Yes, she was aware of her body and took care of herself as far as diet and exercise was concerned but she had never been obsessed with it. She was happy enough with her 36C breasts; her waist was quite trim, tummy flat and although she could perhaps afford to lose a couple of inches from her bottom, if you believed the beauty magazines, she had no intention of letting it become a preoccupation with her. Sandy never complained about her body, he always got a stiffy when he saw her naked, so why should she see fault with it.
Other men too seemed to like it. Past boyfriends complimented her on it and she remembered a couple of work colleagues in her last job who were always staring at her bottom. And there was also Al. Al had been round a few times since they had moved in. The first time was to show them around again and make sure they knew where the utilities points were. He had also happened to be passing when their boxes of personal belongings arrived and he helped Sandy with the lifting of them. He had also called round the day before at her request. The new dishwasher could not be plumbed in because of faulty fittings and he had sorted it out.
With each visit he had stripped her naked with his eyes but yesterday he had physically shown his excitement; there was a distinct bulge in his trousers, a bulge that far outgrew anything that Sandy could produce. He had caught her staring at him as she stood by his side while he worked away with the plumbing connections. He looked flustered as he looked her in the eye momentarily.
Judy dropped her hand from her breast to her groin. Her shaved mound was prominent and she looked at its reflection admiringly. Unlike some women she had seen, her cunt lips were almost closed. She did not have protruding labia petals like some girls she knew. Her fingers strayed to the furrow between her pussy lips and she gently opened them. Then she wondered what Al would do if he were here now.
She wondered what he would do to her if he were to walk into the bedroom right at that moment. How long would it be before his pants were off? How long would he take to hold her in his arms and kiss her? Would he kiss her? Would he even waste time kissing her? She imagined that he would be in too much in a hurry for any foreplay.
Al’s lust was strong yesterday. It was not just his bulge that showed it, it was also his eyes. There was hunger in them; there was fire in them; there was an unquenchable lust in them. In her mind she could almost feel his hands gripping her arms and pushing her backwards towards the four poster bed; his cock pressing against her belly. She felt the backs of her thighs pressing against the edge of the bed and then came the shove; a shove that would force her backwards onto the bed and bring her legs rising into the air. Al’s hands would automatically catch her ankles; she would be at his mercy now. He would raise her legs high and spread them wide.
Would he bother with any romantic formalities at this juncture? Of course not. He would be pressing the bulbous head of his huge cock against her cunt lips. He would look her in the eye though; there would be no look of lust however, there was no need for it. He would just smile; smile at her as he pushed forward; smile as he relished his moment of conquest.
Judy momentarily remembered a boyfriend that used to look at her when he fucked her. All other men she had known had closed their eyes when they fucked. She imagined that Al would be like him; he would look her in the eye as he pounded her bottom into the bedding; look at her to see every reaction on her face as he thrust harder and deeper into her; look at her to see every emotion that crossed her face as he thrust faster and faster; look at her to see the joy in her eyes as she received his seed.
Judy swore as reality overtook her fantasising. Her fingers were wet from her involuntary masturbating. She did move backwards; back to the bed behind her. She swore again as she felt the edge of the bed. It was the room. “This fucking room.” She swore.
She had been like a bitch on heat ever since they had made it their bedroom. Judy just couldn’t seem to stop masturbating. Two days ago she had actually masturbated six times; yesterday it had been four times and she had already masturbated once that morning before showering. She lay back in the middle of the bed and began working her clitty with her finger. There were men holding her down; two men pinning her by the arms and two men standing either side of the bed holding her legs in the air by the ankles. They were all naked; all with large thick cocks; all with large testicle sacs heavy with seed; all waiting to take their turn with her; waiting for the man who was between her legs and fucking her to finish.