“Damn, Ken; your cock feels sooooooooo good, you really fill me up. Agh…Agh..Agh… that’s it, keep pounding me babe, keep pounding me”
“Damn girl, you are sooo tight; and I feel…ooooooo, that’s quite a vise grip you’ve got on me.”
“I love clamping down around you, Ken. Now you know why I faithfully do my Kegles. And I looooove feeling your balls slapping against my ass.”
“And the sound of it too, so primal, Kate.”
“And you like watching these big titties bounce as you fuck me, don’t you Ken?”
“Oh Kate, you know it, I sure do. And playing with your strawberry sized nipples…and licking your large bright red areloa. Your tits are so damn sexy.”
“Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh, oh Ken, you feel so incredible, I love you so much. Thank you for being the man of my dreams.”
“Oh Kate, I love you, thank you for being my wife and companion, the mother of our children, such an incredible Proverbs 31 woman. Oh, how I love and adore you.”
“And you love and adore this hairy pussy too.”
“Especially your hot, wet, hairy pussy. I love how it looks as I enter you to the hilt and your pubic hair engulfs mine. I love that lush forest between your legs.”
“Oh Ken…Ken…Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m cumm—I’m cumming…Damn! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhh.”
“Feels….soooooo…damn….goood. I Looooooooove to cum! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
Damn, I love watching our sex videos. We are quite a sexy couple if I do say so myself. Especially when I’m in heat, lol.
But alas, time to get back to work if I’m going to make it to the airport on time. I can’t wait to see Ken later tonight. Yep, I think I’ll surprise him with that one. He loves when I talk dirty like that.
Still have a lot to do, last minute packing, making snacks and final arrangements for the mad dash to the airport. There’s nothing like hard deadlines to help this girl stay on task.
And I’m so worked up now after enjoying our video rom, what better way to accomplish all this than working around the house in the nude. Right?
Why not? Besides, I’m all hot and sweaty now.
Going into the backyard, I watered the plants that were thirsty and took a few minutes to enjoy the luscious sensation of the blazing mid morning sun warming my bare breasts. What a wonderful sensation of the sun’s rays beating done upon my exposed flesh. Too bad I only had 15 minutes for this luxury. I enjoyed the sensation of the sun causing my nipples to harden and its visual effect upon the baby down peach fuzz on my forearms and upper thighs.
Forcing myself away from this bliss, yes I was becoming sexually aroused. (Remind me to write about a favorite summer pastime—laying naked in the sun and bringing myself to orgasm(s) by exploring my nipples and tracing softies on the sides of my breasts—all without touching the hidden treasures buried below…)
Heading back into the house to brush my teeth and shower, the fun started. I always brush my teeth with the electric toothbrush facing our bathroom mirror with my eyes closed. I don’t know why, I’ve always done it that way. After the customary minute or two, upon opening my eyes to pack the toothbrush—I witnessed an unintended erotic site—toothpaste dribble dripping down upon and between my breasts to my peach fuzz tummy. Didn’t even notice until opening my
eyes. It reminded me of the after affects of my dear hubby in the heat of passion, shooting his hot loads over my body. Strands dripping from my breasts down into my lush soft brown pubic hair. Messy.
How could I be so sloppy brushing my teeth?
After a soothing and soapy hot shower (and a little bit of new shower head entertainment), washing and drying my hair, clad only in my birthday suit, freshly applied make-up and AirPods, I walked towards the kitchen to begin preparing snacks for the flight. However, in my earlier haste, I forgot to close the front door to our house after letting our doggie out. It was wide open.
As was the mouth of the handsome Amazon delivery man standing at our front door…
Younger than me, he just dropped off a couple of boxes and was snapping pictures for verification. Yep, he saw me in my full naked glory— bare breasts, nips, and shower fresh neatly manicured lady garden.
The Full Monty.
And I don’t know how long he saw me naked, as I inadvertently stopped within clear view of the front door,distracted by the strange new stain on the carpet and grooving to the enchanting sounds of smooth jazz electric guitar playing in my ears.
We both froze upon making eye contact (after his soft brown eyes gave me a full once over, ok, twice over) as our triggered Black Lab Leo went in full protective mode, bolting to the door. Not sure if it was securely closed (it sometimes doesn’t catch) and not wanting him to reach the poor Amazon guy, I had to reach and lunge for Leo’s collar and restrain him.
Still naked of course.
It all happened so quickly, the Amazon guy wasn’t rude or gawking, yet he didn’t look away either. He just stood there with a “deer in the headlights expression” caught in the spectacle of this naked woman at her front door, trying to restrain her unhappy canine. My full attention focused on Leo, when I finally calmed him down and got him under control; the realization struck me that I was still naked.
And the Amazon dude was still standing there, his eyes (and no doubt peripheral vision) boring into me.
At this point, I didn’t really care that he saw me naked anymore. What else could I do? It was my own damn fault anyway forgetting to close the front door. Taking a deep breath, I stood straight up to face him—and he still seemed to be in a state of shock. Being a girl of course, I started to worry. “Why is he looking at me like that? Does he not find me attractive? Does he think I’m fat? Has he never seen a hairy girl before?”
All I could do was instinctively flash him a big smile and apologize for what just transpired. “Afterall,” I said, “it’s not like you’ve never seen a naked woman before, right?”
I laughed, which seemed to bring him out of his trance and breaking the ice. To his credit, his eyes never left mine after his initial shock of seeing me naked. He smiled and laughed too, apologizing.
“Sir, you did nothing wrong, just doing your job delivering our packages, and for that I thank you. This was just a series of unfortunate events,” I said.
“Well ma’am, it wasn’t unfortunate for me,” he said smiling as he turned to leave. I smiled back feeling myself blushing, as a warm tingle announced its presence from deep within.
Perhaps that’s why I decided to wear a fashionably short plunging neckline sundress sans panties to the airport, then make a quick visit to the lavatory after the pilot turned off the Fasten
Your Seatbelts light, strategically placing my new Bluetooth micro vibe to break in during the long fight…
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