1. Paramour


    Date: 5/23/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: Magical_felix, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    "I changed the ring tone for you when you call," Jack laughed. "Here we go, what is it?" Meggie asked, a slight trace of her southern roots in her voice. "Yakety Sax." "What?" "You know, that music from Benny Hill..." Jack held in his laughter, obviously proud of himself. "Change that!" "It's so perfect for when you call and your face pops up on the screen. I changed your picture to one where you're all serious and pensive looking. It's so funny!" She mocked his laugh and sarcastically reminded him how funny she thought he was and said. "Hold on tard, I need some wurter." "It's pronounced water," Jack corrected. "That's what I said, joto! Wurter!" "Water." "I know! …Wurter." Jack paused and listened to Meggie swallow. "Who was the first president of the United States?" "Uh, George Wurshington..." "Wurshington? Okay, Just checking." "I hate you!" "Listen, you should be getting the stuff I ordered for you tomorrow. You gonna be home?" "I have to do the wursh, so yeah, I'll be home. What did you get?" "It's a surprise." "Surprise?" "Yeah, like, when there is something in a box and you don't know what it is and you go to open it and--" "I know what a surprise is, shitass!" "Well then why do you ask, dummy? You want me to tell you?" "No!" "Okay then." "I'm gonna run some wurter and get clean now, we've been talking forever." "Think of me when you lather up your ass crack." "Oh my God! Bye." "Goodnight." "Goodnight fucker," Meggie affectionally (kind of) said and ended the call. ...
    She put her phone down on the nightstand and made her way over to the bathroom. She turned the water on and began removing her clothes. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and lifted up with both hands, the tight thin fabric getting caught on her young breasts for a moment before they sprang free as she finished removing her shirt. She placed her thumbs in the waistband of her jean shorts and wiggled her way out of them. No need to remove her panties as she rarely wore any at home. Meggie stepped into her shower, closed her blue eyes and let the water hit her face. She tilted her head forward and the water quickly soaked her short, unkept brown hair. The warm water felt heavenly trickling down her skin and between her legs over her smooth, bare mound. She washed her hair, her face and began to lather up the rest of her body. She spent a little too long washing between her legs, like she always does, before moving her hand between the cheeks of her ass. I know how to say wurter you dumbass… Meggie thought as she washed her most private area. Now I'm thinking about how stupid you are as I wursh my ass… I hate when you do that… "Wurter... Wahurter. Fuck!" I really can't say it... Meggie made the water hotter now and just soaked for several minutes, practicing the words to some song she had stuck in her head. Meanwhile, in the humid southern night… A man in the shadows, dressed in all black, watched Meggie through her open bedroom window. She ended her call and disappeared into ...
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