6
Staring at the ceiling, Ana clenched her fist around her shut phone…”Gosh what was he doing? Day-dreaming? Or was he just ignoring me? Oh! The nerve! He better not’ve!” She cursed under her breath. Ana really hoped this relationship was sincere. She opened her phone again, scrolling back down to “Brad” and looking at his pic he had sent her earlier. It was him freshly out of the shower standing in the mirror. His chiseled glistening stomach and pecs stood out like no tomorrow. Arms flexed for her seductively she noticed. The twinkle in his eye reminded her that this really was real. Her attention pulled back to the mouth-watering “V” shape that fell right below his belly, the muscles around his hips.
Knowing they were nick-named “sex muscles” she giggled as she had heard the stories herself. Ana jumped into the shower, her mind still on that tasty body Brad had, she reached up and pulled the nozzle down to her. She aimed the water at her nipples and they started to rise to attention. Playing with her hair as she aimed the nozzle over her hard nipples, she caressed her body. Ana slowly lowered it down making her gasp and grab at her chest as she felt her clit start to throb. As sensitivity set in, her muscles twitched. Smiling, Ana imagined stroking Brad’s body and licking every inch of him. Rubbing her immensely engorged clit, she felt that oh-so familiar warmth start trickling through her veins; her breathing starting to approach near hyper-ventilation. “So close…” Ana pinched her eyes as tight as they could go and surrendered into her body’s peak orgasm. The sound she made when she peaked startled her and made her embarrassed. It had been months since she had this powerful of an orgasm. Ana’s hands easily slipped over her labia, soaked in her own cum. As she licked a finger, tasting her own sweet concoction, she entered her tight body and with the crook of the finger. Ana teased her G-spot and slowly felt it swell. She put a leg up onto the side of the tub so she had better leverage and slowly stroked her finger over her swollen gland. Riding her finger felt so damn good, she only imagined what it would be like to have a real cock inside her. At that exact moment she felt her whole body shudder into a series of moans and muscle spasms. Ana…was…exhausted. Grabbing a towel, she quickly frisked the water droplets off herself, drug her feet across her room and collapsed onto her bed. Not even making an effort to dry her hair like she usually did, she started to dream of Brad.
7
Brad approached Ana as the bell rang. She was simply beautiful. Her perky little ass in those jeans made his mouth water. Her shirt pulled up an inch as she reached for her books on the top shelf of her locker, ever more teasing him. Brad slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her into him.
He had startled her and braced for a whap on the chest. Ana whizzed around and turned to stare at the culprit, who happened to be giggling; seeing it was him, she laughed and leaned into his warm arms. Brad couldn’t help himself but ease back into his hot and heavy day-dream. As his cock twitched in his Levi’s, he backed away.
“Err…hi.” He blushed. Brad wondered why he was such a fool over this girl. He thought he made himself look like a complete idiot, but seeing she noticed his blush made him gleam. He didn’t think it was going to be this easy to make her his own.
Brad offered to take Ana out for supper tonight. She jumped into his truck and put her seatbelt on. Backing out of the parking lot, Ana snuck a kiss onto his cheek. Placing his hand on her thigh, they drove off. The restaurant was about half hour away and his hand longed to reach the warmth of her mound. He made his move, sliding his hand up a little-pretending to readjust. Ana responded by opening her legs up just a peek.
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