But he does it to me. He makes me forget about my past, and although we have only been around one another a handful of times, there is something about Parker that makes me feel safe. It’s hard to imagine he is real. His beauty, his sweet Southern charm, they’re all things we read about or see on TV. As girls we swoon over boy-bands, and as women we swoon over bad boys and book friends, but this masculine man in front of me is every bit real and here with me. It’s like I’ve been so scared of what a normal man would be like, one who didn’t hurt you. I’ve had this painted image of a man I thought only existed in books, in fairytales, in my dreams. But here is Parker: the sex is amazing, he seems to like me…and he seems to be everything I’ve ever desired and dreamed of in a man, in a partner.
“Want to see more?” I wiggle my eyebrows playfully causing her to giggle. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth she nods her head.
All right, she asked for it.
“Do you want some ice in your water?” Using the ice as an excuse to turn around, I slowly pull my basketball shorts down. My ass is now exposed. I wish I could see her face as she notices, but my back is turned away from her. The sweet sound of laughter bellowing from her lungs tells me enough. Opening the freezer I grab two ice cubes and turn back around to face her.
“You are too much!” She laughs as she shakes her head back and forth. Her feet dangle as her legs hang off the counter. There is something so sexy about a woman with nice feet. My eyes take hers in for a few moments. The temperature from the air conditioning being off is making the air thick and musty.
“Are you hot?” I already know the answer to that, but I ask anyway. She doesn’t speak, but nods her head.
“Here maybe this will cool you down.” Taking another step towards the counter where she is sitting, I see her spread her legs apart. Pulling at the sides of her coral dress, she slides it up so her bare legs dangle over the counter, and then she motions with her pointer finger for me to come closer. Standing in between her legs, I take one of the ice cubes to her lips and slowly trace her mouth. The ice is melting causing water to drip onto her exposed thighs but she doesn’t move, so I keep going. Moving the cube away from her mouth, I replace it with my lips. Giving her a little peck, I stick out the tip of my tongue and trace the imaginary lines were the ice was.
She is caught up in the moment and doesn’t see me grab the other ice cube from the counter and bring it up to her neck. Starting at her ear lobe, I move it down her neck and stop, hovering right over her breastbone. Pulling my face away from hers, I peer into her eyes. Once again I feel like we are talking without actual words. Suddenly as if we are both in a frantic hurry, she lifts her dress up over her ass. Her white lace panties are showing, and then her bra. The dress continues to lift until she has it over her head and tosses it onto the floor. Grace in all her beauty is sitting on my counter in just her bra and underwear. The sight is breathtaking. All reasoning went out the window the moment we stepped through the door. To think nothing would happen was absurd. We both knew what we were coming back here to do, whether we wanted to admit it or not. Here is this perfect, beautiful woman sitting on my counter ready for the taking, and all that crosses my mind is why she was so upset earlier. I want to be buried in her so fucking bad, but for some reason I also want to know why she was upset. How I always end up attracted to broken women is beyond me.
Kristy, my last girlfriend, was perfect. She was kind, beautiful, and a freak in the sheets, which made things that much better, but she wasn’t ready to settle down. There I was, working around the clock, and she was out partying all night. I should have known something was up when she stopped putting out. I mean, who the hell dates for
“Want to see more?” I wiggle my eyebrows playfully causing her to giggle. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth she nods her head.
All right, she asked for it.
“Do you want some ice in your water?” Using the ice as an excuse to turn around, I slowly pull my basketball shorts down. My ass is now exposed. I wish I could see her face as she notices, but my back is turned away from her. The sweet sound of laughter bellowing from her lungs tells me enough. Opening the freezer I grab two ice cubes and turn back around to face her.
“You are too much!” She laughs as she shakes her head back and forth. Her feet dangle as her legs hang off the counter. There is something so sexy about a woman with nice feet. My eyes take hers in for a few moments. The temperature from the air conditioning being off is making the air thick and musty.
“Are you hot?” I already know the answer to that, but I ask anyway. She doesn’t speak, but nods her head.
“Here maybe this will cool you down.” Taking another step towards the counter where she is sitting, I see her spread her legs apart. Pulling at the sides of her coral dress, she slides it up so her bare legs dangle over the counter, and then she motions with her pointer finger for me to come closer. Standing in between her legs, I take one of the ice cubes to her lips and slowly trace her mouth. The ice is melting causing water to drip onto her exposed thighs but she doesn’t move, so I keep going. Moving the cube away from her mouth, I replace it with my lips. Giving her a little peck, I stick out the tip of my tongue and trace the imaginary lines were the ice was.
She is caught up in the moment and doesn’t see me grab the other ice cube from the counter and bring it up to her neck. Starting at her ear lobe, I move it down her neck and stop, hovering right over her breastbone. Pulling my face away from hers, I peer into her eyes. Once again I feel like we are talking without actual words. Suddenly as if we are both in a frantic hurry, she lifts her dress up over her ass. Her white lace panties are showing, and then her bra. The dress continues to lift until she has it over her head and tosses it onto the floor. Grace in all her beauty is sitting on my counter in just her bra and underwear. The sight is breathtaking. All reasoning went out the window the moment we stepped through the door. To think nothing would happen was absurd. We both knew what we were coming back here to do, whether we wanted to admit it or not. Here is this perfect, beautiful woman sitting on my counter ready for the taking, and all that crosses my mind is why she was so upset earlier. I want to be buried in her so fucking bad, but for some reason I also want to know why she was upset. How I always end up attracted to broken women is beyond me.
Kristy, my last girlfriend, was perfect. She was kind, beautiful, and a freak in the sheets, which made things that much better, but she wasn’t ready to settle down. There I was, working around the clock, and she was out partying all night. I should have known something was up when she stopped putting out. I mean, who the hell dates for
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