SWEET JEN

[deliriousgirl]

Sweet jen, with the plump globes of her breasts slightly swaying in the bathroom light, slowly ran her fingers up the sides of her perfectly shaved pussy. There was not the slightest feel of stubble or prickle. She was as smooth as the cool, tiled floor at her feet. She smiled her own smooth smile of admiration at her perfect work then she slid her fingers again, ssslowy, for the pure pleasure of herself. Her lips were damp with the oil of anticipation. She pulled on her silk stockings one at a time, gently rolling the dark, thin, material around her taut thighs. She attached the garter straps with a delicate determination, one at a time, like she was buckling up for the ride of her life. Her heart pounded and her blue eyes glowed in the shadows like twin pilot lights.


She continued dressing with a quick rhythm with the back of her thin thong settling nicely between her rosy cheeks against her soft anal opening. The front material hugged her gently, revealing a small snatch of hair pointing the way to her tart riches below. Her twin breasts hung above, ripe with radiant suggestion. No man could see and resist. No man, no matter how happily married, committed, or determined could see this montage of luscious lines, curves, shapes and suggestions, and escape. She was as God had intended, drenched with irresistible desire. Any poor, delighted man would make excuses and explanations some other time. But today, if he saw this glorious oasis, he would let his life wait. He would long to breathe in the august aroma of her pulsing privacy and drink down her sweet wine. He would want to experience her, then and there, every way he possibly could.


On the other side of town, J's cantankerous cock was stiff with approval. He imagined all these things in his mind, without restraint, anticipating each quarter inch of penetration like it was a light year of luminous joy. He imagined raising the soft, warm hood to reveal her cute, curt clitoris. He would gently slap it with his eager tongue, talking to it like it was a long, lost lover. He would close his eyes, roll it around the end of his tongue and then suck her throbbing skin up into his mouth to taste her, savoring her flavor.


He would suck her, thrust her, turn her over, slap her, rake her, take her, and bake her in the oven of his passion. He would reach deep inside her with his hungry hammer, finding every and any possible place to go. He would turn, twist and prod till she gushed like a geyser...


Hey,

Wanna meet me for lunch?

[Richard]

I wish I had three hands while sitting at the computer.