The Bedroom

I leaned against the doorsill as she let the towel fall from her hips. Her long, slender legs turned into a beautifully rounded ass, the kind you usually only see on Latinos, and traveled up to a delicate curve of the back. She slowly pulled the knot at the back of the bikini, and let it fall forward. I puffed appreciatively at the elegant curves of her. She turned and I nearly burned my fingers on the match when I saw her hourglass body. Heavy breasts, firm, with big soft pink nipples crowning them stood from her chest. Her waist tapered and then bowed back out into round hips. She was smoothly shaven, just like her girlfriend. Her dark, pouty lips glistened and her eyes shown like fine, wet marbles in her divine face.

"Dames." I said, flicking some ash from Lucky. She slowly insinuated herself over to me. I felt her ample breasts crush against my chest and her mouth slowly kiss my neck. Her hand slid over my stomach and down the front of my trousers. I grabbed her by the lower back and crushed her body to mine. She let out a gasp, and raised her face to mine, lips parted slightly, eyes half closed, hips slowly grinding forward, beckoning me. I kissed her, deep and long and hard. My hands gripped her so tight she squealed, but she kept kissing me back, her body pressing itself onto me desperately. I felt suspended in time, her tongue and mine fighting like Michael and Lucifer and there was no winner or loser in this Eden.

I pulled my head back, and pushed her away gently. "The photographs, Mrs Tanner." I said, turning my head. I couldn't look at her and keep a clear head. She was too beautiful, too perfect. She made an exasperated sigh, and rapidly went to the drawer. I heard it slide open, some rustling, and then silence. I looked back over at her. She was lying on the bed, one leg flat on the covers, the other bent at the knee so I could see the glistening wetness of her cunt. She held three photographs in her right hand, which she put behind her head as her left slid down her smooth stomach to the rise of hips, stroking the smooth hipbone, that erotic ridge that overlooked the Isle of Avalon.

"You want these, you son of a bitch? Then you take them." she snarled at me, sliding her fingers between her glistening lips, dipping two of them in to the knuckle, and biting her lip.