Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Shhh,” I say while shutting the door as the overhead bulb goes off on its own. “They’ll go away if they don’t know we’re here.”
She nods, and we’re silent in the small space, so close that I can almost hear her breathing. In fact, I can feel one big breast brushing lightly against the back of my bicep and my body goes hard again. The intoxicating fragrance of her perfume inflames my senses, this time mixed with the enticing smell of her personal female musk. Holy fuck, she’s soft, sweet, and one hundred percent fuckable now that we’re locked in a small closet together.
We breathe together, her inhales becoming my exhales, while listening to the intruder below. Sure enough, a key rustles in the lock, and then the door opens as someone calls out, “Hello? Anybody home?”
“It must be another potential buyer,” the blonde whispers. “Or maybe a realtor. We’ve been getting a lot of those recently.”
“Maybe,” I rasp in the small space. “Let’s see if they go away.”
For what feels like hours but is likely only minutes, the intruder wanders about the home, opening doors, peeking into rooms, and even flushing toilets. Obviously, he’s here to see the house and is testing its bones. But finally, the visitor departs and we hear the door close before the latch snaps back into place. Both of us visibly relax, letting out exhales of relief.
“Finally,” she murmurs with a sparkle in those cornflower blue eyes. “They were here forever!”
“I know,” I rasp in agreement. “What the fuck were they looking at for so long?”
She giggles a bit breathily in the small space.
“Hey, Lakeview is a big house. It takes a while to see everything, and I half expected him to take out the trash by the time he was done.”
I merely grunt while edging closer to the voluptuous female in the small space.
“Well, let’s continue our tour, shall we? Do you want to give me an overview of this linen closet?”
She lets out a half-laugh, blue eyes sparkling.
“What do you mean?” she whispers. “It’s clear what this is. There are towels and sheets on this side, as well as a mop and a bucket—”
But she never gets a chance to finish her sentence because my mouth comes down, seeking hers with passion. I’m gentle at first, careful not to overwhelm the young woman, but then demanding, pressing into her mouth while one big hand goes up to circle her narrow waist.
“Mmm,” she moans against my lips, shifting in my arms to give me the best angle. Her big breasts are flattened against my chest and I rasp deep in my throat, the huge club of my cock pressing into her soft belly.
“Are you ready for it?” I rasp. “Can I enjoy you, right here, right now?”
Of course, I’m not even sure why I’m asking because I’m not a man who generally asks permission first. Still, she’s the lady of the house and I’m ravishing her inside a broom closet. Why don’t we use a bedroom? Why don’t I take the time to hoist her into my arms and stumble into the nearest suite? But the young woman has inflamed my senses, and my desire is urgent. I tilt her head to get her at the angle that I want, and sweep my tongue into her mouth again, savoring her sweetness.
“Oh!” she gasps, breathing hard. “Mmmm!”
By now, I’ve slipped the fabric at the top of her gown aside, revealing her ivory breasts and they’re gorgeous. In the low light, they resemble enormous scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with stiff pink cherries, and I bend my head to lick a nipple before drawing it into my mouth.
“Mmm!” she moans again, tilting her head back with ecstasy while running fingers through my hair. Hungrily, I press both of her breasts together and suckle at both of her nipples at once, enjoying the sensitive flesh as she trembles beneath my mouth.
“Unnnh!” she whisper-screams. “It feels so good!”
“You taste amazing, sweetheart,” I rasp as twin jolts of electricity go straight from her nips to her cunt. “Unbelievably sweet.”
Then, I stand, but the young woman knows what she likes and decides to tease me. With a coy look, she cups her big breasts in her palms and lifts one to her mouth for a lick, before doing the same with the other.
“Do you like that?” she coos. “Come and have another taste, big boy.”
I lean over, and we take turns licking and sucking at her big breasts while they’re lifted in her small hands. It’s obscene and disgusting, but I love how she has her mind in the gutter. It’s always the most beautiful, innocent women that have X-rated minds, and I love the juxtaposition of her delicate features against the raunchiness of her acts.
But I don’t just want to taste her tits; I want to taste her everywhere. As a result, a big hand goes down to her the slit in her dress, and it’s easy enough to push the material away to reveal a seemingly innocuous pair of white cotton panties. That’s interesting because I’d expect a rich woman to be clad in wisps of lace, but again, it’s the juxtaposition of innocence against debauchery that turns me on.