Fashion Show

I hopped off the bed and strolled over to the suitcase. I picked up the bag and brought it into the bathroom.

"I realized last night, when I was deciding what to wear, that I have all these lingerie that I didn't even get to wear yet. Would you... like a fashion show?"

"You know I can't turn that down," Scott said, emphatically.

"Good." I closed the door and shuffled through my clothes, grabbing out the different sexy garments I had packed and arranging them in some semi-logical order. Then I put on the first one, adjusting the straps and bands, and opened the door. Scott's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"Wow," he said for what seemed like the millionth time that night. I beamed. I was wearing...

"I'm giving you a show... why don't you give me a show?" I motioned my eyes toward Scott's lap. A smirk spread slowly across his lips as he slid his hand underneath the comforter and began pumping it up and down.

"Oh, come on!" I protested. "I want a real show."

Slowly, Scott pulled the comforter down past his stomach, over his lap, and rested it at his knees. His hand was wrapped tightly around his cock - not quite full-strength yet.

"You are so fucking sexy," he groaned as he began sliding his fist up and down his pole in long, smooth strokes. The tip glistened as a drip of precum leaked out.

"I think it's time for the next one." I disappeared back into the bathroom and put on the next set. It was a...

"Jesus," Scott said.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, yea." Scott's pumping picked up in pace. His knees widened a bit. His breath deepened. His jaw was clenched. He was hard. There was no doubt about it. I wanted to jump him but there was one more piece I wanted to show him.

"I've got one more," I said as I closed the bathroom door. I quickly changed into the last piece - ... the show-stopper, though, was the matching, six inch stiletto heels. I looked in the mirror. My normally modest ass - "cute" is the word Scott used - looked like it could don the cover of Sports Illustrated's Swimsuit Edition.

Scott didn't say anything. He didn't need to. No words he could use would be able to say what his face already did. I watched as the head of his cock disappeared into his fist only to spear right back out.

Slowly, I turned around, waving my hips from side-to-side. I pulled my hair up to show off my back... and my ass. Then I bent over and ran my hands from my ankles, up my shins, to my thighs.

When I turned around, Scott was right behind me.

"Oh!" I yelped in surprise as he grabbed me and pulled me into him. My breasts crushed against his chest as his lips crushed against mine. In an instant, our tongues were in each other's mouths. I groaned as he pressed his crotch into me, his hard cock now pressed into my stomach. He instinctively ground it into my belly, smearing precum all over my skin.

I reached behind my back and found the clasp of my bra.

"No," Scott said. His hands interrupted mine. "I want you to keep it on."

There was a hunger in his voice as he said those words, a hunger in his eyes as he looked me up and down, a hunger in his grasp as he pulled me tight to him once again. His hands were all over my body, grabbing my ass, sliding up my sides, cupping my breasts through the thin pads of my bra.

Then I was on the bed. And Scott was inside me. He hadn't even removed my thong. He just pulled the thin slip of fabric to the side and went to town. There was no gradual build up. He just plowed into me with his full length sending my breasts bouncing about on my chest. His pelvis clapped against my thighs.

He slipped his arms under my legs, pushing them toward me, lifting my ass up off the mattress. The new angle was wild. One, two, three clapping thrusts was all it took before I burst into orgasm. I grabbed his face and pulled it into me, smothering him with my lips as I moaned my orgasm down his throat.

He didn't stop.

"Oh, fuck!" I shrieked. I knew Scott. I knew his body. It was nice - better than most - but I'd be lying if I said it was something glorious to behold. But at that moment he looked like a god.

"OH, SCOTT, AHHHHH!!!" I exploded again. Finally, when the last few waves rippled through me, I grabbed Scott and pulled him close.

"Wait,wait," I said, urging him somewhat begrudgingly to slow his efforts. He halted, panting like a dog in heat.