FMLYOM

by Hanzel Stone

Imprint: Self-Published

Style: Menage/Group Erotica, Interracial Erotica

Published: 3 / 2016

CLICK HERE to get told when further books by this author are published

Available Formats to Download: Palm MOBI EPUB MS Word PDF MS Reader Text RTF 

STORY DESCRIPTION

Your 3rd floor suite has a superior view of the urban landscape beyond and walking into the bedroom I notice a small sofa next to the window. Immediately I draw open the drapes and inform you that at some point this evening I want you to do me there while I look out over the street. Putting your hands around my waist you turn me to face you, saying there is nothing that you would rather do to me, and we begin to kiss. I love a man who knows how to kiss and you do not disappoint. We explore each other with our tongues, enjoying this intimacy, then I excuse myself for your bathroom, suggesting that you make yourself comfortable while I do the same.

When I step back into the room I am clad only in the gift of lingerie that you sent me before your arrival, a gorgeous French lace bra with graphic black florals upon a sheer deep red open net tulle with matching low-slung hipster panties. You are standing in front of the small sofa in the bedroom, wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else, sipping a whiskey neat while idly watching the people on the sidewalk below. The dark hair of your chest contrasts oh-so-sexily with the light tan of your skin and I admire how the flickering candle light in the bedroom plays with the muscled tone of your body, thinking how thoughtful it was of you to go through the extra effort of lighting candles for us. You turn in my direction as you hear me draw close to you and I see the beginnings of your arousal beneath your briefs, I see how happy you are to see me standing in front of you looking like this.

This afternoon I luxuriated in my favorite spa treatment, bathing myself in sea salts so that my entire body would be incredibly soft for you. You release your lips from mine and step back to admire your gift, then you slowly unwrap me, tossing my lace bra onto the side chair in the bedroom. As you kneel to slide my briefs over my hips and to my ankles I place a hand on your bare shoulder for balance, lift one manicured foot and then the other. The lace briefs join my bra lying on the chair and now, completely bare, I am clean and natural for you. Still on your knees in front of me you straighten yourself so that you can run your tongue along my body, gently kissing me as you inhale my scent.

You stand and explore my body with your eyes, your gift for this evening. Barefoot, the tip of my head comes up to your chin. My light red hair falls just to the top of my shoulders. My breasts are petite and I become hard from your stare. My bottom is ample and apple shaped, and is just simply made for sex. I reach down to caress you underneath your briefs and in response you begin to grow. Your hand is over my throat, then down my chest, you are using your thumb to play with me, then caress the cheeks of my behind. We kiss again, tongue on tongue, then you take my hand and lead me to your bed, placing me right at the edge on top of the duvet-covered mattress.