1. The Girl in the Red Dress


    Date: 1/1/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: spuddick, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    forcing herself to look back at me. Then she finished her sentence, "...anywhere. I'm not going anywhere." "Really?" "Actually, I could be persuaded to go somewhere," she said, her body inching closer to me. What changed? Her father. It was classic. Her father had disappointed her now she wanted to disappoint him. I finished my drink, "My apartment is beautiful this time of night." In the center of my studio apartment her dress slithered off of her like a soft rain gliding off forest leaves, leaving behind her dry white skin. She tossed back her hair and hooked her thumbs under the red straps on her shoulders, pulling them out over her arms. The rest fell away, leaving nothing behind but a gold chain around her neck, her short black heels, and the lacy pair of black panties that held together her waist. She looked at me again and stepped out of her heels and the puddle of her dress. I was standing across the room, watching her with my finger frozen above the button on my stereo. Her sudden disrobing was not my doing. She stood nearly bare in the middle of my apartment, thin bands of light trickling in through the windows to play on her pale skin. Her breasts were full, not large, but round and firm on her chest. The nipples, perfectly round, were set in the center of the quarter sized gray circles of her breasts. A hand slipped over the left one, skimming off the rim of her soft breasts. She was biting her lower lip, reaching down between her legs. The dark color of her ...
    panties against her bare white skin was a shock of clashing opposites like the tangle of her hair that still danced on her shoulder blades. The fabric was made gray by the pricks of white skin showing through them and I could almost see through the darker fabric that protected the triangle between her legs. Her fingers pushed through that part, her face scrunching into one of sudden pleasure--eyes squinting, lips curling, nose wrinkling -- and the darkness lifted. When it was away from her skin, I could see the lips of her vagina parting at the approach of her finger. Her hand retreated, replaced by her thumbs that hooked the cords of her panties and pulled them down, dropping them at her feet. She stepped away from them, moving again closer to me, and left behind the puddle of blood that was her dress and the broken body that was high heels and panties. She walked on the tips of her toes, her heels kicking around in great circles as if avoiding broken glass. With every step she grew closer to me and I had not moved. My eyes were fixated on the slight shake of her breasts in the wake of her movement and the cross of her thighs across the thin strap of pubic hair as she stepped. I let my hand fall from my stereo. She was upon me now, her hands reaching for my lapels and shrugging off my jacket. I felt the knot in my tie loosening and flying apart, now it and my shirt joined the jacket on the floor. I was making my own pile. Her faces was so close to mine, an eruption of feature in ...
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