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Authors: Kirsten McCurran
Tags: Erótica
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lingered on my pert breasts and my freshly-shaved pussy. I usually kept a little landing strip down there, but I shaved for Dave on special occasions. And this more than qualified.
“Do you think I should just go down to the casino like this?”
“You wouldn’t have to wait long for a hot guy to find you.”
“I should at least do my hair and put some make-up on.” I laughed. “It’s time to help me pick out a dress.”
Before I could begin modeling for my husband there was a knock at the door and he told me he’d ordered something from room service. I hadn’t even thought about dinner and with so much on my mind I didn’t know if I could eat anything anyway. There was another knock and Dave told me I should get the door.
“I’m a little underdressed.”
“I don’t think so,” he said. He took a discarded shirt from the bed—he was not sure what to wear either—and held it out for me to slip into. I humored him. It would be a nice warm up for what was to come. I buttoned the front, but Dave stopped me and released some of the buttons. I shot him a look that said, Really? He just grinned and gestured toward the door. Only three buttons held the shirt closed and it only fell just low enough to cover my ass. It gaped open when I moved so I was very careful when I answered the door.
“Room service,” said the twentysomething Latino who waited with the cart. The second word caught in his throat and he barely choked it out.
“Please, come in.” I smiled and stepped aside.
The boy had to step past me to get into the room and couldn’t help brushing against me. He was short, but built. Not unattractive, but not really my type either—though he looked handsome in his smart uniform. He froze when he saw Dave sitting back in that chair and I nearly ran into him.
“Where, uh, do you want it?”
I stepped around him and sat on the foot of the big, king-sized bed, crossing my legs. I know I flashed him and he seemed to sway on his feet. This was a lot of fun! “You can put it on the dresser right there,” I told him, leaning forward when I pointed. He just couldn’t help himself and stared down at my tits for a good five seconds before turning to move the tray from the cart to the dresser. He looked over at Dave apologetically. He was probably worried that big husband was going to kick his ass.
“Uhm, you need to sign for this,” he croaked.
“Of course.”
I brushed against him again as I took the pen and receipt from him. His cock pressed through those polyester uniform pants into my bare leg and his gaze was locked down my open shirt. I made sure to add a generous tip, though I felt he’d had one already. He just managed to look up when I handed the receipt back to him. He kept staring at me and it seemed like he was not going to leave, so I finally told him, “Thanks.” He snapped out of it and hastily excused himself.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked, sauntering over to Dave.
“God, I wish I had a picture. I think all the blood rushed to his face.”
“Not all of it, honey.”
“Really?”
I knelt down in front of my husband and pulled his belt open. His pants and black boxer-briefs went to his ankles and his hot cock filled my hands. “I would have been insulted if embarrassment was his only reaction.” I placed feather-light kisses all over his head and Dave groaned. “You liked my little show, I take it?”
“Yes.” He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I think he was trying to picture it.
I sucked on his red, flared head, swirling my tongue and stroking his shaft. I took more and more of him into my mouth, sucking more than halfway down before reaching my limit. When I came up for air, I asked, “You liked the way he looked at me. You know he wanted to fuck me.”
“Yes…”
“This shirt might as well have been unbuttoned all the way. He saw everything.”
“God…”
“I could feel how hard he was when I brushed against him. It would have been so easy
“Do you think I should just go down to the casino like this?”
“You wouldn’t have to wait long for a hot guy to find you.”
“I should at least do my hair and put some make-up on.” I laughed. “It’s time to help me pick out a dress.”
Before I could begin modeling for my husband there was a knock at the door and he told me he’d ordered something from room service. I hadn’t even thought about dinner and with so much on my mind I didn’t know if I could eat anything anyway. There was another knock and Dave told me I should get the door.
“I’m a little underdressed.”
“I don’t think so,” he said. He took a discarded shirt from the bed—he was not sure what to wear either—and held it out for me to slip into. I humored him. It would be a nice warm up for what was to come. I buttoned the front, but Dave stopped me and released some of the buttons. I shot him a look that said, Really? He just grinned and gestured toward the door. Only three buttons held the shirt closed and it only fell just low enough to cover my ass. It gaped open when I moved so I was very careful when I answered the door.
“Room service,” said the twentysomething Latino who waited with the cart. The second word caught in his throat and he barely choked it out.
“Please, come in.” I smiled and stepped aside.
The boy had to step past me to get into the room and couldn’t help brushing against me. He was short, but built. Not unattractive, but not really my type either—though he looked handsome in his smart uniform. He froze when he saw Dave sitting back in that chair and I nearly ran into him.
“Where, uh, do you want it?”
I stepped around him and sat on the foot of the big, king-sized bed, crossing my legs. I know I flashed him and he seemed to sway on his feet. This was a lot of fun! “You can put it on the dresser right there,” I told him, leaning forward when I pointed. He just couldn’t help himself and stared down at my tits for a good five seconds before turning to move the tray from the cart to the dresser. He looked over at Dave apologetically. He was probably worried that big husband was going to kick his ass.
“Uhm, you need to sign for this,” he croaked.
“Of course.”
I brushed against him again as I took the pen and receipt from him. His cock pressed through those polyester uniform pants into my bare leg and his gaze was locked down my open shirt. I made sure to add a generous tip, though I felt he’d had one already. He just managed to look up when I handed the receipt back to him. He kept staring at me and it seemed like he was not going to leave, so I finally told him, “Thanks.” He snapped out of it and hastily excused himself.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked, sauntering over to Dave.
“God, I wish I had a picture. I think all the blood rushed to his face.”
“Not all of it, honey.”
“Really?”
I knelt down in front of my husband and pulled his belt open. His pants and black boxer-briefs went to his ankles and his hot cock filled my hands. “I would have been insulted if embarrassment was his only reaction.” I placed feather-light kisses all over his head and Dave groaned. “You liked my little show, I take it?”
“Yes.” He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I think he was trying to picture it.
I sucked on his red, flared head, swirling my tongue and stroking his shaft. I took more and more of him into my mouth, sucking more than halfway down before reaching my limit. When I came up for air, I asked, “You liked the way he looked at me. You know he wanted to fuck me.”
“Yes…”
“This shirt might as well have been unbuttoned all the way. He saw everything.”
“God…”
“I could feel how hard he was when I brushed against him. It would have been so easy
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