Page 41 of Southern Comfort
“They sparkle with jeweled straps.”
“Oh fuck me.”
“I want to, Landon.”
“Do you have a full-length mirror there?”
“Yes.”
“Go stand naked in front of it.”
I kick Barney off the bed, throw the blanket and sheets back and grab my dick. I start stroking. Slowly.
“Oh, baby. Let me see your body. Describe it.”
“I will if you touch yourself while I do.”
“I am. Fuck. I’m hard already. Just imagining you.”
“My skin is soft. Let’s start there. Thinking about your hands on me is what I do every day.”
“I can hardly wait.” The desire in my voice is obvious.
“My breasts.”
“Tell me. And go slow.”
She giggles. “Well, they might be my best feature.”
“Oh shit.”
“They aren’t the biggest, but I think they are beautiful. My nipples are sensitive. Last night they got hard just thinking of your cock. How hard I will make it.”
Oh fucuuuuuck! I stroke harder. She knows talking is all we can do right now, so she continues with the excellent tease.
“My ass you say? Oh, I pretty much hated the size when I was a teenager. It was too much in my adolescent idea of sexy. Let me turn around and look at it in the mirror.”
“Oh yeah. Do that.”
“My idea of beauty has changed over the years. Now I think it’s just the right size. See it shake?”
“I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“Shall I bend over and you can take me from behind?”
Barney is looking at me like I am a pervert. He doesn’t want to be witness to the perversion, so he walks out of the room. The whacking continues.
“Talk to me about your pussy. Is it wet yet?”
“Landon?”
“Yes?”
“Every night since we met, it has been wet. Sometimes it happens during the day. I masturbate thinking about sucking you.”
The vision of her masturbating and the thought of her blowing me is more desire than I can take. My hand’s firm grip pounds the orgasm from the depths of me.
“I’m gonna come!”
