Simply Sex (Sex Story)
The black material fell from her shoulders to the floor, leaving her bare to just above her breasts. She looked at him with a burning lust in her eyes and fell onto his lips. His hands were round behind her, unzipping the black velvety dress. It fell down around her ankles, baring her breasts to him. Her body was smooth and beautiful, the legs encased in black stockings connected by threads to her black knickers. Her legs were pressed tightly together, emphasising the triangle of dark at her lower abdomen. He turned her with his body and pushed her back onto the bed. Her breasts bounced when she hit the cover and then fell out sideways slightly, the brown nipples staring up at the ceiling above them. He retreated a step and then calmly took off his tie; his shirt; his trousers; his underpants until he was naked before her. She watched him, looking down between the swellings of her breasts and the area above the pubic bone.
Her arms were splayed outwards, wide over all the bed, the arms themselves smooth, long and curved. Hands and fingers were long and thin, ending in painted nails of a deep red. Each armpit was shaven and treated with cream, leaving it smooth and clean, unsullied by coarse stubble. Her face was quite small, the small rosebud mouth partly open as she drew breath. Hair spread out on the bedding behind her, as if she had arranged it there. Her breasts were large and quite loose, so they moved on her chest whenever she breathed. Nipples were like tiny brown peaks on the mountain of each breast. The smooth skin was covered in a downy hair, soft to the touch and almost completely invisible. Over the stomach, flat, firm but not obviously muscled, the silhouette curved in at the abdomen. Past the belly button, hips began to widen out to shoulder-width in a long, smooth curve. The skin remained soft and smooth, lightly browned by tan, but without any obvious tan lines. The piece of cloth at her groin, hemmed in lace and made of the deepest black material, almost of a silk quality. Each layer transparent but there were enough to obscure almost everything from view; leaving just a faint outline of what lay behind. Legs, extending from out of this triangular shape, bent at the knees over the edge of the bed but still held instinctively together as she waited with some trepidation for the him to make his move. Encased in thin black stockings fastened to the knicker-hem, casting a grey-brown hue over her lower limbs. The thighs were large; long and wide with solidness rather than fat. The feet, small and bedecked with nails of the same deep red. Small, kissable feet, encased in black nylon resting slightly off the floor. She knew she was beautiful, and, with uncharacteristic forwardness, breathed deeply in and then out, combined with a roll of the shoulders, and her breasts rolled in great, loose circles around her chest. His semi-erect penis jerked upwards as her motions aroused his reproductive instincts. Read the rest of this entry »
