I picked up my wet chin and smiled at her, watching her shiver a little as an aftershock ran through her frame. Licking the last few drops of her sweet taste, I smoothed her pubic hair with my hand and laid my chin on the back of it, looking into her eyes. My other hand was under her, holding a cheek of her beautiful butt. This was our first time together and I was determined that she enjoy it. We'd met in a supermarket, of all places...

She liked veggies, at least that was what her cart told me. I'd gone to shop for groceries after work and spotted her in the aisle, my eyes drawn to her like a magnet. She had hip-hugger shorts and a skimpy top, with sandals on her feet. The picture was too nice to not want a second glimpse, hair to the middle of her back and that bare tummy, mmmmm! I followed from a distance, thinking she looked like Natalie Wood, but fragile and sad.

I counted the vertebrae in her spine and thought of caressing her ribcage beneath her shirt. As she walked toward me I saw she had smallish breasts, my favorite, and no bra. The dark brown points of her nipples were making little tents in her shirt. I smiled as I walked by and got a small smile in return, nothing more than politeness to a stranger, but progress nevertheless. My height, about 5-10 and lighter than my 145 pounds, she was a vision in white. Checking out, I resolved to come back often and try to strike up a conversation with her.

2 days later I shopped again and didn't see her. I wondered if I was being foolish about my fascination with her. I began going to the store every day about the same time, picking up a few things at a time and wandering the aisles in search of her. Some days I managed to catch a glimpse of her at the end of an aisle, other times I'd walk right by and smile, checking out her costume of the day. She wore mostly shorts and tops, once a short skirt that revealed her upper thigh as she bent to take something from a lower shelf. I kept telling myself that being consumed by this obsession was no good for me, but I couldn't not go and seek her out.

My chance came two weeks after my first sighting when I left the store and saw her in the parking lot near a car with the hood up, peering into the engine compartment with disgust. I walked up and said "Hi, need some help?" "God damn thing won't start," she said, frowning.

I knew a little about cars and asked "You want me to try?"

"Go ahead," she said, putting her groceries in the front seat.

I looked and the problem was fairly obvious, a loose battery cable. Grabbing a pair of pliers from my Jeep, I twisted it off and cleaned it while she watched. Re- installing it and locking the nut, I said "Try it now." The engine caught and purred immediately, causing her to smile. White even teeth, a cute face and soft- looking lips, she was even prettier than I'd imagined. "Thank you!" she gushed, "what do I owe you?"

"A cup of coffee sometime," I replied, tucking the pliers in my back pocket.

"That's no problem!" she said, "I've got to go now but how about tomorrow?"

"Sure," I replied, touching her arm, "See you then."

The next day I appeared early, not wanting to chance missing her. I dressed for the occasion, choosing sandals and denim shorts, my shirttails knotted under my breasts. A little perfume in my modest cleavage added some scent to the air as I waited under the awning, smoking a cigarette. She pulled into the lot slowly, looking around. I waved and her face lit up as she spotted me and drove to the curb.

"Hi," she said, "where do you want to go?"

I knew she meant for coffee, but I couldn't help but think 'anywhere you are, darling girl.'

I hoped she was younger than me, I hoped she would like me, I hoped a myriad of things in the few seconds it took to get in her car and say "There's a nice place in the next block." She nodded and drove away, concentrating on the traffic. I pointed out the sign and she slowed, pulling to the curb and parking right in front. We sat at a table outside under an umbrella, ordering from the prompt waitress. As we waited for our cups to arrive I asked "You new to the neighborhood?"

"Yeah, kinda, been here a couple months...I may not stay though," she frowned. I could tell she was preoccupied and didn't press, but it was time she knew my name. I wanted to see what it sounded like coming from her mouth. "I'm Bree," I said.

"Hello Bree, I'm Ashlee Alexander, two e's, from Ames, Iowa," she said.

"You look like a healthy girl, raised on a farm?" I asked.

"Nope, in town, but close enough to smell the corn!" she giggled.

"Where do you work?" I asked.

"I don't right now, that's one of the reasons I may have to go back soon," she said.

In answer to my unspoken question she said "It's a long story."

I took a sip of coffee and said "We've got as long as you want."

