lounging around

"Nah," you say. "I'll just hang out for a bit and let him wake up on his own. You don't mind if I chill here do you?"

"Of course not," she says back. "You can watch some tv with me. I don't really feel like going back to bed."

You follow her inside to the living room and lay out on the couch. Brandy flicks on the boob tube and starts clicking past channels looking for anything decent to watch. It doesnt really matter to you though because your eyes are glued on the scantily clad vixen sitting across from you. The way she is sitting one leg is thrown up over the arm of the chair and the other is just dangling down off the side, leaving you with a wide open view of her crotch. The silky fabric is tight against her cunt and you have a great view of her cameltoe. She seems oblivious to your stares and is gazing attentively at the screen.

Staring at her box you can't help but get an erection, thinking about pounding away at her tight little twat, her screaming your name in that high pitched girlish voice of hers. Your fantasy is almost too much, your cock is solid as a rock, an obvious bulge against the fabric of your jeans.

Brandy begins sniffing at the air with an inquisitive look on her face. "What is that?" she says. "It smells kinda funky in here."

"I don't smell anything. Whatsit smell like?"

"I don't know, it's kinda musky," she says standing up and following her nose around the room. She walks around a bit trying to get a bearing on where its coming from, checking first under her chair, bending over so her ass is pointed right at you. The already short shorts shes wearing climb up her ass cheeks until they are almost entirely visible. "It's not under here," she says.

Standing up she wanders over towards the couch and bends over, taking a whiff. "I think it's you," she says. But you don't really notice, bent over like she is her cleavage is practically in your face.

"Uh, what? Me? why?" you ask.

"Yeah it's you alright. maybe it's that thing in your pocket. What have you got in there? A tube of pringles?" she says looking at your bulge.

"No, I, uh, don't think that's the problem."

"What? Yeah, you've got a bottle of something in your pocket right?" she says, and pokes at your rock hard cock. "What the fuck? Is that your dick?" She takes another whiff and leans over more, almost spilling out of her top, as she squeezes your manhood.