My laciest push-up bra held up my 38C inserts.My laciest push-up bra held up my 38C inserts. My feet sported 4" high heels, and I'd worn my largest gold hoop earrings. I had my usual party-girl makeup, with frosted electric-green eyeshadow, black mascara, tawny blush, and a bright red lipstick which matched my dress. My faux glamour-length fingernails sported a blood-red coat of nail polish. I was affecting a short black cigarette holder at the time, a clever piece of exotica which never failed to catch the attention of those around me. I opened the front door and surprised Randy on the couch with his best friend Adam. They were both naked, Adam on all-fours with Randy's cock deep in his ass. Randy was pumping for all he was worth, a grimace of ecstasy contorting his face. The sound of the door opening surprised him, and he looked up to see me standing there. He stopped with his cock rammed inside Adam and stammered, trying to find some explanation for the scene I'd encountered. "Don't worry yourself, honey, have a good time," I said in my best Tina voice, flouncing into an armchair and propping my legs up over the armrests. The bottom of my dress rose up over my stocking tops, revealing the straps of my garters, and putting the luscious curve of my nylon-sheathed calves into sharp relief against the wall. I took a cigarette, the holder, and my lighter out of my handbag, and set about lighting up. "I'll just enjoy myself over here while I watch you two make love." Adam watched me wide-eyed as I took an absent-minded puff from my cigarette holder and stared at the two of them. "What are you waiting for, Randy darling?" I demanded. "I'll be very upset if I don't see you come." "I didn't know that you lived with a woman," Adam said to Randy, his eyes wide and still riveted to me. I stood up suddenly, cigarette holder clenched between my teeth, and put my hands on my hips in a slinky, coy sort of way. "You want me, don't you?" I asked in a breathy Tina voice. I ran my hands up my body to fondle my faux bosom, teasing my "nipples" with long, scarlet-enameled nails. Randy was still motionless, watching my performance with his jaw hanging down. "You'd better get on with the fucking, Randy," I admonished him. |