| Author: | Marcus C. Hanlon | ISBN: | 1230002147413 |
| Publisher: | Ars Amatoria Publishing | Publication: | February 8, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Marcus C. Hanlon |
| ISBN: | 1230002147413 |
| Publisher: | Ars Amatoria Publishing |
| Publication: | February 8, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
When I woke up the next morning, my sweetheart was still happy. She had her arms and legs wrapped around her blanket and had her beautiful bare bottom turned to me. Her hair was scattered over the pillow. I got up quietly and slipped out of the bedroom in my pajama pants so as not to wake her. I went to the kitchen and got a fresh glass of grapefruit juice. Our kitchen has a bar open to the living room and I took my glass, sat down on one of the bar stools, and looked out the large living room windows out onto the lawn, bright with the morning sun.
As I sat there, I heard footsteps. Around the corner into the kitchen was a pretty sleepy Michaela. She was wearing a short, bright yellow ribbed shirt that nicely emphasized the shape of her breasts and was otherwise very tight against her body. From the waist down she was naked and I could see her blond pubic hair. She did not notice me, trudged to the sink and leaned under the tap. Her bare butt graced the kitchen as she poured the cool water into her mouth and over her neck. Then she trudged around the bar – still without noticing me – and went through the living room to the large patio windows. There she stopped and blinked out.
The day seemed as beautiful as the last. There was no cloud in the sky and the sun had already warmed up the parquet floor on which she was standing with her bare feet. It was comforting and warm to stand in the morning sun. She warmed her legs and stomach and her spirits began to awaken. Michaela stretched and stretched, ruffling her hair with her hands and finally grabbed her bare buttocks with both hands and kneaded them.
I slid off my stool and walked quietly over to her. My footsteps creaked a bit on the floor and she noticed me, but did not turn around. I approached her from behind and whispered…
(from Sex Party)
When I woke up the next morning, my sweetheart was still happy. She had her arms and legs wrapped around her blanket and had her beautiful bare bottom turned to me. Her hair was scattered over the pillow. I got up quietly and slipped out of the bedroom in my pajama pants so as not to wake her. I went to the kitchen and got a fresh glass of grapefruit juice. Our kitchen has a bar open to the living room and I took my glass, sat down on one of the bar stools, and looked out the large living room windows out onto the lawn, bright with the morning sun.
As I sat there, I heard footsteps. Around the corner into the kitchen was a pretty sleepy Michaela. She was wearing a short, bright yellow ribbed shirt that nicely emphasized the shape of her breasts and was otherwise very tight against her body. From the waist down she was naked and I could see her blond pubic hair. She did not notice me, trudged to the sink and leaned under the tap. Her bare butt graced the kitchen as she poured the cool water into her mouth and over her neck. Then she trudged around the bar – still without noticing me – and went through the living room to the large patio windows. There she stopped and blinked out.
The day seemed as beautiful as the last. There was no cloud in the sky and the sun had already warmed up the parquet floor on which she was standing with her bare feet. It was comforting and warm to stand in the morning sun. She warmed her legs and stomach and her spirits began to awaken. Michaela stretched and stretched, ruffling her hair with her hands and finally grabbed her bare buttocks with both hands and kneaded them.
I slid off my stool and walked quietly over to her. My footsteps creaked a bit on the floor and she noticed me, but did not turn around. I approached her from behind and whispered…
(from Sex Party)
