Soft, smooth and supple. Thats how you would define her. Strangely, her skin called out to you, making you wonder how it would feel in your hands. The taut jawline stretched over to an etched face, rounded bosom and the oh so delicate flat stomach. The curved belly and the stretched smooth skin. She looked perfect, sitting there on the chair with one leg folded...all confident of her own sexuality. Would she ever have to even doubt if she was desirable...guess not. Was it that confidence that made her so?
Whatever it was, she looked breathtakingly beautiful in that white bikini top and the skimpy bottoms. You could but only feel jealous of the man who sat next to her, caressing her and smiling at her. Even if you wanted to, you could not forget the vision of her, stretched on that beach chair, still wet and even though she was with another man, you so wanted to reach out and just touch those glistening beads of water that clung to her still. How would it be like to touch her? To feel her body move beneath your hands....the touch of her skin against your fingers...the breasts...heaving as you undid the white strings....
"What's wrong?" The words invaded her thoughts and she looked up at him. His breathing was still ragged but the satisfaction was not there in his face. He looked all perplexed. Shaking her head she touched his face gently.
"Nothing darling."
"Well...you were thinking something..."
She smiled and felt the image of the woman invade her thoughts again. An object of desire and perfection. Her body, glistening under the sun, at the club today. And then she imagined how her lips would part in the sweet surrender to ecstasy. Strangely she was aroused...unbearably so. She looked back at her husband and pushed him aside, swiftly moving on top of him.
He was still looking at her when she smiled at him....
"My turn..."
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