RoyceConnors
Peaceful Hedonist
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I was dumbfounded by his statement and returned,
"What?"
He laughed sarcastically at me and replied,
"The second you walked in here, you had, 'I have a problem with a woman', written all over your mug. You know I hate those kind of problems."
"Fuck you, Kev. How the hell do you know that?" I said back, shocked it was so evident on my face.
"Pete, I like ya man, and you know why I never ask you to poker nights right? You have more tells than that poor bastard William. What makes you think after twenty eight years standing here, I haven't observed enough guys coming in with that same dumb-ass look on their faces and figured out it was a woman behind it?" his reply assured me of his credentials, in knowing what he was talking about.
"No wonder you're a bachelor, Kev, No woman could handle being picked apart like this. They love their mystery too much." I looked at him smiling, in awe of his ability.
"You got it. I like it that way. So, she must be a total hottie, right? Blew you away with her...ah…credentials, shall we say? Give me the low down on her."
"Fuck, Kev, awesome, totally awesome. I mean, she just exuded sexuality all over the place. I swear, the other three I was to meet with right after, could sense it too. I had two more, but I said 'Fuck it' and came here. I can't get her out of my head. Everything she did, from smoothing her skirt, or touching her hair, became a turn-on. Talk about making some wood. I was sitting there, imagining her doing me and then me fucking her over the desk and saying, 'Yes, Ms. Simpson, you have the position.'"
"What did she look like? You can stroke it off later in the washroom with the details of your seduction."
"Blow me, Kevin, I'm telling you straight up, a ten plus. She's at least five-seven or so, give or take, she wore these killer heels that made her six feet at least. Her eyes were green, like you wouldn't believe. I have no idea if they're real or tinted lenses, but the look in them was incredible. Her lips had cock-sucker written all over them, I swear. Nice full, almost pouting ones, I was imagining it as she talked to me, that they were sliding over my cock."
"Alright, keep it under control. What else? body? legs? hands?"
"Oh, her hands, were amazing. When I shook her hand, it was warm and soft, but I could feel the strength in it. Her skin was clear and smooth and the nails were real and manicured to rounded points. Painted a dark, pink colour to go with her lipstick. Her hair was incredible. For sure she's a strawberry blonde too. Her eyebrows were the same shade as her hair, so I bet that little patch is the same too, that's sweet."
"Yeah, I love a real redhead with a strip of fur the same. But strawberry, now that's tasty, Go on."
I could see Kevin was starting to like the looks of her too.
"Her body, oh fuck me Jesus, Kevin, she's God-sent. Her tits are a C or more easy. Beautiful, big, round ones. I can only imagine what they're like to hold, but from where I was sitting, they were a good handful and more. She had on this top you could see through, and I could see what her bra was holding up. Holy fuck, Kev, they were perfect. And then, she got up to go and I thought I was going to blow a load in my pants. She has the most nicely shaped ass and hips. And she had that twitch in them when she walked. I know how you like that."
I had finished my drinks and comparing notes on what a beauty she was with Kevin and made my way home, still locked on her and unable to make a decision on what I should do about her.
I turned the lock and found it was open, catching my attention. What hit me next was that familiar scent. I knew it in my head without question, but couldn't place the woman wearing it just yet. I slowly opened the door to see the desk lamp on, the shade pulled low, casting only a swath of light over a pair of legs. I went for the light switch to put some real light on who it was, when she spoke.
"No, leave them off, Mr. Carmichael."
It was her. Destiny Simpson. How the hell did she get in my apartment, I slammed into my thoughts. I wasn't completely concerned, considering what I was now looking at. Long, smooth legs, bare skinned, one poised on the ball of her foot, the other seductively draped over it. I could see up to her waist in the light shining on her, she had something white and barely there looking on. I couldn't decide to speak and ask what the hell was going on, or wait for her to do something else.
I saw her hand move and re-position the shade, so the light moved up her body. The mounded beauties I had seen earlier, were now spilling from the half cups her outfit had. Her hair was free now too, draping over her shoulders and curling around her breasts. I struggled to see her face, but my eyes couldn't adjust to the light well enough.
She was practised at this. She had to be. She played the light so well and knew how to use her body to seduce me. I didn't move from my spot for eternity, captivated by her and what she was providing for me. I closed the door and waited for her next move, not feeling too threatened by a woman in lingerie trying to seduce me. I broke my silence and asked the question.
