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Donna aka RPfangirlDC
Welcum dear Donna!!!
Cheeky Monkey
INTRODUCTION:
Rob Pattinson is an inspiration to me. Especially when I write. I try to convey his sense of compassion and humor into my characters. I want them to be realistic and he inspires me to make them that way. That being said…
There is also the Rob Pattinson that just turns me on…
No matter what Robert Pattinson is wearing, or what look he has on his face, I always focus on those gorgeous steel blue eyes of his. They just mesmerize me and melt me to my core. This is why I never noticed that he was miss buttoned at the MTV music awards until someone pointed it out. Then that had my mind wandering through why Rob was miss buttoned? So, being a creative naughty girl, I came up with my own explanation for it. This is in no way intended to be the truth, just my naughty reasoning of why. Dare to dream!
THE STORY:
God, I cannot believe I am finally going to write about this. I need to get this off of my chest so that maybe I’ll finally feel a little better. I have been carrying around the horrid feelings of guilt these past few months. It was entirely my fault. I still cannot believe it happened.
So, here is the whole story…
It all started on the return trip from Italy last spring. It was the usual cross Atlantic flight. Nothing major or different. I even managed to get some sleep. That was until I woke up to the captain announcing that our flight was being diverted to Boston instead of landing in New York. I don’t know why it happened. I don’t know why we didn’t land in Newark. Fuck if I knew anything, except that we would be landing in Boston.
I made my way through luggage pick-up. I made it through customs. I was told that I would have to wait 8 hours before I could get an available flight to New York. Fuck me! Eight hours I just did not have that day. I had a meeting at six that evening. So, I figure I would drive the approximate three and a half hours it took to get to New York and I would be there with time to spare.
I left the terminal and got on my phone right away. I called car rental agencies that were approved through my work. By the third one, I was not having any luck getting a car rental. I had one place left to check and I couldn’t get through. I saw some taxis parked by the curb and thought I would try to see if they would be willing to drive me down. No luck there… Not even with the amount of money I was willing to pay. I had made it to the end of the curb at the terminal. There was a black car parked there. Being it was the last car, I stopped looking for a cab. I sat on my suitcase and decided to try the one last car rental agency again.
I finally got through. The woman put me on hold for five minutes. When she came back to me, the woman said, “One car from New York to Boston left.” Fuck me again!
“I need to get from Boston to New York,” I told her. That’s when she explained that there was nothing available. I hung up my phone. “SHIT!” I said. I was frustrated. And what happens when I get frustrated? I cry.
I sat there crying like an idiot. Then I heard a voice say, “I can give you a lift to New York.”
I should have recognized that Britty accented voice of velvet right away, but I was so upset at the time it didn’t register with me who it was. Then I looked up…
OH! MY! GOD! It was him. Number one on my list… Number one in my heart… Robert Pattinson! I about fell over. He was smiling that slight smile where the edges of his mouth quirked up ever so cutely. He was dressed in his usual travel garb – the NY Yankees ball cap, the über dark sunglasses, his ripped and torn blue denim jeans, a basic t-shirt, and over that a plaid shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, and his black Nikes. Trademark Travel Rob.
*sigh*
All I could muster up was, “Excuse me?”
“I overheard your conversation and I can offer you a ride to New York,” he said adjusting his New York Yankee baseball cap.
“You would do that?” I was in shock. I couldn’t believe that he was talking to me much less offering me a ride to New York. I so didn’t feel worthy at that moment.
“Sure. The car they sent for me has plenty of room. It’s no trouble.” He was so nice and genuine. Everything I have ever read about him being that way with everyday people was true!
“I don’t know,” I still wasn’t feeling worthy. After a moment of thought… Am I crazy? Of course I would ride with Robert Pattinson to New York. “My mom told me not to take a ride from a stranger.” I winked at him.
He laughed. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes. Thank you so much. You are my knight in shining armor.”
He had the driver put my suitcase in the back while I climbed into the back of the car. “Let me know when we are about ten minutes out, please,” he said to the driver and climbed in right behind me pulling in a garment bag with him.
The second the door was shut, he took off his glasses. His eyes were better in person than in all of the pictures. That steel blue color was just so bright and vivid. He took off his hat. All that hair! He ran his long fingers through that coppery brown hair a couple of times and fluffed it out.
*sigh*
I guess I had sighed out loud or something because he seemed to remember that I was there. He looked at me gawking at him. I could feel a flush of red rush into my face. I really didn’t mean to gawk. I promise that I didn’t. But, I couldn’t help myself. That gorgeous man was sitting right across from me in the back of a limo and I just couldn’t help but to try and take it all in. “Thank you again for the ride.”
“No troubles,” he said. His cell phone began ringing. “Excuse me.” He answered it and started talking away to whoever it was that called. “No. I may be late. They diverted the plane to Boston. Thankfully my manager sent me the car; there were lit’rally no other flights to New York for hours. I know what time I have to be on the red carpet.” He looked in my direction. I looked away.
