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Flat Out Lust

Flat Out Lust

I saw her, through the partially darkened glass of her window and stopped. The night air hugged me, stroked me, made me feel invincible in
the surrounding darkness with the wind slapping against my sides as I
stopped to watch. She was breathtaking. I couldn’t take my eyes off of
her and my breath came in ever shorter bursts that had nothing to do
with the run I’d been on. 

I’d seen the moving vans earlier that day on my drive home from the
office, but I hadn’t seen her. She was….a siren of the highest
caliber. Her hair was short, impossibly short and red. Her face seemed
to light up as she danced around her living room, the bare bulb in the
un-shaded lamp casting her shadow across the room in dizzyingly erotic
patterns. She wasn’t dressed up, and looked like she’d been hard at it
all day, but her spirit sang out through the plaster of her walls, the
glass of her windows and the stone of her house. I was mesmerized. 

I stood stock still, chest heaving for a bit while I watched her. I
didn’t want her to see me so finally turned back home and picked up my
tired legs to continue running back. I hated running. I hated and loved
it at the same time. I wasn’t getting any younger, though, and knew that
if I wanted to maintain my trim form I’d have to keep at it even when I
cursed every step that I took. 

I let myself in the backdoor of the house and switched on the kitchen
light. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and ran up the
stairs to my bedroom. The coolness of the house was like a balm after
the heat of the night threshing against me. I started the shower and
peeled off my clothes, shoes, socks, shorts, t-shirt, and sports bra. 
The water was crisply cool and refreshing when I stepped in, and I let
out a low sigh of contentment. I shampooed my long dark hair, reveling
in the feel of the suds stripping away the sweat that I’d built up. I
rinsed my hair and conditioned it, and then set about soaping my body
up. I started at the bottom, toes first, before moving my way up my
legs, over my stomach, breasts, and arms. I used the back brush and
followed up with a nice long wash of my face. I bowed my head and let
the cool water rush over me. 

After several minutes I turned the water temperature up just a little
and reached a hand down to stroke my clit. I wanted her with a feverish
passion I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I didn’t know who she was, 
but the glint of the smile on her lips, and the passionate way she’d
danced around her house was something I wanted to know firsthand. I
stroked faster as I imagined what her body would look like. She’d been
wearing quite baggy clothes so I’d been unable to see her true form, and
that sent my imagination galloping away at speculation. Would she fill
my hands? Would they overflow with her size? What would her nipples look
like, feel like, taste like being flicked with the tip of my pink
tongue? 

I moaned low in my throat at that thought as I reached my first orgasm…I wanted to know, I wanted more, I wanted her…

Kiss

Kiss

Bring The Bubbly

Bring The Bubbly