1. Investments control


    Date: 4/4/2016, Categories: Anal, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    her knees which were held against her chest by wrapping her arms around her legs. I couldn't believe my eyes. She obviously hadn't thought about this one, because it was only the cut of her skirt that was preventing me from copping an eyeful. It was almost a perfect up-skirt. As it was, I got a wonderful view of the back of her thighs as they presented themselves, and once again I could feel myself hardening. It was obvious Andrea was bored, hot and restless because no matter how hard she tried relaxing, she just couldn't stop fidgeting. One minute I could see the back of her thighs and the next, well if I had looked harder I would have gotten a glimpse of her panties as she lowered her knees and stretched her legs in front of her. This new position had another added bonus. I got to see her beautiful boobs as her blouse became semi transparent with sweat. Even in this dim lighting, and because my vision was used to it, I could see the droplets of perspiration running down her upper chest. She wasn't the only one. Although the temperature probably wasn't even in the high twenties, because we had no air conditioning it felt like we were in a sauna. Now I couldn't speak for Andrea, but my clothes were soaked and I wanted nothing more than to take them off, but I couldn't do that here now, could I? I closed my eyes and fantasized about what would happen if I dared be so bold. Deciding to test the waters so to speak, I stretched up my arms and pulled my t-shirt over my head. ...
    Hearing the rustle of my clothes Andrea snapped her eyes open. "Oh." Her eyes widened. "Wow I see you're getting comfortable." "Well we've been here almost three and a half hours," I said, casually, "and it’s so fucking hot in here, I can hardly breathe." She gave me a knowing and maybe it was just my imagination but I thought I detected a wistful look. I gave her my friendliest, innocent smile and watched her use the handkerchief again. I had to stop myself laughing. The roles had reversed now, and as I pretended to use my mobile, I was surreptitiously watching Andrea, and saw how she was having trouble keeping her eyes off me. As a working musician I have to travel a lot, different venues, studios and that sort of thing and a have to have all my gear with me. Luckily I have it all packed and ready to go in a very well built, well alarmed Transit van. Unfortunately bass amplifiers and speaker cabinets are big, bulky and weigh a ton. However an advantage of lifting them in and out of the van and shoving them around on stage has developed my upper body muscles like no sport school ever could. Now combine that with lots of ink and most people stare when they see me like this the first time and Andrea, confronted with my naked upper body, was no different. Except of course she didn't want me seeing how she studied me, so she did her best to do it covertly but wasn't very successful. "Fuck it!" she exclaimed loudly and undid the rest of her blouse. Then she grabbed hold of the loose ...
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