“Oh, yesssss,” she sighed. “Diane has a much more intimate sound to it. It’s like… like honey on my tongue.” I could faintly hear her whisper my name half a dozen times. “So, Diane, how shall we go about getting me properly undressed?”
I didn’t trust my own fingers to work properly and Chantel’s fingers were already fiddling with first time anal the small pearl buttons of her skimpy sweater. “Why don’t you unveil as much, or as little of yourself as you’re comfortable with, dear,” I offered. This way, if she wound up stark naked, it would be her choice, without any overt coercions on my part.
With practiced fingers, the three buttons straining to keep Chantel’s sweater closed were popped through the holes and the tight cashmere wrapper burst open like a kernel of popped corn. Her youthful breasts were absolute perfection—identically symmetrical, somewhat larger than my own, but not by much, capped by brown areolas the size of half dollars—and her perky, upturned nipples, the way they appeared so hard first time anal and yet succulent in the soft glow of the bed lamps, was an image that would be etched in my mind forever.
She shrugged the sweater off her shoulders and let it flutter to the floor, then hooked
first time anal her thumbs inside the waistband of her micro-mini and pushed what was hardly more than a wide dish towel down over her slim hips. She stepped back a bit into shadow and proceeded to make quite a show out of disrobing for my benefit; going about getting out of her skirt teasingly, little more than an inch of
first time anal the skirt was lowered with every expectant breath I managed to take. When the top of the skirt was just past her pubis, she turned around, bent over, and slowly pushed it down her long legs
first time anal until her hands were resting perfectly flat on her insteps.
She allowed me a few precious seconds to gaze at her perfect ass, then slowly stood up. I could see in the soft light that she had a small tattoo (about the size of a quarter) on her right shoulder blade—a colorful butterfly.
She was nude for me now, but not entirely naked. Chantel still had on her platform heels and, if the
first time anal slim band around her waist and the cord that disappeared between her taunt buttocks were any indication, she was wearing a white thong. With a seductive smile over her shoulder at me, she slipped off the heels then reached up and undid the barrette holding her hair in place. Unsecured, her raven hair cascaded down back, stopping just short of her buttocks. It was so thick and luxurious, she looked like she was wearing a black cape. It made her even more alluring, more desirable.
Chantel shook her head, giving her long, flowing hair that wild and free look. She removed an elegant gold watch from her right
first time anal wrist, twisted a black star sapphire ring off her left ring finger and set them both on the nightstand and with an animal glint in her eyes, she crawled onto the bed like stalking cat in the wilds. Then she was beside me, and then she was crouched over me with my trembling body being bracket by her two
first time anal extended arms. I was securely captured and hers to devour. “If you want me
first time anal unveiled
first time anal any further, Diane,” she purred, “you’ll have to do it yourself.”
Oh, I wanted Chantel unveiled all they way, and I would gladly do it myself, but in due time. Someone as wantonly delectable as Chantel deserved to be enjoyed like expensive brandy; she should be properly warmed, her unique fragrance had to be deeply inhaled, the exquisite taste of her would demand that it be savored on the tongue for several long moments, before she could be gobbled up. “Kiss me again, Chantel,” was all I could think of to say, all that I wanted to happen between us… for the moment.
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