Hesitant, shy and often embarrassed, she told of the circumstances that had brought her to the suburbs of Chicago. Her boyfriend of three years had gotten her pregnant a month from graduation, then disappeared as soon as he was told. Her Father threw her out of the house and she miscarried at 4 months, living with some friends. Her Mother was the one who was sympathetic and had given her the money to go away and make a fresh start. She wiped her eyes as she finished the tale, saying "I guess I made a mess of things."

I knew from past experience that her self-esteem was at an all-time low, her wallet was almost empty, and she was desperate. Facing her parents again was the last thing on Earth she wanted. She roused my maternal instincts, and I said "If you had a job you'd be ok for awhile?" She nodded yes and I sat silently thinking. They always needed people where I worked, maybe I could ask a favor of a few people and get her on. That wouldn't guarantee my relationship with her, but it would be a start.

I told her that I'd check a few things and let her know. She smiled gratefully and we spent the next hour or so talking about girl stuff, me stealing glances at her legs or breasts whenever I could. She left me sitting there, happy and grateful I'd had the chance to talk with her. I thought she might be the one I'd been searching for, a soul mate for me. I was tired of spending time alone, maybe she felt the same way.

I spoke with Personnel and they said to have her come in right away. I called her and told her to come down to the plant, giving her directions. I didn't see her, but when I got home there was a message on my machine that was happy and excited.

"They hired me! I'm supposed to be a packer, do you know what that is? Call me right away, please!?"

I showered, savoring the moment, and relaxed on the couch as I picked up the phone to call. I told her what a packer was and how to dress for it, explaining what I knew. I suggested dinner to celebrate and she hesitated long enough to tell me she didn't have enough money.

"I'll buy," I said, and she agreed to meet me. I knew of a small Italian place that was perfect and said "I'll pick you up about 7."

We met in the parking lot of the market and she climbed in the Jeep, smiling and saying "Thank you!" over and over. She was wearing a tan dress with heels and had her hair piled up, the loose curls dangling here and there around her face. My sundress looked mousy by comparison. We ate, getting giggly with the wine, and I learned she was 19. That was perfect for my 23, and I was further encouraged by her openness and obvious delight at being with me.

Her scent was intoxicating, much more so than the wine, and she wasn't wearing a bra. When she would lean over the table to whisper, the edges of her small mounds captured my eyes and wouldn't let go. Still, I knew that if I pushed her I might be able to get her into my bed and suck her dry, but that would eliminate any chance for a long term relationship. I decided to bide my time and court her the old-fashioned way, letting the end result be her decision. I was tired of one night stands and morning recriminations.

I took her to her car, got her address and gave her mine, and promised to look in on her the next day at work. A light kiss on my cheek and thanks for the dinner were enough. Later that night in my bed I pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit, fantasizing the hands were hers.


Over the next weeks we ate lunch together and talked, and to my surprise I confided some things to her that I thought were forever buried, my experiences with men and other private things. One Friday I asked her "What are you doing for the weekend?"

"Nothing much," she replied.

"Do you want to go to the quarries with me, we can sunbathe and get wet if we want." I asked.

"Is it private?" she asked.

"Mostly, there might be a few others there though," I replied.

"Do I have to bring a suit?" she asked.

"Not if you don't want to," I replied, surprised she would ask. She'd always impressed me as a private person. I had no qualms about nudity, but I had believed that girls from the Bible Belt were taught extreme modesty from about age 2 on. Live and learn, I thought.

I picked her up Saturday morning at her apartment, a 4th floor walkup in Tinley Park, and headed for Round Lake, some 50 miles north. We chatted as I drove, glancing from time to time at her smooth legs. Dressed in shorts and a halter top with her hair loose and blowing in the wind, I thought we looked like Thelma and Louise.

I found the turnoff and shifted into 4 wheel drive to negotiate the ruts, bouncing and tilting as we drove the narrow path to the parking area. 3 other cars were parked there, but I couldn't hear any voices. I knew there were hundreds of places around where we could go and not be seen. Gathering our things we walked toward the water, coming out at the edge and looking over the expanse of the main pool.

"Oh God, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed.

She started to strip and I said "Not here, silly, anyone who comes can see us!" I led her toward my favorite spot, half-way down the left side where the rocks tilted almost flat. We climbed down to the water and dipped a toe, finding it cool but not cold. I liked this spot because it afforded some privacy, the rocks on the sides sheltering us from any view except directly in front.

