Amanda ran the towel through her hair, securing her bath robe with the towel as she stepped out of the shower. She was an exceptionally beautiful girl - at least to some. A few inches beneath six feet, with a well-formed body and delicious curves. Her strawberry blonde hair framed her overly kissable face, the lips that just begged to be teased, bitten, ravaged. Amanda's thoughts, however, were far from sex, as she walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Dropping the robe off her body, she picked up a brush and began to run it through her hair, smoothing it, looking in the mirror as she did so.
A moment later, the brush fell from her hand, at the sight of the figure reflected in her mirror. He was taller than her, a fact she'd learned almost two years ago, the last time she'd seen him. Her entire body went stiff with the memories as they flooded her mind, and with the shock of seeing his thick body leaning against the wall, silky dark blonde hair half-hiding his somewhat unattractive face. The sound of his glasses hitting the floor sent a shiver running through her form, the soft 'clacking' reminding her of their second kiss, rather than their first, the soft 'clicking' of the glasses folding driving her mind into the memory.
She knew what he was here for. He'd talked about it, on the phone, just randomly appearing one day and sneaking into her bedroom late at night. She'd thought he'd been all bluff, but here he was, in the denim clothes he wore so often - jeans and a jacket, with a black shirt beneath. His tennis shoes were kicked slowly off his feet, as his mind, too, was going wild with imagination, his cock straining against his jeans as he remembered all the nasty things he'd said he'd do to her, and the sight of her naked body before him too tempting, too much to ignore.
He moved, and she stood shock-still, feeling herself growing wetter, hotter. The denim jacket hit the floor, as well as the black shirt. The sound of his pants unbuttoning jolted her out of her shock, but it was too late. Jeans upon the floor, his body up against hers from behind, hot shaft pressing between her tight asscheeks. His arms around her waist, locking there, reveling in the feel of how perfectly she fit his arms. She, too, realized it, and leaned back against him, accepting, a soft, lazy smile on her kissable lips.
His lips were on her neck, her most sensitive of places, trailing warm, slow kisses down her neck, his hot breath stimulating the moist flesh. Shivers continually ran through Amanda's form, especially as he hit the joining of her neck, a soft squeal escaping her lips. Her breathing had grown less controlled, as she gave in to the lust arcing between them, the shared desire, yet she made no move yet to embrace him back.
