unbuttoned each button, revealing her golden skin and black lace bra. Her blonde hair shimmered against her skin as she reached the last button.
Devon gasped as his eyes blazed a heated trail over Erin’s luscious, curvy body. “God, you have such a perfect body. You’re so beautiful.” Devon’s voice was almost shaky, even desperate.
Erin just narrowed her eyes at him and began massaging herself in front of him through the lace of her bra. Devon’s face grew dark with lust and awe for her beauty. Erin began kneading her breasts and circl ing her nipples, which were partly visible through the semi-transparent lace. Her full lips formed a circle as she closed her eyes and played with herself through her bra.
Devon became painfully aroused in his jeans, and his eyes grew wide with admiration and lust. He circled the counter and leaned into her to kiss her when she slapped his hand away. “No!”
She put her shirt back over her breasts. “Get back behind the counter.” Her voice was commanding, with an air of anger, as she pointed behind the counter.
“Oh, God.” Devon’s tone had a hint of desperation and anguish.
Erin slipped her shirt back off her shoulders and began massaging her breasts again. She pulled the bra under her breasts and began kneading and rubbing her nipples until they were erect. She looked at Devon with lust in her eyes as she rubbed and massaged her firm breasts, pursing her full, soft lips at him.
Devon was fidgeting as his bulge strained against his jeans. “You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”
“Hush!” she commanded him. “Now tell me, Devon. Are you sorry for what you did today?”
“Yes, God , yes. I am so sorry.”
“I can’t hear you. Speak up.”
“I said yes, I am sorry, Erin.” Devon’s voice was filled with anguish and lust, like a dog waiting for a treat.
“And will it ever happen again?”
“No. No, it will not. Can I touch you now?”
“No ! But you can come upstairs with me.”
“Yes !” Devon’s voice had a hint of hope mixed with pain.
Devon met her in the bathroom.
“I’m going to take a shower. Turn the water on, nice and warm,” she said with a frown.
“Okay .” Devon grinned.
Erin turned toward him and noticed his increasing bulge. “Unclasp my bra, and no touching me.”
“No touching?”
“Just unclasp the bra.” Erin gathered her thick blonde hair over her head as Devon unclasped her bra with an adroit pinch of his fingers.
“Unzip my skirt.”
“Now we’re talking,” Devon said hopefully.
“See, now you get to see me shower.”
Devon reached for her breasts, and Erin slapped his hand away. She shimmied out of her skirt and stood before Devon topless in her black lace panties. When Devon reached for her again, she slapped his hand away. She twisted her hips back and forth as she slowly slipped out of her panties, and flipped them at Devon with her toe before turning around and stepping into the shower.
Devon wadded the panties in his hand and brought them to his nose, closing his eyes and letting her sweet scent fill him up. His face clouded with lustful yearning as he watched her massage her body in the steaming water.
Erin began pouring soap over her breasts and massaging them. She pinched her nipples and mewed while she ran her hands down her taut body. She picked up the bath sponge, and slid her soapy hands over her flat stomach, moving the sponge over her silky curves, back and forth, up and down. Soapy water trailed down the rich curves of her golden, glistening body. She moved the sponge toward her swollen clit.
Devon stared at her and bit his knuckles. His eyes became moist, like those of a neglected pet begging at the dinner table.
“Can I come in now?” he asked with a hopeful look.
“No!” Erin turned toward him and rubbed her breasts in front of him while smiling devilishly.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said with an agonized stare.
“Whatever are you talking about?” she