Excerpt
Her dark blue lace underwear
is almost the same colour as her dress and a matching set. I know lingerie—these are expensive but do
nothing for her.“Just look at you.” I’m a breast man. I couldn’t resist freeing her big breasts and nibbling on her nipples in turn until they are sticking out like mini hard-ons from her chest. I pull the legs of her full panties upwards over her hips and ass until they look more like a high leg or a thong. “Leave them like that and walk for me.”
I stroke my now rock-hard cock as I watch her strut her stuff, timidly at first but bolder and bolder with each step. I’ll never understand women, I decide. I fucked more than I can count, but they’re still a mystery. How could this woman not think that she’s sexy? She’s big, yes, but there’s no sign of cellulite yet on her body. Her strawberry-tipped breasts are just made for a man’s hands and mouth, and lubricated they would make a nice, warm nook for his cock. Her hair falls to her ass but doesn’t cover it completely. The sight is as sexy as hell. An ass-fucking isn’t part of my plans for the night, but it can’t be ruled out.
If my wayward cock wants to claim both holes, I’ll have to give him what he wants.
I watch her until she finally turns at the door on her heels like a supermodel. Her hips are in full sway as she comes back to me.
“Now you’re ready.” I unsnap her bra and quickly roll her panties down and off her legs before I take her by the hand and lead her to the en suite shower of my ‘work’ bedroom.
“You smell clean and fresh. I know you had a shower or bath before coming over, but I want to bathe you again. I want to put my mouth all over you and I want to taste only you.”
“Okay,” she agrees and quickly twists her hair into a knot to keep it dry.
I strip down to my boxers. I had a shower less than an hour ago. I’m not going to have another, but there’s no point in getting my clothes wet.
I would strip completely but I don’t want her running scared when she sees my cock.
