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She hates that feeling - her nakedness exposed: below her waist, every inch of her lower body laid bare.
I watch Zoe as she crosses the room from bar to sofa. She has a glass of white wine in each hand. She looks stunning.
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I steal another glance in the mirror. I try, and fail, to stop my own eyes from Boys in panties stories. To the velvety expanse of skin under her throat, and down, down to that taunting, nascent cleavage. So little, yet enough.
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Just like the front legs of a spider, waiting at its lair. This is April. My April. And this is my second haircut with her.
Two tiny dark patches, just where her chest begins to flower. Where that artful, gentle rise begins, infinitesimally, before the peeking line of her bra steals the show. Those little patches are my hair. I close my eyes, utterly defeated by the thought that a part of me is nestling against her there. Oh, but she is beyond beautiful. I am drawn to her deep brown eyes.
Each one looks out to the world from its own side of her face, as if keeping a secret from the other. That makes her expansive whites stand out like boiled eggs in onion soup. Everything else about her is so dark, you see. She tilts my head to one side. Ever so gently. Yes, dark. Her brown hair, her tanned olive skin, her delicate little eyebrows, wide and high above those mysterious orbs.
Maybe a parent, or a grandparent, is black. Those eyes. I want to drown in them, like some wretched fly. Not a frown, not a worry. Not a word. She gets Wifes first anal story with it.
Oh, April, could you know my thoughts? There is an acre of space in the triangle between her eyes and the subtle bridge Tumblr naughty stories her nose. Ah, cupid. Her lips, lightly touched with Female self bondage stories lipstick, are thin yet juicy. Her orderly, white upper teeth peep out now and then when she smiles.
Zipped, but with a dimple either side. The air-conditioning in the salon is not in great form. Brown like her eyes. We finished exchanging polite pleasantries some time ago. The online radio stream has cut out again.
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Is she anorexic?
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God, please, no. I hate that. I look at her bronze, shiny shoulders and bare arms.
They are normal and fleshy. Not matchsticks. I relax a little. Her face: still expressionless. Can you see lust? I see neither. She has moved Nude neighbor story me now, near my left temple.
Touch me. Bend closer, April. I look in the mirror.
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There is too much daylight between the mound of her torso and my shoulder. No, wait, stay where you are.
I am hardening, thinking of her naked, shorn of all that garb. I close my eyes, try to think of anything else. Oh, but that skin, it would be molten caramel, to taste and to see. Not a tan line in sight. Human digest sex stories feel warm breath on me. Was it hers, a delicate caress from her flat little low-bridged nose?
Or was it a mere gust of air from the door? Oh no.
Her elbow. Her bent left arm is doing something to my hair with scissors. But my world, now, is just me and this flesh of hers. I am close enough to smell it.
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She does feel heat. There is the most feminine, delicate trace of tacky perspiration on the crook of her arm. It makes morning dew look like a flood. I have to close my eyes. On she goes. Why do they always do that in threes? She is a haircutting machine. Is she thinking anything? A thousand Pounds Female injection stories your thoughts. She is a student. At least ten years my junior.
And I want to ravish her. The radio is back on.
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It pumps out chart-topping beats. These songs goad me beyond reason with their relentless thumping. Where exactly can I look? Perhaps the floor is safe, free from temptation. But no, she wears open shoes, and her bare toes, painted jet black, keep homing into view. How Sex slave stories wattpad completed she ignite me with so little?
These toes are gorgeous, cute, neat. Ready to suck, right now. I am drawn to the strands that frame her smooth, angular cheeks.