Intro to Blake

[graceanne]

Blake propped his feet up on the console in front of him, leaned his chair back. It was his turn for night duty, and he was bored out of his mind. He sure wished that Enson Allen was there, then at least his view could be broken by a nice ass, and nice set of tits. Blake closed his eyes, and imagined having Enson Allen in his quarters, alone. "Marie." he call her by her first name, of course. "Marie." his voice deep, "Take it off." She'd smile, and like the siren she was she'd turn around, and bend over to slowly pull off her boots, wiggling her shapely ass at him. Then she'd stand, and crossing her arms over her chest, she'd pull off her blouse. Once it was off, she'd turn around, her hand coyly over her breast, smile at him, and then release them, so that he could see the hard peaks. Her hands would skim over her tiny waist, and slowly, oh so slowly push them down her shapely legs, to the floor. She'd bend over to take them off, her breasts hanging away from her body, swaying with her movements. She stand up, and smile at him, and enviting smile, her arms held out to welcome her lover.