"Now it's ok," I said, laughing and taking off my clothes. I had a suit on under my shorts, but if she was going to fulfill her desire to be nude, I was going to join her. She spread a blanket and stood on it, kicking her sandals off and pulling her shorts down. Her bare butt and some of her hair was visible as she bent over and my insides twitched, releasing some wetness between my legs.

Her shirt followed quickly and her breasts were revealed as the marvels they were, small and far apart on her chest. The nipples crinkled in the soft breeze, giving me the indication they were sensitive to touch. She folded her clothes neatly and piled them on her shoes, sitting on the blanket and digging in her bag. I opened the cooler and got us a beer, putting mine down to finish taking off my clothes.

"You wore a suit!" she exclaimed, oiling her arms.

"Yeah, you never know how many people are going to be here," I said. I thought her gaze lingered overlong at my body, I'm blond all over and the hair doesn't hide much. Whatever I'd leaked had gone into the crotch of the suit so I was safe for now, but who knew what the next few hours would bring?

We spread some oil on each other, me secretly thrilled that I was touching her, her demeanor nonchalant and serene. I laid on my back and lit a cigarette, turning on the portable with the volume low. I was where I wanted to be, with the person I wanted to be with, doing what I wanted to do at last, the old feelings of being disconnected gone.

She stood and went to the water's edge, splashing some on her face and arms to cool herself, giving me the view of a lifetime. The gap between her legs was wide and filled with fur, I couldn't see her sex but the rest of her was in plain sight and I leaked again.

"If you see anyone coming just duck back up here and they can't see you," I said.

"Shit, who'd want to look anyway?" she said, looking down at her body.

"You don't know, do you?" I asked.

"What?" she replied.

"You turn heads where ever you go, even the supermarket," I laughed. She really was unconscious of her beauty, or dismissive of it as not worthy. I was entranced as she stood there, the only remnants of her pregnancy two small stretch marks on either side of her belly. Her breasts stood out firmly, the nipples protruding, making my mouth water.

Taking a sip of my beer I calmed myself, repeating 'patience' to myself several times. I hated the man who had done this to her, taken advantage of her innocence and then left her to fend for herself. She was coping with it, but how much better would her life have been if it had never happened? I had high hopes of making her future better.

The high point of the afternoon was when she and I laid close and she whispered "Thanks for inviting me, I'm having fun." Her small hands rubbed oil into my back and butt, surprisingly strong. She didn't seem to have any inhibitions about touching me in such a private spot, and I had to admit it felt very good. When I rolled over she continued, rubbing my breasts and giggling when the nipples reacted.

"Oops, sorry," she blushed.

"Doesn't matter, go ahead," I whispered. Being touched that way was making me very wet and I hoped she wouldn't notice. I tried to relax as her hands smoothed the oil on my skin, enjoying the tingles everywhere. She finished my legs and feet, not once touching my puss but arousing me to a fever pitch.

I lay there as long as I could, then got up and dove into the water, swimming out toward the middle. I had to cool off or do something I might regret later. Sitting on a submerged stone, it didn't take long to get off and relieve some of the sexual tension. She joined me after a few minutes, somehow knowing I needed the space from her.

"This is great!" she smiled, pulling back her hair. I reached to dunk her off the rock and she ducked, diving away and swimming underwater some yards away. I could see her body as she swam, lithe and strong, perfectly shaped and supple. She surfaced and laughed at me "You gotta be quicker than that!"

I returned to our spot and opened another beer, watching her dry off.

"Can we come here every weekend?" she asked quietly.

"Sure, if you want," I said.

"I like being with you in private, I mean just you and me," she said, blushing lightly.

"Mmm, me too," I smiled. My radar went on full alert! Was that a hint, a suggestion, an advance, what? Or was she being pleasant and polite, and my touching her was out of the question?

I soaked in some heat, listened half-heartedly to the radio and closed my eyes, content with her presence and the sound of her breathing nearby. We heard noises and sat up, watching a dozen or so high school kids arrive at the water. Grasping her hand I pulled her back out of sight, waiting for them to decide where they were going to party. Walking down the other side jumping rocks, they were headed for what passed as the beach, a long level spot further down.

I relaxed and lay back down, happy we weren't going to be bothered. I felt her hand in mine as she gave me a little squeeze, settling in on her tummy to catch the sun. An hour or so later she returned from a dip and asked "Would you oil me?" I accepted the bottle and she sprawled on her belly, legs apart, wiggling to get comfortable. As I rubbed, she said "Some of the girls at work warned me away from you."

