
He slowly slides his tongue over her clit and flicks it, making her shiver with pleasure. Enjoying the sound of her voice, he works his mouth downward towards her opening. Once he reaches it, he slides his tongue inside of her as far as he could, maneuvering it all around.
"Richard!" she screams with desire.
He gets up and prepares to mount her, resting his hot, wet sex against hers.
"I want you inside me, Richard," she moans. "Deep inside."
They share a deep kiss as his hands part her legs wide. Once in position, he penetrates her hard.
"Oh, Richard," gasps Jasmine, "stroke me...."
He immediately begins to jerk back and forth inside of her, snapping his hips forward with every thrust.
"Jasmine," he moans. "Ooooooohhhhhh."
"Yes, yes......yes....yes.......ahhh!" she wails.
"God," he huffs, "you... are so tight..... Oooohh..."
She puts her finger over his mouth, silencing him. He opens his mouth, biting at her digit. She can feel his hot, smooth tongue pulling her inside. He begins to suck her finger in rhythm with his driving force. Then he gets another idea.
"Oooh, Jasmine..." he puffs, "ride me.... ride me."
He stops long enough to let her roll him onto his back. She put her hands on his hips and begins to oscillate slowly. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, his hands move up to fondle her breasts, teasing her hard nipples. Her hands rub the backs of his strong hands as they slide down to her waist.
"Ohhhhh, my beautiful lady," he pants. "My.... sweet pleasure."
"Ahhh! Oh, Richard," she exclaims, "you feel... so good!"
He moves his hands from her waist to her thighs, placing his thumbs on her pulsing node. Slowly he begins massaging her.
"Ahhhh....oooooh...yes........yes..yes!" she screams.
"That's it, Jasmine," he commands softly. "Let it come.....yeah....ohhhh..."
He can feel her climax beginning, growing more and more intense. Her slippery canyon strokes his burning love muscle with such vigor, he thought he would have a heart attack.
"Ahhhhggggrrrrrr....yeah....yeah!" he growls, still massaging her sweet spot. His body becomes rigid as he floods her. Richard closes his eyes tight and bites his lip as he is propelled into ecstasy.
Jasmine screamed, "Yes.....yes......oh, God....yes....oh, Richard....yes!!" as her body shook from such a wild, sensual ride. As soon as her earth-shattering orgasm was over, she continues to straddle him refusing to let their bodies separate. He didn't seem to mind.
"Ooohhh.... Wow!" she says with a smile.
"....Yeah....I know what you mean..." he says, completely winded. "Come here."
He reaches up, grabs her by the arms and pulls her down to his chest. His strong arms envelope her as he kisses her.
"Do you realize," he begins, "that I'm going to have to take another shower?"
"Well, so am I," she answers.
"Not with me," he protests. "If I see you naked and wet, I may have to fuck you all over again."
"And this is a bad thing?" she asks.
"Yeah," he explains. "I made dinner reservations. We're gonna be late."
He sits up a little with her still straddling him. Her arms wrap around his neck, drawing his face towards her bosoms. He kisses her chest, then surprising her, he rolls her over onto her back.
"I'm sorry, love," he says, "but making love always makes me hungry."
She starts to laugh. "Me too. Let's go eat."
They kiss once more, then he gets off of her and heads for the shower.
After they've showered and redressed, they set out towards downtown Hollywood in his Jag. As they drive along, she can't keep her eyes off Richard. He's wearing his white pants again, a black leather belt, black shoes, and a brown short-sleeve shirt that is unbuttoned down to his sternum.
As they drive along, she thinks to herself, "God, he's gorgeous. Look at the way the wind tosses his hair around. He's even fine when he squints!"
They head back to his place after a nice Italian dinner. The sun was able to light up the sky enough, making headlights unnecessary.
Jasmine was still feeling pretty frisky since their little love making session earlier. She scoots herself closer to Richard, who doesn't object. As a matter of fact, he puts his arm around her. Wanting to see if he's still interested in another round of exercise, she puts her hand on his thigh and gives it a little squeeze.
