Hooking my thumbs into the sides of Dana’s dress, I wiggle it over her hips until the champagne material slithers down her legs to the floor.
Her naked body is…average. I would guess she had a fine-looking figure ten years ago. Her hips and waist were probably smaller. I imagine her belly would have been flat.
“Not much to look at, am I?”
“Dana, I think you are an incredibly beautiful woman.”
I mean it, too. No, she isn’t stunning. I’ve had stunning. Stunning leads you around by the balls, tossing her thick red hair, laughing at all your jokes and fucking you raw. Then you find out it’s not just your jokes she laughs at and it’s not just your dick that’s raw.
“I want you.” My voice is deep and quiet. “My dick is raging hard for you. The things I want to do to your luscious body would make a Bangkok whore blush.”
“Ohgod…” Her lower lip curls in between her teeth again. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly.
I mean every one of those words, too. Dana is a woman. She’s not a foolish, impressionable blonde with the patience of a nine-year-old, who swears she loves only her husband and can’t figure out why he’s so furious when he comes home from an eight month tour to find her four months pregnant.
No, Dana is a real woman, a mature woman with a pinch of meat on her bones who carries herself with dignity and elegance. She’s a smart and sexy woman with a lustful fire burning in her belly. She is feminine, and tough, and shapely, and she is made for fucking.
“Go lie on the bed, face down,” I tell her calmly. As eager as I am, I’m not going to rush this. For the short time I have this woman, I plan to enjoy as much of her as I can get.
She scrambles onto the bed, face down and ass-high ready for doggie. Her butt is indeed gorgeous. It’s full and round and oh, my fucking god, I’ve gotta spank it.
Drawing my arm back I release one ferocious smack that makes her shriek and causes her idiot husband to spill his Scotch and yelp a curse when he forgets he’s tied to the chair.
“Lie flat on your stomach!” I command, pushing her fanny down. Dana drops and I quickly shed my shoes and socks before crawling onto the bed to straddle her waist, wearing only my pants.
“Holy shit…” Mitch says, barely above a whisper.
I assume he just caught a glimpse at my back. I turn to him. He’s staring at me as if I am some sort of a monster. This is not the first time I’ve seen that look. Maybe he’s not wrong. I put a finger to my lips and shake my head. He nods in a dazed sort of comprehension that I’ve experienced things he can’t imagine.
Starting at Dana’s shoulders, I use my fingers and thumbs and the heel of my hand to knead and work those tense muscles. She moans and groans and utters breathy, pleasured sounds. I give both arms a rubdown, then drag my thumbs down each side of her spine. That gets me a low and sensuous groaned, “Ohh…gawd…”
I work my way down to her butt. When I kiss it, she wiggles her tooshie seductively. I squeeze and massage the spongy buns. Her legs are well toned and firm, with practically no flab. When I suck on her toes and massage her feet, she becomes a molten blob of pleasure.
Rolling her onto her back, I then make the return trip up her legs using my mouth along with my fingers while brushing the short, scraggly hairs on my face over her sensitive skin. The soft, sensual sounds coming from her stir my libido. Suppressing my animal desires, I take it slow.