I tried to occupy myself by looking out the window. I tried to go through apps and e-mails on my phone. I tried to occupy myself. His conversation wasn’t my business.
He was on that phone for quite a while. Every time he would hang up, he would start talking with me again and then another ring. He would always apologize and run through the same thing over and over again. (And although it wasn’t my business, I did find out that he was headed to the MTV Movie Awards. And he intended to change in the car and go straight to the awards before hitting the hotel.)
About two hours through the three and half hour drive, he hung up the phone and turned it off. “Wretched thing,” he said tossing it to the side by his hat and glasses. He looked at me. “I am so sorry for all of that. I was being rude.”
“I understand. It’s not your fault at all. You have things that need to be done.” He was so impeccably sweet. I felt bad for imposing anyway. His apologizing to me about being rude made me feel worse.
“What time is it?” he asked looking at my cell phone. “I forgot to check before I turned off that blasted thing.” I gave him the time to which he replied, “I guess I need to get ready. You don’t mind do you?”
I shook my head in response.
He took off his plaid shirt and tossed it to the floor. He kicked off his Nikes and moved them next to his shirt with his foot. He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and started pulling up.
I closed my eyes there. “I’m not going to look,” I told him. I had no business watching him undress. It didn’t matter that I really wanted to fulfill that fantasy of having him undress in front me, but it was wrong to watch. Right? Sometimes I hate myself for being such a goody-goody.
I sat in the rear-facing seat, eyes shut, bobbling side-to-side, bouncing up and down as the car drove. I was starting to feel queasy. I get car sick easily. So I opened my eyes. It was my only option. I think it would have been worse if I threw up in front of Rob; or worse yet… on Rob.
But, when I opened my eyes, I didn’t expect to see what I saw. Rob was in the seat, kicking off his jeans. He was wearing nothing but his Hanes manties in a heather blue color that complimented his steel blue eyes.
And what did I say? “Wispy.”
I barely whispered the word, but he looked at me. “What was that?”
Oh, God. I cleared my throat and nervously repeated, “Wispy.”
He cracked a smile. “Wispy. Where did that come from?”
I looked down at the floor. How was I going to explain it to him without seeming deranged? The only thing I could think of was just to be honest. Brilliant plan! “I was talking about your… uh… and… uh…“ – deep breath – “It’s just all wispy.”
“You are such a cheeky monkey, aren’t you? I thought you weren’t going to look.”
Okay, I melted when he called me that. Cheeky Monkey. *EEEE* “I wasn’t going to look, but then I was feeling a little queasy from all the moving, so I only opened my eyes for a moment, and... well… It just came out. I’m sorry.”
He laughed. “What is wispy? Tell me.”
“Your hair.”
He ran his long fingers through his hair again. *sigh* “My hair is always wispy. That’s not a new fact.”
“I wasn’t talking about that,” I explained to him. “I was talking about your other hair.”
“What other hair?” He gave me the look with the raised eyebrow. It’s that one look of his that melts me to my core. Devilish Rob. He was toying with me. And I was going to have to play along.
I moved over to sit right next to him. He kept his steel blue eyes on me. I took my hand and placed it on Rob’s chest. I ran my fingers over his chest playing through his man fuzz. “This hair. It’s all cute… and coppery… and wispy.” I continued running my fingers down his torso. When I hit his belly button, I took my finger and circled around it a couple of times until I continued down his hair trail from there. “I think it’s all adorable,” I told him as I ran my finger underneath the grey band of his manties. I promise that I just did the band. I can have great restraint.
I heard him exhale. I glanced back up to meet his gaze and he said, “Show me again you Cheeky Monkey. What hair is it?” He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the seat.
I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I took my hand and placed it back on his chest. I ran my fingers lightly and slowly down his torso. “All this wispy hair is just so adorable,” I said softly. I continued down his torso following the same path as before; making sure I took my time on the roundabout before continuing down towards the manties. I hit the manties and slid my finger under the band again. But, this time there was a surprise waiting for me. My fingers were brushing the tip of his cock.
My eyes popped open and I looked at Rob. He slyly looked at me and said, “Look what you have done, Cheeky Monkey. “
I couldn’t think. I just gave the man a stiffy and was rather proud of myself. I wasn’t going to move my hand out of the manties, either. I kept tickling his tip with my finger. I could feel the slippery secretion letting my finger slide along it more smoothly. I bit my lip and looked at him.
“What are you going to do about that?” he asked me, looking at me with those smoldering eyes.
I licked my lips and pressed them together. I sat more on my knees so that I was up against him. I slipped my hand further into his manties and lightly grabbed his shaft. I started stoking his cock and whispered into his ear, “What should I do to fix this situation?”
I could feel him breathe erratically on my neck. His breath was hot and steamy. His stubble brushed against me when he spoke the simple nickname, “Cheeky Monkey.”
*exhale* Oh… My... FUCK! I pulled my head back and looked into those eyes. “Say that again,” I whispered.
The sly look reappeared on his face. I could feel his breath tickle my nose as he started with, “Cheeky Mon…”
I couldn’t control myself. Those smoldering steel blue eyes… His warm breath… The look itself… I pressed my lips to his. Our tongues tangled and wrapped around each other.
