Don Abdul ©2009
Danielle is very pretty woman, she knows she could have her pick not only of men but also beautiful women should she decide to swing that way. She however dreads having to keep her affair with another woman secret. She realises that every woman has a secret, and although she has never had an affair since she got married, her mind is already burdened with a secret of her own, a very closely guarded secret she has never ever shared, not even with her closest girlfriend.
He stands at 5’10’’ tall and has the muscular physique of an athlete. His blue eyes, bushy eye brows and strong stubborn jaw line in tune with his medium sized broken nose. All rough features tempered by his full lips, which at once break into a disarming smile, showing a row of perfect teeth. The warmth of his smile jumps through the chasm between them, hitting her right in the heart of her sex, and making her so wet, and breathless.
As she holds his gaze, he starts to move towards her, every muscle in his hard male body rippling with each step he takes. Her peripheral vision catches a glimpse of his naked thighs. Suddenly her heart starts to thump heavily and faster, as panic takes hold of her as he gets even closer, reducing the distance between them. Oh, my God she thinks to herself…
What should I do? How should I do it? Would he find me worthy? Could I possibly find and tame the animal lurking within him?
She panics because although he is always in her wet dreams, he has never dared to this close before, preferring to watch her from a distance, masturbating, pleasuring herself, blowing her kisses, and caressing her smooth sexy skin with his eyes. Now as her nipples stand fully erect, and the wetness of her womanhood drips down the inside of her thighs, he flashes his disturbingly familiar smile and her heart thumps so loud its threatening to deafen her.
He is now so close she could feel his body heat. Her previous inhibitions, and moral dilemma, her fear of scandal, and shame and burden of her secret hunger for him all melt away under the intensity of her craving for his virile male flesh. As she reaches out to touch and posses him, the annoying chimes of the doorbell interrupts her daydream.
Her eyes fly open, yet it takes her a while to collect her thoughts and recall where she really is.
She hurries the bathroom, leaving behind her luxuriant bubble bath, a glass of red wine and sweet classical melody filtering through on the hi-fi stereo nearby. She opens the door and standing there on the porch is the same man she had just seen in her dream. Her eyes almost popping out of her head in surprise.
Instead of flashing her one of his trademark disarming smile however, he is wearing a bewildered look. His strong jaw is hanging open; his sexy blue eyes are wide with shock, as he looks her naked flesh over.
Even at 39, Danielle is a very beautiful and sexy woman; her short honey coloured hair framing her beautiful face perfectly, highlighting the sexiness in her eyes. Both her pointed nose and her sensual mouth combine with soft luscious lips to give her face an erotic depth that hold her audience spell bound.
His eyes roam over her sexy round and perky breasts. Her pink pointed nipples rock hard as though advertising her readiness to accept and bestow steamy sexual favours. Although the fat deposits of her years are visible, the gods of beauty seem to favour her more than most others. The layers of fat are all deposited in the right places, and in quantities that flatter rather than barter her very sexy features.
Her hips flare out and her tummy is almost completely flat. Her ass is so voluptuous and her gorgeous hips taper into a pair of silken thighs, and strong sexy legs.
The intensity of his shock tickled something wild inside of her, and she quickly overcomes her initial shock at seeing him standing on her doorstep in the flesh.
Hey, Stevie! She flashes him a heart-warming smile of her own, and makes a comical attempt to cover her pubis, and her breasts with her hands whilst standing aside to let him in. You best come in unless you want us to both freeze to death, she laughs seductively.
He enters the house, without uttering a single word. Once the door is closed and locked, she turns to him and gives him a big hug, kissing him on the cheeks. She holds onto him for quite a while until she feels his erect manhood poking her groin. She slides her hands from his broad shoulders to his huge arms and steps back to inspect the aggressive bulge.
Mmm, what do we have here Stevie? His embarrassment over his lack of penile control is evident in his blush. She just stands back and smiles wickedly while gesturing for him to take off and hand his coat over to her, which he did with mumbled apology.
Dropping the coat in a nearby chair, she takes his hand and leads him over to the sofa. She pushes him playfully into a sitting position and then she turns and walks seductively to the bar to mix him a stiff drink. Handing him the drink, she looks deep into his eyes, and says to him, I will be back, then she turns and walks away ass swinging towards the bedroom.
When she returns, she appears in her Victoria’s secret lingerie of sheer black lace, so transparent and so short she might as well not have worn anything at all. The scanty cover it affords her sexy well-sculpted body only serves to heighten the senses of her audience. From what she can see, neither the drink nor the interregnum of her trip to the bedroom has mellowed his raging erection.
He looks up at her, quickly noticing that she is holding something behind her. She walks with deliberate steps towards him with her lingerie open at the front, and through the open front, he smells the sweet musky aroma of her sex. His eyes trained on her mat of soft downy honey coloured pubic hair, which now glisten with what he presumed to be her juice. His eyes follow the stray rivulet of juice that has dripped down the inside of her thighs, and he can see that the drip is actually work in progress, as the trail looks very fresh and recent.
As if to explain what she had been doing in while she was gone, she reveals the object she has been hiding behind her.