Michaela’s Body

Oh Michaela, such a sweet and kind soul. Always amusing, so playful, always the life of the party. She's beautiful, just so damn beautiful, and with her unique body she selflessly lets her body be the party.

She has been one of my besties for a few years now. While I've known of her for years, I think it was working at the same restaurant that finally put us closer together. Me and my friend and fellow coworker Taylor were talking to Michaela about work drama and gossip, Tay casually stroked Michaela’s cock, sharing laughs, deep stories, and having a good time. The conversations rambled on about awful customers that don't tip, horrible work schedules, giggling at Michaela's frequent clenching toes, and unfair school teachers.

We had just beached our canoes along a grassy, muddy riverbank that appeared fitting for the likes of us eight. It was about mid-day and with the typical summer rain showers gone in exchange for some generous cloud cover, a little respite was just what we needed to refuel our hunger, thirst, and entertainment needs, so all things considered the party was just getting started.

Tay eyed my attention to her clasped grip, giving her fist two gentle squeezes as if making me an offer. We exchanged grips without interruption as the three of us continued chatting. It's amazing how soft and full she actually felt. Considering Taylor warmed her up for the last 10 minutes, it was a nice feeling holding it in its semi-limp state. Being my first time, I didn't want to disrupt the momentum Tay was building so I took a half step forward and continued working it as I made small talk asking Michaela how Mariam (Michaela's mother) was doing. Funny, I could feel her body temperature rise in the palm of my hand, Michaela side-eyed across the bank as she rambled about the latest mother/daughter drama. I sensed her tension she had toward the thought of her mother given by a single stern flex within my grip, I felt it only justified I do anything but stop. I glanced down in response noticing just how bold in color her tan skin was, the richness of the rosey-purplish hue was presented with a sheen that glistened under the peeking sunlight. The contrast between skin tones was one thing, but the complexion between my crinkled grip and her shining smooth stud standing firm yet soft was simply delightful, it made me smile.

So to was Michaela's frustration uplifted by a cheeky chuckle as her body wiggled about "hehe, that tickles", I sparked up at her, feeling embarrassed thinking I did something wrong. "Hold still just a minute" came another voice. One of her friends instructed from behind Michaela; the smell of permanent marker made it clear something was being written down across her back... or butt as I could tell by her friends eyes and grip around Michaela's waist. "Ohhhh yay, good idea getting the game going again" chirped an applauding Taylor peeking down Michaela's bare backside. Completely dismissing our conversation, Michaela, tickled by the hands and markers down below her spine, turned her head to the side to engage with them both about "the game" everyone was now talking about. Being my first time I listened in, not letting up from my steady stroking of course, eyeing Michaela's chest that now shimmered in the light with her head to the side. Slightly dampened by the moist air, her nipples remained hard and refined by a wet sheen. They looked so firm and soft and fun to play with, and that's when I conveniently noticed a small black smudge on her chest. An easy excuse to casually wipe that off.