"Sure thing!"
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Revision as of 17:04, 27 October 2009
"Sure thing, Doe," you say non-challantly. It's not like you were tired or anything and you can't help yourself when it comes to those legs. Mary definitely had her beat in the chest department, but those legs were meant to be experienced; wrapped around your ears as they held you locked into that pussy. You wondered if she was wearing panties at all under that short nightie, and you didn't have to wonder long.
As you answered her, she smiled broadly and another sultry grin curled the corners of her mouth. The curious smile didn't fade as she stood slightly and sat back down a few inches over, making room for you on the couch. You could still feel her heat as you sat down, especially where her pussy had just been. Glancing over at her, you see her stretch and the nightie ride up over her hips. The thin material was almost transparent in the light of the TV and her pert nipples trying to stab through the material could plainly be seen as well. By the time I made it up to her eyes, I could see that they were locked on mine; she caught me looking, and in fact, she wanted me to look.
"Everything okay with Mary? I know she caught me looking at dinner," Doe said as her eyes became those same lusty embers that they had been at dinner. As I sat, she spun her legs over my lap and lay back against the plush arm rest of our sofa. "I hope they're okay, and I hope you won't have to tell her about giving me a good calf massage?" she said, the words pouring out of her mouth like liquid desire.
I knew I was in over my head, but what Mary doesn't know, she doesn't need to know. My brain started saying "no no", but my hardening cock was saying "go go". The loss of blood must have impaired my faithfulness to Mary because it wasn't long and those tanned, miles-long legs were in my hand and the muscles were being kneaded like dough. The more you worked, the higher you had to go, starting with her feet and moving up her slender calves. It wasn't very long and neither one of you were faking paying attention to the TV; your attention was solely on her legs and body, and hers was on enjoying what you were doing to her. Doe was purring and mewing as your hands worked their well-practiced magic on her flesh, and every inch you moved higher was another fraction of an inch that she stretched. By the time you were to her calves, she let out a long sigh and arched her back over the arm rest, her nightie creeping up over her hips once again, exposing every inch of her body to your eyes. You felt your tongue lick your lips and your hands must have stopped for a moment as your eyes locked on pussy perfection.
Every curve, every stitch of skin was available for the ogling ... well, every inch you were concerned about. A little laugh pulled you back to reality and your eyes shot to hers and her gaze destroyed the last bit of willpower that might have even considered trying to stop you.
"I guess we won't be telling Mary about this," Doe said quietly and she slid into your lap, straddling your legs and pulling her nightie up in one swift motion. "Since it's your ass, I'll let you decide," she said after she shook her hair free from the well-used night shirt. "Are you going to have some fun with me, or you going to stay true to your belle?" she asked, her hands moving to unbutton and unzip my fly.
One last bit of resistance?
