1. Au Pair (Part 2)


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Gallo, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    hidden a pair of what I guessed to be a set of 34C’s, which protruded from her chest in such a way that it emphasised her flat-as-a-washboard abdomen. She was slender; a khaki skirt about two inches above her knees hid the upper part of what looked like a pair of very long, shapely legs. These same legs in turn dipped inside a pair of patent leather sandals at the bottom, strapped to a pair of perfectly pedied feet. Barefooted, she had to be no less than 5 feet 4 and, at a wild guess not more than 120 pounds. She was simply stunning. On my way up my mind rumbled with millions of questions regarding the possibility if women like this really exist. She was truly a Goddess and as my eyes levelled with hers she stood there, just looking, smiling softly. But then, this was Tampa, Florida. “Men,” she smirked and turned toward the door, shaking her head. “She’s been here almost every day for the past two weeks,” the teen with gum bouncing her jaws off each other at a steady pace behind the checkout observed without skipping a beat. This was something very important I barely heard in my flushed out state. Such was the impact on me that I imagined al sorts of tumultuous motions taking control of me. Sex would become an absentminded activity. My body would be fully involved with the opportunity of the moment, her writhing and screaming below me or bouncing up and down on my cock. But my mind would be totally absent. I was not going to eat for days. I would loose weight and simply ...
    melt away. I was simply never going to be the same again. Had I taken note of what Bouncy Jaws mentioned, it would probably not have taken me days to unceasingly think of what might have happened to her, or where she was? Then my reality side checked in and I was reminded that I felt like that about each and every beautiful woman I met. I would seduce her, screw her senseless and she would be out of my mind and I would be healed of my emotionally distressed state. But, said the sensible half of my mind, ‘This one is rather exceptional,’ to which I nodded my head in agreement. My Blackberry went of in my pocket, bringing me back to the surface. It was Pete, pilot-buddy turned airline pilot. They were due to have dinner at my place the next night, Friday. His wife was quite something and I always mocked that it was a fluke that he managed to get hitched to such a hottie. Of the three of us mates who went to Top Gun together, Brad and I were still very single. He knew I was forever checking her out. I’ve seen her in a bikini but, I could imagine her naked, those sweet tits clinging to her upper body for dear life, dime sized nipples begging me to fuse my mouth to them. Clearly, Nell enjoyed me drooling over her perfected Gulf Coast body and apparently, it played Aces on their sex life. Though admitting that part quite readily, Pete was very clear that I could forget about tasting the fruits of his particular pleasure. “Yes Brother, how’s the man today?” I poured my slang into his ...
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