Movie Night

The documentary droned on.

She got up to get another glass of wine. Pinot Noir. When she sat down, she was a couple inches closer to him. She put her bare feet up on the coffee table. Her toenails were purple as her tongue. He didn’t move – he loved political intrigue. She sighed and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up to her white cotton panties. They were her favorites, with the little smiling hearts.

He didn’t say so, but she knew he loved them too.

She got up to go pee. When she wiped, she was wet. She loved it when he played hard to get. She was always up for the challenge. When she sat down, she was a couple inches closer to him. Her bare thigh grazed his pants, and he sighed. She crossed her leg so it would go over his knee. Her glossy purple toes flashed. The red hearts winked.

He gave in.

Latest Comments

  1. paul1510 says:

    Ximena,
    short but sweet.
    Girls can be so distracting!!!
    Warm hugs,
    Paul.

  2. vanianthicke says:

    The “Her skirt rode up to her white cotton panties.” line really struck a chord with me.

    Right now marks the 25th anniversary of my indulgence in simultaneous girlfriends. I was 20 at the time — one was tall, blonde, and 18; the other petite, brunette, and 26. A ‘best of both worlds’ scenario, if you will…anyways, the younger one loved to wear short denim mini skirts (along with her cute little socks and high heels – hey, this was 1986!) because she knew how great she looked in them (legs for miles). She would intentionally flash her panties at me, oftentimes in social situations which prevented me from taking immediate, muff diving action.

    All these years later and I can still vividly recall my arousal as I’d bury my nose between her legs to hungrily take in her sweet scent – two horny kids pawing at each other, inevitably ending with her legs up on my shoulders as I’d bring it on home… *sigh*

    Thanks for that. :-)

  3. ximenawrites says:

    Oh, Vanian.

    I’d read your smut.

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