"Nnng..." he whines, sounding like a dog.
She smiles at the sound of his whimper. "I'm sorry. I can't help it."
A few minutes later, she puts her hand on top of the bulge in his pants, making him jump a little. His package looked even more desirable when he's seated.
"God, are your pants too tight?" she asks.
His voice gives away his increasing lust. "Either they're shrinkin' or I'm growin'."
She leans over and licks his ear, keeping her hand firmly planted on the lump between his legs.
"No," he says very definitely. "I'm growin'."
He reaches down, grabs the gearshift and throws that bad boy into fourth. Never before in the history of automobiles has a Jaguar got up and roared like a tiger.
Once they pull into the driveway, he parks the car in the garage and they race into the house.
Jasmine races up the stairs with Richard close behind. They laugh all the way to the bedroom as he continues to grab for her.
She stops a few steps inside his room to wait for him. He rushes in with a big smile on his face and throws his arms around her, kissing her passionately.
"You wanna have another go?" she asks, hoping he'll say yes.
"Yeah," he says, "but I gotta warn ya, I get a little crazy after I've had some wine."
She looks him dead in the eyes. "Show me how crazy you are."
He kisses her hard on the lips, prying her mouth open and tasting her deep. She begins to take his shirt off, moving to his belt. He throws his shirt off, then proceeds to undo her shirt while she works on his pants.
"Hurry," she pleads, "I gotta feel you again!"
He shimmies his drawers down and casts them aside, then lifts Jasmine's shirt up and off. She removes the rest of her clothes herself, tossing them on the floor.
"Get crazy, Richard," she says seductively. "I'm yours."
He puts his arms around her and gently pushes her backwards towards the bed.
"How bad do you want me?" he questions.
"Real bad," she replies. "Please make me come again."
He turns her around so she faces the bed. She gets on the bed, waiting on her hands and knees.
"Turn around, my Jasmine," he whispers in his husky voice. "Make me harder."
Using one hand, she strokes his shaft. "You like being hard, don't you?"
"Yes," he moans.
She leans down and slurps him whole into her mouth. He pulls her hair a little while she moves him in and out.
After a few minutes, he motions her to come up to eye level. "On your knees," he orders playfully.
"Ooooohh," he sighs, looking lovingly at her orifice, "you're so wet."
He slowly lowers himself to his knees and begins gently lapping her wet sex.
"Ohhhhh....ahhh!" she squeals.
Richard loves the sound of a woman enjoying his style of pleasure. Closing his eyes, he searches for her clit. Once he finds it, he gently closes his teeth around it, massaging it rapidly with is tongue.
"Oh, my God!!" she shouts, "aaaahhhh!"
He stands up and positions himself right behind her, drilling his huge, hot bit into her tissues.
"Ooohh!" she pants, "do me again! Aaahhhh! Harder!.... Richard, oooohh!"
He squeezes her ass as he drives harder and deeper into her, his thighs gently slapping against hers.
"Ooooooohhhh....aaahhh...yeah..." he breathes. "I....ahhhh...wanna....see your face....when ....I come...."
Without making him pull out, she carefully turns over. He puts his hands on her hips, stretching his thumbs to that special spot again.
"Oh, yeah......oooohh....baby......yeah!" he screams.
He started to dig faster. She could tell he was near his climax because he was biting his lip again.
"Oooohhh, Richard! Aaaaaahhhhh! Ooooohhhh.....ooohhhh!
She clutches his wrists as she reaches her peak of pleasure. The sight of her in ecstasy makes it hard for him to stop.
"Ohhhhhhhh......yeah.....yeah.....yeah!" he screams, "Yes....Jasmine, yes....yes!"
Their bodies shuttered and rocked as a tidal wave from the orgasmic ocean hit them both. He collapses on top of her, breathing heavily.
"Oooohhh.....ahhh...." he huffed. "Damn....... you're amazing...."
"....ohhh.....I know......ahhh....." she smiled.
The two of them lay together, staring into each others eyes and saying nothing until sleep conquered them both.