"Why's that?" I asked, puzzled.

"They said you're a dyke," she replied.

I'd never dated anyone at work and I wore regular clothes like all the other girls. Was it the fact I had a man's job, being an electrician? She hadn't said it in a mean way, rather a descriptive way, saying an unknown term and curious to its meaning.

Laughing and trying to make the best of it I said "I don't like that term much, I prefer lover of ladies." Silent for a little while, absorbing the truth, she finally asked "What's it like?" I had to be honest with her, or the chances for a relationship to grow were out the window.

"At times wonderful, at times terrifying," I replied.

I barely noticed as she rolled over and looked up at me, putting her arms over her head.

My mind was on automatic and I continued to wet my fingers and rub her skin with the oil.

A bump in my hand got my attention and I looked down, realizing I was caressing her breast, palming the nipple. Her eyes were closed and I heard a long sigh just before she said "That feels good."

I massaged them thoroughly before moving to her stomach. I wanted to kiss her so badly my cheeks ached, but I knew I couldn't, not here and not now. I continued to smooth the oil on her, covering her body so it gleamed.

I laid next to her again when I was done, fearing the words 'take me home' or 'lets go now'. Instead she got a little closer, rolling on her side and put her arm around my waist, propping her head on an elbow.

"You're the first person to ever treat me decent," she declared, the look on her face honest and real.

"I like you and I wanted to get to know you," I replied.

"Do you still want to, get to know me, I mean?" she asked. I nodded yes, and she said "All you have to do is ask, I'm a completely open and honest person."

That statement left the door wide open for an interrogation, but I wasn't in an inquisitive mood. How could I tell her that just being with her made me happy?

"You ever kiss a girl?" I asked instead.

Giggling she replied "Yeah, Barbara and I tried it in 7th grade, teaching each other how to kiss boys."

"You ever touch her, intimately I mean," I asked.

Suddenly shy, she lowered her head and said "No."

"I wanted to!" she exclaimed, "but I was afraid."

We talked a bit more, exchanging secrets and confidences, each secure in the knowledge it would go no farther. I described how over the last 5 years I'd had 12 or 15 women in my bed and couldn't remember any of their names, I was tired of casual sex, exhausted with the need of people to suck my emotions dry and give me nothing in return. She nodded as if she understood through all of this, at the end saying "Jeff was like that." He had demanded she give and give, and he did nothing but take from her, emotionally and sexually. "Did he ever satisfy you?" I asked.

"Not once," she replied, shaking her head at the painful memory.

I listened as she told of the treatment she'd gotten from her three brothers and her Father, discounting her achievements and her looks as not necessary for a successful life. According to them what counted was knowledge of the farm, the kitchen, the sewing room and birthing babies. I sat hip to hip with her and held her as she cried, the tears dripping on my shoulder.

"I thought that if I got pregnant they'd accept me as an adult, one of them, but I was wrong... Jeff had to leave or my brothers would have beaten him half to death."

"I didn't want to, but he said if I loved him I would, and I finally gave in... It didn't last very long, but it hurt and my insides poked out afterwards."

"I've always felt like an outsider, even in my own house."

These and a few more bits of information convinced me she was vulnerable, hurt, lonely and afraid. Holding her shoulders I said "Why don't we take the back roads home and stop to get something to eat?" She nodded and began to get dressed, her tears and confusion on hold for the time being. I took Route 3 south and pulled into a diner where we ate hamburgers and cokes outside in the last rays of the sun.

She was quiet and looked wistful as I drove the rest of the way home, pulling up next to her car and shutting down my engine. She put a few things in her bag and got ready to get out. With her hand on the door handle she asked in that frightened little girl voice I recognized from earlier in the day. "Can I stay with you tonight? I don't want to be alone."

"I don't think that's such a good idea right now," I replied.

"Why not?" she asked, the tears starting to roll again. "Because I'm human and I'm afraid of what I might do if I got you behind a locked door," I whispered.

"If you want me you can have me!" she cried desperately.

I considered that for a moment and said "I can't, not this way, Ashlee, don't you see?

If I did I'd be no better than Jeff." That seemed to sober her and make her think, and I continued, "If I am meant for you, I want it all... your heart, your love, your commitment and your body... settling for second best is not an option for me." She nodded her acceptance and slowly got out, turning to say "Thank you for today, it was wonderful!" before she drove away. I sat in the darkened lot smoking, wondering if I'd just blown any chance of happiness with her.

