Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
But over that shirt is the actual dress. Which is not a dress like how I know a dress to be, but more of a jacket-skirt combination. It’s very tight on her arms so I have to tug on one sleeve—which only reaches her elbows—while she pulls her arm out. We do that again on the other side and finally, another piece of clothing falls to the floor at her feet and the stay drops with it.
Things are clearer now. The only things in my way are the underskirts and the undershirt. I grab the skirt and pull the elastic over her hips, letting it too fall to the floor. But surprise, surprise, she’s wearing loose undershorts as well as the undershirt, both of which go down to her knees.
I look up, meet her gaze, but can’t hold it because her nipples are poking up against the soft cotton fabric of her shift and all I want to do is look at them, and reach for them, and fondle them. She’s nearly naked and this whole uncovering thing we’re doing is driving me wild, and making me hard, and I’m so ready to fuck this woman. But I force myself to stay on task. Because this final reveal is the best part now.
Rosie is biting her lip when those gray eyes of hers land on mine. She’s nervous. Maybe a little embarrassed. It’s an awfully vulnerable position to be in. But she’s not gonna stop me. She wants me to keep going.
I reach down, tugging on the elastic of her shorts, pressing myself up against her. Grinding a little. And then I bend down and take those shorts with me.
She’s practically panting now. Her breath coming in short, soft gasps. The next thing I feel are her hands on my shoulders as she steps out of her shorts the same way she did last night. I push them into the considerable pile of clothing at her feet and look up at her as I lift her shirt, exposing her pussy, and lean in to kiss it.
Everything about her goes soft in this moment. Everything but her hands, which grip my shoulders tighter. I push her back a little, so she bumps into the chaise, and then she’s sitting and I’m opening her legs up, and all I see is her glistening, wet pussy as I slip my tongue into her soft folds.
She grips my hair and then it’s on. Erotic undressing over, now it’s time to get busy.
I slip a finger inside her and this immediately has Rosie writhing. Her knees come up and open wider, giving me more access.
Her shirt is still on, but I’m gonna leave it that way because I’ve got plans for that shirt later. Right now, I just concentrate on eating her. Licking, and kissing, and making her moan as I pump my fingers in and out, all the while flicking my tongue back and forth against her little button.
She comes. And it’s a little bit loud. Like if those backyard ladies are in any way trying to listen in, well, they just got an earful. Rosie’s thighs are shaking and trembling as her back arches and this orgasm goes on for a full ten seconds. All the while, she’s letting me and everyone else along this alley know that she’s having a very good time.
I stand up, take off my shirt, throw it into the pile of clothes, and then unbuckle my belt. The jingle of it pulls Rosie out of her post-coital bliss and she looks up at me with just-fucked eyes. I push my pants down, letting my hard cock fly out, and then, without me even having to ask for it, she slips down onto her knees and wraps her hands around my shaft. Squeezing me hard until I close my eyes and grit my teeth.
The next thing I know, her soft lips are caressing the tip of my cock and her hot breath is about to drive me crazy. She swirls her tongue around my tip and I have an urge to grab her by the hair and push myself deep into her throat, but I don’t. Maybe one day the sex will get rough like that, but then again, maybe it won’t. When you’re serious about a woman, right here in the middle of things isn’t really the time to find out if she likes to swallow. Not if you wanna see her again. And I do.
The blowjob is meant to be an appetizer, so I enjoy it for a few minutes, then pull away and offer her my hand. She looks up at me, wiping her mouth, and accepts my hand, allowing me to help her up.
And when our eyes lock, for some reason I’m thinking about that day back in high school when she was standing in the cafeteria all swollen with baby, and that look of horror on her face when her water broke. The fear. The absolute terror.