The kiss continued as I did with the stroking of his cock. I could feel him harden more and more with each little tug I gave him.
While I was lightly tugging, he took his hand and slid it up my thigh. He continued on under my skirt. His hand grabbed my ass and pulled me closer into him. I could feel his moan coordinate with my sigh when I was flush against him.
I took my mouth away from him. I bent down and helped him untangle from his manties. I looked up at him. “One more time.”
He smirked. “Cheeky Monkey.”
I licked my lips again. I bent further down. I traced the tip of his cock with my tongue. He gave another little moan as I swirled my tongue around his head. I closed my eyes as I let his cock slide more into my mouth. I closed my lips around his girth and began to slide my mouth up and down his shaft. He groaned as he took his left hand and tangled it in my hair. “Fuck, that’s good,” he said as I added suction to the sliding. “Shit, Cheeky Monkey.”
I kept diligent on sucking and swallowing his cock as he slid his hand down my ass towards my thigh. His long fingers brushed against my crotch. I heard him exhale in pleasure. “My Cheeky Monkey is all wet,” he moaned. He took his middle two fingers and slid them under my panties. He groaned as he slid his two fingers in and out of me. After a few moments, he removed his fingers and I protested with a moan.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me up to face him. He took his hands and pulled my skirt and panties down. I kicked out of them and he pulled me over so that I was straddling him. He was holding my hips while I was grinding on his cock making it slippery and making myself tinglier. I unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked the front hook of my bra.
He maneuvered my hips so that his long cock slid into me. I sighed as I slid down the length. I continued to grind on him as he moved his hands up to my shoulders. He slid my blouse and bra off of me; letting the items fall where they may. He pulled me into him and arched his hips upward as I fell forward into him kissing him again.
I couldn’t help myself. I moaned softly, “Oh, Rob… Fuck,” into his ear and tangled my fingers into his hair. I rubbed my lips against his stubbly cheek as I begged, “Say it again.” I kissed along his jaw making my way back to his mouth. “Please, Rob, say it again.”
“Cheeky Monkey,” he complied with a moan before I kissed him again as reached around and grabbed my ass and squeezed. He was making my hips move in circular ways against him. I moaned again as he was moving deeper and deeper into me. “Fuck,” he groaned long and deep. He put his mouth back on mine and pulled me tighter to him.
Rob started leaning forward. He was guiding me back, and I followed. He laid me back onto the opposite seat. He fell forward to rest on his hands over me. I looked into those gorgeous steel blue eyes of his. “Rob,” I sighed between breaths. “Oh, Rob.” I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down to me.
I kissed him and arched my hips up into him. He moaned into my mouth. He slid deeper into me. “Cheeky Monkey,” he exhaled into my ear raising goosebumps on my neck. He had his hands back in my hair as he started driving his cock into me harder and deeper.
I could barely contain my sighs and moans as he fucked me… Hands tangling in hair… The passionate kisses… The fact I wanted him in me more and more with every push… I was on the verge. He had me on the edge of coming. “Rob… Rob… Please… Say it to me… while I come,” I whispered between breaths.
He looked into my eyes. He smirked and moaned out, “Cheeky Monkey.”
That did it. I could feel my walls spasm around his hard cock. As I was coming on him, clenching his cock, I could feel that last little swell before he shuddered and came inside of me.
He fell onto me. We were both trying to catch our breath and calm down before we separated. There were a few more sweet small kisses shared. “Thank you, Cheeky Monkey,” he whispered to me.
I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. Droplets of his sweat fell on my face. “Thank you… in so many ways… thank you.” I put my lips up to his.
The divider of the car dropped down a few inches. “Mr. Pattinson, we are about ten minutes out.”
“Thanks,” Rob said before the divider fully closed the divider. He looked at me. “Bugger! I have got to get dressed.”
He got up and went to his seat. He opened the garment bag and pulled out his clothing. I was trying to get my clothing separated from his. It was a mess. I found my blouse and slid it on. I only had time to button the center button. He was fighting his way into his black pants trying to fasten them. I found my skirt, picked it up, and put it on. He had on his white t-shirt and was in the process of putting on his black button down shirt.
“I found these,” I said holding up his heather blue manties.
“Well, it’s a little late now,” he said putting on his royal blue jacket.
I guess he's going commando.“I’ll just pile all of your clothes together and put them in your bag after you get out.”
“Thanks, Cheeky,” he said sliding into his Nikes.
The car stopped. I grabbed the garment bag and all of his airport clothes and my undergarments and sat in the rear facing seat.
“Rob,” I said. “You, uh…”
The door opened. He winked at me and stepped out of the car. I was too late. I saw that his shirt was miss buttoned, and I didn’t even get the chance to let him know. I still feel horrid that he left out of the car like that.
Now I, along with the rest of the world, can also know him as Wardrobe Malfunction Rob. It was entirely my fault!
Sorry, Rob. I really am sorry.
