* I was a deer caught in the headlights when he opened the front door of their house. I'm surprised she didn't text you." "She probably did, but .
Inch by inch, my mind and heart were racing out of control. His hand was now rubbing the silky skin of my upper-inner thighs, perilously close to my swollen sex. I needed him to go further, but I didn't have the confidence or courage to ask him to. Hamilton started at my ankles and worked his way up, alternating legs back and forth as he went. Inch by inch, my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Hamilton heard me―I wanted him to hear me, hear how aroused he was making me feel. Author's note: this is my entry for the 2017 Summer Lovin' contest. Please vote and leave comments if you have the time. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and are eighteen years of age or older. The sight of him always took my breath away, made my heart flutter, and made me feel all tingly inside.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. He had classic movie star good looks, and a lean, toned body to match. " he remarked before sitting down on the wide lounge chair next to me. I was already enjoying it, enjoying his big, strong hands massaging my soft, supple skin. His hands stopped at my lower back, just above my bikini bottoms. Hamilton undid my bikini bottoms and yanked them completely off of me. I soon found out the spot he was referring to when Mr. Did he really just say that, or was it the voices in my head―the horny, demonic voices in my head.