With one swift movement, I slid down
past her waist, put one leg between
her thighs, and roughly pulled her
legs apart. Porn sex “So…” I said, taking a sip of hot coffee,
“Where are these pictures?” She’d found them on her camera while
I was at the counter, and passed it
straight across. There was another
slight pause, and I went on. “It just turns me on” I admitted. I writhed my crotch against
her, stimulating myself and spreading
a wet smear of my sexual secretions
all over her tummy. But I still couldn’t
keep my eyes off her, and to my
delight I saw the camera tilt downwards so it was pointing straight
at me. I squeezed her bum, rubbing against the crack between her cheeks,
before scratching my nails up the bare
skin of her legs. “Don’t stop” I whispered, as I felt the
finger leave. “Put your dress on then” she said. I moved my leg against hers and
smiled at her. “These are great pictures” I said. She had clear
sharp tan-lines round the curve of her tits, showing that she normally wore a
small bikini top that must have barely
covered her nipples. I took a chance and
chose us each a piece of cake – I think
I needed a sugar hit! As if on cue, it started raining almost
straight away, and didn’t really stop all
through April and well into May. I gripped the edge of the
table with my
