need to ask you if the evening turned you on. It was something, wasn’t it?’
‘Yes. It was certainly interesting.’
‘Yeah . . . it was so “interesting” that my clit ached the whole time and I’m sitting here in a puddle.’ She smiled at Dan.
‘I think the project’s going to be much harder than I thought.’
‘You’re right about that. You looked hard to me most of the evening.’ She glanced at his crotch.
‘A lot of the time anyway. I don’t know what I’m going to do if it keeps happening.’ He looked at Sarah as she drove. She was frowning slightly, trying to focus though the dark. Her jet-black hair was cut into an elegant full bob that swung to her shoulders.
‘You seemed to cope pretty well, making a joke of it like you usually do. But maybe you should do what teenage boys do before they go on a date, to keep their minds out of their pants . . .’
‘What’s that?’
‘You know . . . don’t tell me English boys don’t do it. They masturbate. It’s supposed to make them more relaxed. You could have a quick one in the loo before each take.’
‘Good idea. I don’t suppose you’d like to volunteer to help me out, would you?’ Dan’s eyes travelled downwards. Sarah’s plain wrap dress clung to her curves and revealed several inches of deep golden cleavage. ‘Strictly for the sake of the film, of course.’
‘I don’t remember reading that in my job description. We’re here.’ Sarah parked outside her house. ‘Come on. I’m so horny it hurts.’
Sarah let them into the house and headed straight up the stairs. Dan followed, watching her plump buttocks twitch under the soft jersey fabric of her dress. Her figure was curvy and feminine, her legs long and shapely. Dan could see the soft arc of her calf bisected by the seam of her nylons and the taper of her ankle before it disappeared beneath the suede heel of her shoe.
Dan closed the bedroom door. Sarah was standing by the bed with her hands on her hips, smiling. Her brown eyes glistened in the light and her lips were slightly parted, revealing her perfect American teeth. Dan could see her chest heaving as she breathed.
‘Why don’t you take my clothes off for me?’ Her voice was throaty and deep.
‘I’ll tear them off with my teeth if you like.’
Dan walked over to Sarah. He ran the tip of one finger down her chest and between her breasts. She sighed softly.
‘Don’t you dare . . . this dress cost me a fortune.’
She caught Dan’s wrist and slid his hand under the top of her dress. Dan cupped her breast, massaging it through the sheer silk of her bra. His cock tingled. He bent to kiss her throat. He drank in the warm womanly scent of her skin. She moaned.
Dan could feel his cock thickening. A slow shiver slid down his spine. He gave Sarah’s neck a final kiss. He found the ties at the side of her dress and began to undo them with trembling fingers. He pulled the dress open and found another tie on the inside. He undid it and slid the dress off over her shoulders. Sarah executed a little shimmy, shaking her body and making her ample bosoms tremble, and the dress slipped off and pooled around her feet.
Underneath she was wearing a sheer lacy bra through which the swollen dark tips of her nipples were clearly visible. Dan was surprised to discover that she was wearing tights. When he’d seen the seams up the back of her legs he’d assumed that they were stockings. The tights were darker at the top, like a pair of knickers, and underneath she was naked. The neatly trimmed triangle of her pubes was clearly visible.
Dan stroked the curve of her belly with his fingertips then turned his hand and cupped her crotch. Sarah gasped. It was hot and damp and soft in his palm. He ran the tip of his fingers along the groove between her lips and he could feel the moisture welling there.
‘You’re already wet,’ Dan’s whispered.
‘I told you, I’ve been wet all evening. I need to come.’ Sarah laid
‘Yes. It was certainly interesting.’
‘Yeah . . . it was so “interesting” that my clit ached the whole time and I’m sitting here in a puddle.’ She smiled at Dan.
‘I think the project’s going to be much harder than I thought.’
‘You’re right about that. You looked hard to me most of the evening.’ She glanced at his crotch.
‘A lot of the time anyway. I don’t know what I’m going to do if it keeps happening.’ He looked at Sarah as she drove. She was frowning slightly, trying to focus though the dark. Her jet-black hair was cut into an elegant full bob that swung to her shoulders.
‘You seemed to cope pretty well, making a joke of it like you usually do. But maybe you should do what teenage boys do before they go on a date, to keep their minds out of their pants . . .’
‘What’s that?’
‘You know . . . don’t tell me English boys don’t do it. They masturbate. It’s supposed to make them more relaxed. You could have a quick one in the loo before each take.’
‘Good idea. I don’t suppose you’d like to volunteer to help me out, would you?’ Dan’s eyes travelled downwards. Sarah’s plain wrap dress clung to her curves and revealed several inches of deep golden cleavage. ‘Strictly for the sake of the film, of course.’
‘I don’t remember reading that in my job description. We’re here.’ Sarah parked outside her house. ‘Come on. I’m so horny it hurts.’
Sarah let them into the house and headed straight up the stairs. Dan followed, watching her plump buttocks twitch under the soft jersey fabric of her dress. Her figure was curvy and feminine, her legs long and shapely. Dan could see the soft arc of her calf bisected by the seam of her nylons and the taper of her ankle before it disappeared beneath the suede heel of her shoe.
Dan closed the bedroom door. Sarah was standing by the bed with her hands on her hips, smiling. Her brown eyes glistened in the light and her lips were slightly parted, revealing her perfect American teeth. Dan could see her chest heaving as she breathed.
‘Why don’t you take my clothes off for me?’ Her voice was throaty and deep.
‘I’ll tear them off with my teeth if you like.’
Dan walked over to Sarah. He ran the tip of one finger down her chest and between her breasts. She sighed softly.
‘Don’t you dare . . . this dress cost me a fortune.’
She caught Dan’s wrist and slid his hand under the top of her dress. Dan cupped her breast, massaging it through the sheer silk of her bra. His cock tingled. He bent to kiss her throat. He drank in the warm womanly scent of her skin. She moaned.
Dan could feel his cock thickening. A slow shiver slid down his spine. He gave Sarah’s neck a final kiss. He found the ties at the side of her dress and began to undo them with trembling fingers. He pulled the dress open and found another tie on the inside. He undid it and slid the dress off over her shoulders. Sarah executed a little shimmy, shaking her body and making her ample bosoms tremble, and the dress slipped off and pooled around her feet.
Underneath she was wearing a sheer lacy bra through which the swollen dark tips of her nipples were clearly visible. Dan was surprised to discover that she was wearing tights. When he’d seen the seams up the back of her legs he’d assumed that they were stockings. The tights were darker at the top, like a pair of knickers, and underneath she was naked. The neatly trimmed triangle of her pubes was clearly visible.
Dan stroked the curve of her belly with his fingertips then turned his hand and cupped her crotch. Sarah gasped. It was hot and damp and soft in his palm. He ran the tip of his fingers along the groove between her lips and he could feel the moisture welling there.
‘You’re already wet,’ Dan’s whispered.
‘I told you, I’ve been wet all evening. I need to come.’ Sarah laid
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