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Authors: Jess C Scott
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sister’s ass in his face as she wrapped her glossy pink lips over his woody. What’s more, she was right there, beside him, living, breathing, in the flesh! Now if only, she could strip off that dress, and be in the nude…
Andy gave a sideward glance to Christina, a little nauseous, a little delirious, wrongly thinking that her image in real life might counter the image he was entertaining in his head. He felt so off-center. He was supposed to be a young professional, not a blistering fool in the company of his own non-blood-related relative, who happened to be waking all the cells in his blood.
He could see she was sitting very poised with an incredible grace, leaning slightly in front as she conversed with the driver. Andy was fighting back the urge to squirm around in his seat and cross his legs—it’d be too obvious—and he didn’t hate the driver quite so much now—Christina’s conversation with the driver allowed Andy to focus on what he did want to focus on, without much difficulty.
He noticed that Christina’s breasts had taken on a fuller shape. She was a late bloomer, having had her first period on the day she turned 17 (so he’d read, from her journal she’d carelessly left lying around on the floor in the TV room). He’d looked at her (when she wasn’t looking) for the rest of that week, in a new way, wondering if she was bleeding between her legs.
He absent-mindedly opened his mouth, then tried to look nonchalant as he licked his lips again, clearing his throat when the driver happened to look at him via the overhead mirror.
“ Thanks,” Andy said to Christina, when she handed him a packet of Ricola lozenges. Stress and tension signs —Andy recalled the title of a magazine article someone in the HR department had circulated around the office that week. Unlike obvious stress, imploding stress is constant stress, that’s sucked down and swallowed.
Pseudo porn with a message? He had keep himself from putting a $50-note on the seat beside him, and asking Christina, “Now…just tell me you swallow.”
God, how Andy wanted her over his knee he’d make her never forget it she’d scream at the top of her lungs while he slapped, squeezed and spanked her butt cheeks until they were nice and rosy—would she put up any resistance, towards getting a nice, hard spanking that’d get her nice and horny?
He’d reach in between her legs, tease her juicy clit while she bent over in front. He’d seen the curve of Christina’s hip and the generous, rounded curve from her lower back, tapering down the side of the butt and thighs, to meet the knee with a sleek line, followed by those sculpted calves. She had grace, stamina, and strength—anyone could tell that, just from her legs, which she wasn’t afraid or indifferent or too shy to show off anymore. Would he score with this quintessential Swiss Miss, or would it be another random, nameless face, one after another?
He stumbled out of the cab once they’d reached the destination, Waterfront Condo—Christina had already forked out the cash, when Andy had come to, and re-opened the cab door on his side.
“ The Miss has already paid,” the driver let Andy know. Andy just noticed the driver’s gold tooth, located on his lower jaw. Christina was looking up at the apartments, her bikini body profile silhouetted against one of the night lights on the compound.
The driver got out, to get Christina’s luggage out of the trunk. Andy gave him a tip—out of blurriness, more so than obligation or courtesy. His hand was still, like all the strength had gone from him. The driver took the money, and patted him on the side of the shoulder.
“ Enjoy,” he said in a low voice, with a slight grin, before getting back in his seat, and driving off.
Enjoy. The word had practically dripped right out of the driver’s mouth. What was that supposed to mean? Andy could almost feel the word etching itself onto the surface of his inner teeth, which the tip of his
Andy gave a sideward glance to Christina, a little nauseous, a little delirious, wrongly thinking that her image in real life might counter the image he was entertaining in his head. He felt so off-center. He was supposed to be a young professional, not a blistering fool in the company of his own non-blood-related relative, who happened to be waking all the cells in his blood.
He could see she was sitting very poised with an incredible grace, leaning slightly in front as she conversed with the driver. Andy was fighting back the urge to squirm around in his seat and cross his legs—it’d be too obvious—and he didn’t hate the driver quite so much now—Christina’s conversation with the driver allowed Andy to focus on what he did want to focus on, without much difficulty.
He noticed that Christina’s breasts had taken on a fuller shape. She was a late bloomer, having had her first period on the day she turned 17 (so he’d read, from her journal she’d carelessly left lying around on the floor in the TV room). He’d looked at her (when she wasn’t looking) for the rest of that week, in a new way, wondering if she was bleeding between her legs.
He absent-mindedly opened his mouth, then tried to look nonchalant as he licked his lips again, clearing his throat when the driver happened to look at him via the overhead mirror.
“ Thanks,” Andy said to Christina, when she handed him a packet of Ricola lozenges. Stress and tension signs —Andy recalled the title of a magazine article someone in the HR department had circulated around the office that week. Unlike obvious stress, imploding stress is constant stress, that’s sucked down and swallowed.
Pseudo porn with a message? He had keep himself from putting a $50-note on the seat beside him, and asking Christina, “Now…just tell me you swallow.”
God, how Andy wanted her over his knee he’d make her never forget it she’d scream at the top of her lungs while he slapped, squeezed and spanked her butt cheeks until they were nice and rosy—would she put up any resistance, towards getting a nice, hard spanking that’d get her nice and horny?
He’d reach in between her legs, tease her juicy clit while she bent over in front. He’d seen the curve of Christina’s hip and the generous, rounded curve from her lower back, tapering down the side of the butt and thighs, to meet the knee with a sleek line, followed by those sculpted calves. She had grace, stamina, and strength—anyone could tell that, just from her legs, which she wasn’t afraid or indifferent or too shy to show off anymore. Would he score with this quintessential Swiss Miss, or would it be another random, nameless face, one after another?
He stumbled out of the cab once they’d reached the destination, Waterfront Condo—Christina had already forked out the cash, when Andy had come to, and re-opened the cab door on his side.
“ The Miss has already paid,” the driver let Andy know. Andy just noticed the driver’s gold tooth, located on his lower jaw. Christina was looking up at the apartments, her bikini body profile silhouetted against one of the night lights on the compound.
The driver got out, to get Christina’s luggage out of the trunk. Andy gave him a tip—out of blurriness, more so than obligation or courtesy. His hand was still, like all the strength had gone from him. The driver took the money, and patted him on the side of the shoulder.
“ Enjoy,” he said in a low voice, with a slight grin, before getting back in his seat, and driving off.
Enjoy. The word had practically dripped right out of the driver’s mouth. What was that supposed to mean? Andy could almost feel the word etching itself onto the surface of his inner teeth, which the tip of his
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