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Fresh from the Shower - part 1
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Fresh from the Shower - part 1 She walked from the bathroom and stood in front of the television, still dripping wet from the shower. It made no difference to her that the playoffs were on. She handed me the bottle of an avocado and cucumber scented body soufflé – a thick lotion I always ordered for myself, but since trying it, she pretty much claimed it as her own. She walked toward me and I stood up. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “, nothing is wrong. I just don’t want you dripping all over the sofa”, I replied. She looked me with a twinkle in her eye and responded, “You’ve never had a problem with me dripping all over the place before”, she said. I bit my tongue. She was right. I knew it…and so did she. But this was a little different. She placed her delicate hands on my shoulders and pushed me backwards step, , . Feeling the couch behind me, I sat down. She smiled. Lifting her dark mahogany leg. I kissed her knee. She placed her foot ever so gently on my quickly hardening dick. She laughed. “You are so easy”, she said. “It sure doesn’t take much to get you hard.” In my mind, my thoughts were, "It doesn't take much for YOU, to get me hard," but I kept<b> silent. </font></b>There was really nothing to say, so I didn’t say anything. After all she was right again. Her breasts did not feel as hard or full as I imagined they did in her 20s or 30s, althought it didn't matter to me. The laugh lines around her eyes are beautiful and arousing. There is just a touch of gray in the hair between her thighs, which made her glistening juices all the more apparent. She moved her foot from my dick to my shoulders and her pouting lower lips with their full bush were almost on my own. I could smell her scent beginning to fill the air. It was heady and intoxicating. I looked up at her, a smile began forming as she strained to reach my lips, my tongue. “Damn you” she said. I laughed. Droplets of her juice were already gathering on the hairs of her gaping pussy lips. I slid my tongue out and moved my face closer to her. I licked my own lips, then sat back. She reached for my head trying to grab a head full of hair. As she reached for me, I brought the bottle of lotion up, blocking her. I laughed again as I listened to her muttering under her breath. Placing lotion in the palm of my hand, I blew across it, warming it. Rubbing my hands together I reached for the crevice between her right thigh, allowing my knuckles to graze the droplets emanating from her. When the back of my hand touched her there, it was like grasping a wet sponge. She began dripping. My dick was throbbing. My desire for her was as apparent - she held the upper hand - and she knew it, again!. Please vote and share your thoughts - Thanks and have a wonderful day! |
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