"What?"
He laughed sarcastically at me and replied,
"The second you walked in here, you had, 'I have a problem with a woman', written all over your mug. You know I hate those kind of problems."
"Fuck you, Kev. How the hell do you know that?" I said back, shocked it was so evident on my face.
"Pete, I like ya man, and you know why I never ask you to poker nights right? You have more tells than that poor bastard William. What makes you think after twenty eight years standing here, I haven't observed enough guys coming in with that same dumb-ass look on their faces and figured out it was a woman behind it?" his reply assured me of his credentials, in knowing what he was talking about.
"No wonder you're a bachelor, Kev, No woman could handle being picked apart like this. They love their mystery too much." I looked at him smiling, in awe of his ability.
"You got it. I like it that way. So, she must be a total hottie, right? Blew you away with her...ah…credentials, shall we say? Give me the low down on her."
"Fuck, Kev, awesome, totally awesome. I mean, she just exuded sexuality all over the place. I swear, the other three I was to meet with right after, could sense it too. I had two more, but I said 'Fuck it' and came here. I can't get her out of my head. Everything she did, from smoothing her skirt, or touching her hair, became a turn-on. Talk about making some wood. I was sitting there, imagining her doing me and then me fucking her over the desk and saying, 'Yes, Ms. Simpson, you have the position.'"
"What did she look like? You can stroke it off later in the washroom with the details of your seduction."
"Blow me, Kevin, I'm telling you straight up, a ten plus. She's at least five-seven or so, give or take, she wore these killer heels that made her six feet at least. Her eyes were green, like you wouldn't believe. I have no idea if they're real or tinted lenses, but the look in them was incredible. Her lips had cock-sucker written all over them, I swear. Nice full, almost pouting ones, I was imagining it as she talked to me, that they were sliding over my cock."
"Alright, keep it under control. What else? body? legs? hands?"
"Oh, her hands, were amazing. When I shook her hand, it was warm and soft, but I could feel the strength in it. Her skin was clear and smooth and the nails were real and manicured to rounded points. Painted a dark, pink colour to go with her lipstick. Her hair was incredible. For sure she's a strawberry blonde too. Her eyebrows were the same shade as her hair, so I bet that little patch is the same too, that's sweet."
"Yeah, I love a real redhead with a strip of fur the same. But strawberry, now that's tasty, Go on."
I could see Kevin was starting to like the looks of her too.
"Her body, oh fuck me Jesus, Kevin, she's God-sent. Her tits are a C or more easy. Beautiful, big, round ones. I can only imagine what they're like to hold, but from where I was sitting, they were a good handful and more. She had on this top you could see through, and I could see what her bra was holding up. Holy fuck, Kev, they were perfect. And then, she got up to go and I thought I was going to blow a load in my pants. She has the most nicely shaped ass and hips. And she had that twitch in them when she walked. I know how you like that."
I had finished my drinks and comparing notes on what a beauty she was with Kevin and made my way home, still locked on her and unable to make a decision on what I should do about her.
I turned the lock and found it was open, catching my attention. What hit me next was that familiar scent. I knew it in my head without question, but couldn't place the woman wearing it just yet. I slowly opened the door to see the desk lamp on, the shade pulled low, casting only a swath of light over a pair of legs. I went for the light switch to put some real light on who it was, when she spoke.
"No, leave them off, Mr. Carmichael."
It was her. Destiny Simpson. How the hell did she get in my apartment, I slammed into my thoughts. I wasn't completely concerned, considering what I was now looking at. Long, smooth legs, bare skinned, one poised on the ball of her foot, the other seductively draped over it. I could see up to her waist in the light shining on her, she had something white and barely there looking on. I couldn't decide to speak and ask what the hell was going on, or wait for her to do something else.
I saw her hand move and re-position the shade, so the light moved up her body. The mounded beauties I had seen earlier, were now spilling from the half cups her outfit had. Her hair was free now too, draping over her shoulders and curling around her breasts. I struggled to see her face, but my eyes couldn't adjust to the light well enough.
She was practised at this. She had to be. She played the light so well and knew how to use her body to seduce me. I didn't move from my spot for eternity, captivated by her and what she was providing for me. I closed the door and waited for her next move, not feeling too threatened by a woman in lingerie trying to seduce me. I broke my silence and asked the question.
Nice way to start the day 
