as Pam licked her pussy. God, how he
wanted to lick that pussy. Hel , just see that pussy for starters.
And as the Ion comp droned about employee security and pension plans, he'd seen himself entering the picture, kneeling on the tile surrounding the
Jacuzzi so that his cock was level with Laura's pretty mouth. She'd opened wide with a big smile and lowered her lips over him, moaning from stil
having her pussy eaten below.
Even reenvisioning it now had him sweating.
He shook his head to clear it and looked at the smal gold clock on his desk. It read a few minutes past nine, which meant past ten in Colorado.
Damn—he'd quit paying attention and the computer had slipped into screensaver mode. He rushed to move the mouse and light back up the
screen. Then he clicked on the icon for the webcam at the Vail house.
The room was empty, dark but for the pale il umination provided by the blanket of snow outside the wal of windows behind the computer.
His heart fel . His cock almost deflated. He'd been sure she would be there, putting on another sexy little show for him. After the way she'd
responded to him this morning, he'd been sure she wouldn't be able to resist. After al , she was alone in that big house, just writing al day—surely
she needed some kind of sexual release. And he'd given her a forbidden and exciting way to get it.
Even so, as he focused the camera, shifting the lens about the room, the space remained quiet, stil , shadows of sofas and tables and nothing
more. Apparently, heel misjudged her enthusiasm. Apparently, she wasn't coming to the last meeting he'd set up for today, the one he'd waited for through al the rest with a raging hard-on. Looked like the forbidden aspect of their fun was, just as she'd intimated, too forbidden for her.
"Damn," he whispered in the dark. "I want more of you, honey."
Laura looked in the mirrored door on the closet, studying herself from head to toe. Her hair fel in loose waves around her face, which was made up
with mascara and lipstick—same as she might apply for a night out clubbing with Monica and the girls. Around her neck, a beaded red choker. The
scant lacy red push-up bra plumped her breasts nearly to her chin, making them look large and sexy. Below, she wore a matching red thong that
clung so tightly to her mound that the fleshy rise already looked swol en with desire.
When she'd found the smal shopping bag containing the bra and panties in her suitcase yesterday, she never dreamed she'd be so thankful her
friend had snuck it in, with a note that said:
Just in case yon decide to give up the solitude and find yourself some ski stud. Love, Monica.
Wel , she hadn't given up the solitude, nor found a ski stud, but she had the next best thing—a stud with a webcam who wanted her. When al was
said and done, she simply couldn't resist the same excitement she'd experienced last night upon just pretending someone was watching her. Try as she might, she couldn't seem to deny herself the real thing. She remained afraid, but also needy. That need pulsed through her veins as tangible as
the flow of blood.
So she'd final y given in to the temptation. At least for now. She might have regrets later, but in this moment, it was show time. And there would be
no cotton pj s tonight.
She took a deep breath and moved barefoot from the bedroom into the living room, then turned on the lights, but used the dimmer to keep them
soft.
His eyes were on her, she could feel them—instantly.
The very knowledge made her nipples constrict within the scal oped edge of red lace that held her so snugly.
As she moved to the sofa, she felt like she was returning to the scene of a crime. Deliciously wicked. Her cunt vibrated against its lace confinement, the tender scratch of the fabric a further titil ation.
Upon sitting down, she gently bit her lip, looked toward the webcam, and spoke quietly. "I wasn't going to do this, but here I am, for reasons I can't
wanted to lick that pussy. Hel , just see that pussy for starters.
And as the Ion comp droned about employee security and pension plans, he'd seen himself entering the picture, kneeling on the tile surrounding the
Jacuzzi so that his cock was level with Laura's pretty mouth. She'd opened wide with a big smile and lowered her lips over him, moaning from stil
having her pussy eaten below.
Even reenvisioning it now had him sweating.
He shook his head to clear it and looked at the smal gold clock on his desk. It read a few minutes past nine, which meant past ten in Colorado.
Damn—he'd quit paying attention and the computer had slipped into screensaver mode. He rushed to move the mouse and light back up the
screen. Then he clicked on the icon for the webcam at the Vail house.
The room was empty, dark but for the pale il umination provided by the blanket of snow outside the wal of windows behind the computer.
His heart fel . His cock almost deflated. He'd been sure she would be there, putting on another sexy little show for him. After the way she'd
responded to him this morning, he'd been sure she wouldn't be able to resist. After al , she was alone in that big house, just writing al day—surely
she needed some kind of sexual release. And he'd given her a forbidden and exciting way to get it.
Even so, as he focused the camera, shifting the lens about the room, the space remained quiet, stil , shadows of sofas and tables and nothing
more. Apparently, heel misjudged her enthusiasm. Apparently, she wasn't coming to the last meeting he'd set up for today, the one he'd waited for through al the rest with a raging hard-on. Looked like the forbidden aspect of their fun was, just as she'd intimated, too forbidden for her.
"Damn," he whispered in the dark. "I want more of you, honey."
Laura looked in the mirrored door on the closet, studying herself from head to toe. Her hair fel in loose waves around her face, which was made up
with mascara and lipstick—same as she might apply for a night out clubbing with Monica and the girls. Around her neck, a beaded red choker. The
scant lacy red push-up bra plumped her breasts nearly to her chin, making them look large and sexy. Below, she wore a matching red thong that
clung so tightly to her mound that the fleshy rise already looked swol en with desire.
When she'd found the smal shopping bag containing the bra and panties in her suitcase yesterday, she never dreamed she'd be so thankful her
friend had snuck it in, with a note that said:
Just in case yon decide to give up the solitude and find yourself some ski stud. Love, Monica.
Wel , she hadn't given up the solitude, nor found a ski stud, but she had the next best thing—a stud with a webcam who wanted her. When al was
said and done, she simply couldn't resist the same excitement she'd experienced last night upon just pretending someone was watching her. Try as she might, she couldn't seem to deny herself the real thing. She remained afraid, but also needy. That need pulsed through her veins as tangible as
the flow of blood.
So she'd final y given in to the temptation. At least for now. She might have regrets later, but in this moment, it was show time. And there would be
no cotton pj s tonight.
She took a deep breath and moved barefoot from the bedroom into the living room, then turned on the lights, but used the dimmer to keep them
soft.
His eyes were on her, she could feel them—instantly.
The very knowledge made her nipples constrict within the scal oped edge of red lace that held her so snugly.
As she moved to the sofa, she felt like she was returning to the scene of a crime. Deliciously wicked. Her cunt vibrated against its lace confinement, the tender scratch of the fabric a further titil ation.
Upon sitting down, she gently bit her lip, looked toward the webcam, and spoke quietly. "I wasn't going to do this, but here I am, for reasons I can't
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