I didn't call her Sunday, I wanted her to think about what I'd said. I meant it, I couldn't settle for just her body. It would be nice, it had felt nice under my fingers, but I did want more. If she was the one I would have that with, then so be it. I tried not to dwell on the alternatives.


Monday at work she smiled at me when I sat down to lunch, grinning at me over her sandwich.

"You were right Saturday night," she said, "I do have a lot of thinking to do." Wanting to make up in part for some of the hurt of Saturday night I asked "Do you want to go out tonight, dinner, maybe a little dancing?" "Oh yes!.. I'd like that!" she said.

"Pick you up at 7," I replied.

The rest of the day I wired a cabinet for another machine on the production line, thinking of nothing but her. I took her to Barney's after dinner, our local ladies watering hole over at 34th and Elm. Mondays were quiet, only 20 or so couples were out and about. I ordered drinks and we sat, listening to the music and watching the people on the floor.

"Everyone of those women out there is available," I said.

"Really?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"Really," I replied, "some of them may be with a partner right now, but in a few days or weeks or months, they'll be alone again."

"Kind of a lonely lifestyle," she said.

"Yes, at times it can be," I replied.

"Unless you find the right person," she said, looking me straight in the eye.

We danced a little, holding each other close during the slow ones and sitting out most of the fast ones. She refused all offers of a dance with anyone else without any prompting from me, earning me some very jealous looks. I took her home around midnight, getting a quick kiss on my mouth as she ran from the car to her door.

I licked my lips, tasting strawberries and cream, letting them tingle. I showered and again fantasized about her hands roaming my body, climaxing twice in my big lonesome bed.

In the end it took her two weeks to decide, and she didn't ask me anything further, or volunteer any more information. We ate lunch every day as usual, her bright and bubbly and me mostly somber, waiting. She politely refused all offers from me of going out to dinner or even to the quarries, telling me 'I'm thinking still'. I had to look on the bright side, we were still friends, we saw each other every day, I'd get a kiss on the cheek sometimes. I had to be patient, reminding myself for the thousandth time.

One Saturday I went to the quarries alone, climbing high above the water level, seeking solitude. I found a flat spot about 80 feet up, surrounded by rock that was perfect. I stripped nude and oiled myself, pushing my fingers into my puss, pinching my nipples roughly, stroking my rosebud, seeking relief. It came and I screamed loudly, my voice echoing off the rocks, returning to me as a primal scream of joy.

Later in the afternoon I lay on my stomach and watched a seduction scene unfold below me. A man and a woman of indeterminate age sat together on the rocks, drinking beer and talking. They kissed and gradually removed their suits, kissing and fondling each other. It wasn't her first time, as she laid on her back she put her ankles near her head and pulled him on top of her, the urgency of her need apparent even at a distance.

He took a long time to come, pounding her again and again as she moaned and thrashed. Her release was loud and clear as she screamed, "FUCK ME!!" My relief was somewhat quieter but no less complete as I jilled my slit, humping my hand.

That night I was sitting on my couch petting my cat, an orange tabby named Maxwell, when the doorbell rang. I didn't expect anyone, but I put on my robe and answered anyway. Ashlee stood there, a grin on her face and a small bag in her hand.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Of course, please," I said, backing up to let her inside.

"Here!" she said, handing me the bag.

"It's wine for us," she said, dropping her eyes and moving closer. I didn't move as she leaned close and kissed my lips, full and firm, holding my hips. Finished, she backed away and slipped off her shoes, pulling me into my living room. Seeing Max, she went to him and petted him, sealing her approval in the house. I could tell she was excited and nervous, wriggling as I settled back with Max on my lap. His soft rumble of a purr was the only sound in the room as she worked up her courage to speak.

"I've decided," she said, smiling.

"Mmmm?" I replied.

"I want to be with you," she said, blushing pink.

"I know what women do with each other, I've been reading, and I figure what I don't know I can trust you to teach me, can't I?" she blurted, calming a little as she got the main point out in the open. I didn't say anything, my heart was in my chest and I couldn't.

I moved Max and got up, opened the wine and handed her a glass. I sipped and caught my breath, relaxing inside as I realized tonight was our night. Taking the bottle in one hand and her hand in the other, I led her to the bedroom and closed the door. I lit three candles and turned out the light, walking to her in the semi- darkness. I dropped my robe on the floor, showing her my nakedness. "Will you suck these?" I asked, holding up my breasts.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, moving toward me.

