Page 6 of Dizzy

“You’re gonna stay right there?”

“I’m gonna do whatever you want.”

She narrows her eyes, weighin’ me up, and then she seems to make a decision and her lips curve. She’s gettin’ a little confident, arching her back, and resting a hand on her hip. She’s slim, but her waist nips in, and she’s got that womanly figure.

“Like what you see?” she asks.

“Hell yes.”

There’s a bush between her thighs, as dark as the hair on her head, beaded with droplets from her shower. Haven’t seen that in a long time. Sharon and the dancers at the club keep it waxed. Reminds me of the chicks in the porno mags the old-timers keep in a crate by the jukebox. I like it.

“So, what do you want me to do?” She tries a new pose, sticking her ass out.

My cock begs to be touched. What I’d give for her to come over here and go to her knees, suck me with that sassy mouth. But she’s skittish. I don’t want to scare her off.

“Show me more, baby.”

Her forehead furrows. Her arms fall to her sides. She’s at a loss.

Yeah, she’s bold, but I don’t think she does this on the regular.

“Turn around.”

She raises an eyebrow. I raise one back. She stiffens her spine and turns.

She’s got a juicy, heart-shaped ass. My mouth waters. I want to take a bite. I’ve always been an ass man, and hers is exquisite. Enough heft so it’ll jiggle when you slap it, but firm. Taut. Perfect handfuls.

“Go to that bureau. Bend over it.” My breath is coming quick. My forehead’s broken out in sweat.

“You got a jacket?” Her chin lifts.

“A jacket?”

“You want me to bend over, that’ll cost a jacket.”

“Yeah. I got one around here somewhere.” She wants a coat? I’ll buy her a coat. Fur. Leather. Whatever. I want to see that ass spread wide. Damn, it’s been so long since I wanted anything but a fuckin’ nap.

Her gaze darts around the room. “You sure?”

“Yes, baby. Go bend over that bureau.”

She gnaws the inside of her cheek, staring past me at the wall. She’s thinkin’. Please Lord don’t let her think better of this.

Finally, she seems to come to decision and flashes me another adorably askew grin.

“Like this?” She pads over to the bureau, folds at the waist, and looks at me over her shoulder, tossin’ her wet hair so droplets splatter on the wood.

I can see her sweet titties dangle in the dull mirror. Oh, yeah. Blood’s pulsing to my cock. My body primes. It takes every inch of my self-control to stay where I am, hands at my side.

“Widen your stance.”

She carefully lowers to her forearms and inches her legs apart.

“Arch your back.”

There it is. I groan. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Her pussy lips spread, and I can see her slick, pink folds. She’s creamed herself, and her clit has popped from its hood. Her shoulders are rising and falling, but not so quickly as mine.

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