Mature Naughty Thoughts
I can imagine them grabbing me. They are large meaty ones. That of a
construction worker, perhaps. On my breasts, grabbing, pulling, gently
twisting. A caressing hand down from my neck across one of my breasts and down
a leg. Back up the inside of a leg and gently across the hair covering my sex.
Just a tease. I like to be teased a little. If I didn’t have panties on, there
might well be a wet stain on my skirt!
What’s he watching. My breasts. I don’t even know this guy. But I guess that is
what is so exciting. If I did I probably never think twice. Look at him — he’s
staring. Why does that have to be part of the ritual? I could flaunt them, I
suppose. I don’t have much, but I’m fit and trim. Would he like that? Would I
like that?
I try putting a little more shoulder in it. Looking around, it’s not hard to
find a roll model. Over there is a rather full bodied blond. Look at the size
of those things. She’s drenched in sweat — oh, so am I. How about that sweat
after lovemaking. To run my hand across his chest. Hair all damp. That sex
smell rising from between our bodies. Smell of the body after a climax changes.
I love taking deep breaths after lovemaking with Rip. Makes my whole body
tingle. Wonder what other women smell like. Humph! Wonder what she smells
like! She dips her shoulder, and pushes our her chest, pulls the other back.
Wow! That is quite a move. Let me try.