Exactly as the imaginary her in his fantasy did.Exactly as the imaginary her in his fantasy did. She was on her feet in no time. Grabbing her keys, she popped into the hall and knocked at his door. Frantic sounds came from within, where she knew him to be hiding his masturbation reading material. He tried to keep the sexual images in his mind though. Obviously intending to return to the activity once whoever was at the door left. "Hello?," he said, opening the door, "Oh yes. Hello Mary. What can I do for you?" He was dressed only in cutoff jeans and a Stones t-shirt. His brownish black hair tossled from laying down. He opened the door wider, exposing the sloppily kept apartment. She stepped past him into the room. His thoughts radiated desire for her. She couldn't stop them, she knew the heat rising within her flowed from him. "I, uh, I haven't seen you recently," she said lamely. He'd never seen her like this, he thought. Her hair wet, down across her shoulders, the slinky bathrobe was partially open. A slight touch of her pale tummy was exposed up to the bottoms of her breasts. He closed the door. Her eyes fluttered, breath catching in her throat. "I...," She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his surprised face. Recovering, he pulled him close. Holding her body with his arms nestled along her back. She drove her tongue into his throat, anxious to enjoy the lusty body he imagined for himself. His hands explored her. She could sense the surprised joy inside him, welling up with it herself. His hardening prick pressed against her thigh, and the feeling in his crotch filled her's with moisture. As his fingers entered the slit of the bathrobe, she turned to allow him easier access to her breasts. The nipples responded with every touch as he thought how she must enjoy being handled. His belief she would enjoy rougher treatment led to sharper arousal as he pinched her nipples. He felt certain she loved him secretly, or she wouldn't be throwing herself at him now. |