Tuesday 22 January 2013

Bedraggled



When I got home on Monday night I was looking forward to my first quiet night at home alone since I don’t know when. I took a bath to warm up then sat in my bathrobe and checked my emails. I’d received one from the Model who told me that she was in Sri Lanka on a shoot and she attached a picture of herself with another girl lying together on a fabulous sunny beach. It was a candid shot, she was grinning stupidly at the camera while she fingered the other girl’s cunt.

As I looked at the photo my mind wandered. I would have quite happily swapped my location and sat next to her in the sunshine with the Indian Ocean lapping at my feet while she played with my pussy, so much more rewarding than listening to my boiler labouring to keep my flat warm.

Then my doorbell rang. I made myself respectable and nipped down to the front door. A very bedraggled Chloe stood shivering on the doorstep. She was carrying a hold-all and looked quite frankly frozen and wretched. She had quit her job. She was sure that she could find work as a temp in London and she begged me to let her stay for a while until she found somewhere to live. How could I possibly refuse?

I made her a warm drink and ran the bath for the second time that evening. While she was enjoying a soak I took her bag to my bedroom – I figured that a little girl on girl sex would make for a welcome change after having thoroughly enjoyed the attentions of my wonderful guys for a couple of weeks. When she finally got out of the bath she wondered into my living room wrapped in a bath-sheet and found me sitting watching a lesbian porn movie on my Mac.

She stood next to me, the smell of moisturising lotion on her soft skin and she unwrapped her body. She sat on my lap. I looked at her young frame, her small firm tits with her nipples standing proud. Her mound was like soft velvet where her pubic hair was returning and my hand passed over her stomach, through the velvet softness to her wet warm cunt. She kissed me as my fingers entered her.

“I will be whatever you want me to be, if I can stay with you”.

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