"Not now," I said, "let me look at you." I undressed her bit by bit, kissing her skin and running my hands over her body. She'd worn a lacy bra and panties to match, 'for you,' she said. I sucked the fleshy knots of her nipples gently and stroked her butt, inhaling a cinnamon and musk scent. The bra gone, I knelt and slid her panties down, feeling her hand on my shoulder to balance herself as she stepped out of them. I kissed her belly down low, nudging her knees apart, eager for my first taste of her center.

I found the knob of her clit first, swallowing the throbbing little bump in my mouth and sucking deep. She gasped, "OH GOD!" and I felt her legs tremble. Guiding her to the bed I laid her down and crawled next to her, pushing my fur into her hip and cupping a breast.

Our first good kiss was next, her tongue and lips demanding for one so inexperienced. She was vocal, moaning and groaning with every new sensation and touch, humping her hips upward to meet my fingers as they explored her. I think she came while I was sucking on her nipples, she was silent for some seconds as she writhed under my mouth, and her puss clamped my fingers.

After that, I teased her by pulling on her labia, stretching them and moving them around to bump her clit hood. I couldn't hold back when she started moaning again and I moved between her legs, licking as I went. Her smell was heaven, a sweet rich odor, heavy on the air and in my nose. I licked, sucked and tongued my way past the hair and outer lips to the center, swallowing everything I could along the way. Pink, coral and dark brown were her colors, depending on where you looked. Fat puffy lips and an engorged clit met my tongue and she squealed as I sucked them in, chewing and nibbling my feast of her most intimate skin.

I heard a hundred sounds, all from her and all fading in and out as she crossed and re-crossed her legs around my head, pulling it closer and closer. She came, pulsing and squirming, squirting something past my chin I couldn't catch and drenching my tongue.

Her tummy muscles were in a knot and her fingertips pressed my forehead, an unspoken touch of joy. Her clit shrank from my touch and she gradually calmed as I sucked the outer lips, cleaning her. I smoothed her hair with one hand and rested my chin on the back of it, gazing into her eyes. My other hand still clutched her butt cheek, so recently tense and now relaxed. Her knees sagged toward the bed and she propped herself up on her elbows, looking at me.

"Is it always like that?" she breathed, inhaling deeply.

"Most times," I replied, crawling up the bed to cuddle and love on her. I kissed her lips and she said "Bree, Bree my love, its never... I never... aahhhh."

"Ssshhhh, Ashlee, it's ok, I understand," I said, holding her as she shook, shivering with the aftermath of orgasm. We drank some more of the wine, touching in the intimate places, caressing each other, discovering where was best. Later, she crawled between my legs and kissed me tentatively, her efforts becoming more confident as she became aware she was making me happy. I came several times, unable to hold back from her eager mouth. I fell asleep with her soft breath on my nipple, huddled close.


That night unleashed us both, and she moved in a few days later. That summer we spent every day we could at the quarry, adding our cries to the other screams of pleasure in the great outdoors.

We've been together two years now, and the sex is still fresh and new every time we make love. The best part is the honesty between us, we talk about anything and everything. Her mother has called a few times, the conversation is usually slow and awkward. Her Dad hasn't spoken to her at all, sometimes I hold her while she cries.

We sit for breakfast each morning in the walled garden at the back of the house, drinking coffee and preparing for our day. I like the morning kisses after our shower the best, she is soft and damp, with her hair loose and wavy. She is nude constantly, she says 'to be available for me anytime'. She is insatiable, capable of multiple orgasms from nearly anything. I taught her how I liked to be sucked and fingered, and when she could tell I needed something in my butt to drive me the last inch to orgasm. Head to toe with a small pink vibrator in her butt is her favorite, usually soaking the sheets with cum as I lick her.

She likes danger and the possibility of discovery, I've made her climax in the restroom at work, her huffs and grunts the only sound she dare make. She says that intensifies her orgasms ten-fold, and I believe her. I love her hands on me, she will move behind me as I wash dishes or fix a meal and stroke my thigh or my ass, whispering 'I love you' in my ear. We go to Barney's each weekend and dance, checking to see who is with who this week, and chatting with our friends.

I always get a giggle from her when I ask if she wants to go shopping with me.



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