Paula Trickey pt. 1: The Sweetest Dream
Man I was so fucking tired. And pissed. Why? Believe me, you don't want to know... But maybe the worst thing for the day was that I had missed one of my favorite shows, Pacific Blue. Not that I gave a fuck about the story or something, but it starred one woman who is like an answer to my prayers. Paula Trickey. You know, everyone has their mold, their imaginery vision of the perfect lover. And if you want me to describe the sexiest woman to ever pierce the surface of this planet with her spiked heels, well then I should describe Officer Cory McNamara aka Paula Trickey.
Let's see, where should I start from? Only one look at this tanned body... this creamy skin, so soft and smooth, and my libido breaks me. Man, I sure have a thing for olive skin. I'm a fool for it. Maybe because I don't have it. You know, one is attracted to and interested in what they can't have, it's called ambition, or foolishness. But let's stick to the topic, cause Paula has a lot more to offer. Like those long luscious (and tanned, of course) legs for example, or that nice round butt and those big, huge, ideal... Tits. Paula sure has the finest pair of jugs I have ever laid my eyes on, so full and inviting, barely covered by some flimsy see-through material for most of the time, struggling not to tear it apart into millions of pieces. I just love her braless style, it's so good to know that there's at least one chick out there who likes to parade in tight thin tops with no bra, breasts bulging, nipples hard and jutting out, and not being a slut/whore/bitch. Such a comforting thought it is, indeed, to know that a lady this beautiful is willing to show off her curves. Thank you, Paula.
I was already rock hard with my thoughts lost in this fantasy when I heard a knock on the door. Strange, I thought.
"Who is it?" I asked angrily, obviously bored. Nobody answered.
"Who the fuck is it?" I asked again, this time sounding pathetic. Nothing.
"Who.."
"It's me..." a soft warm voice said. Hm, weird, I knew this voice from somewhere. I got off the bed and walked to the door. Once I opened it, oh man, I nearly fainted. What I saw made my heart beat like a war drum, I went weak in the knees, drops of sweat on my forehead. It was her, Paula, the Queen of my Dreams.
I couldn't move at all, I just stayed there amazed and stupified, inhaling the scent of the goddess before me. My eyes crawled up her tanned body. She was wearing five inch black high heels, her sleek legs glistening, coated with some kind of lubricant, looking even more beautiful. They were breathtaking, glowing with the light coming from behind the curtains. She also had a long white shirt on that stopped just below her ass. Her fingernails were well manicured, and her face, it was a work of art, a masterpiece. Full, passionate lips, snub nose, deep, magnetic, intoxicating cat eyes, her hair spilling over her shoulders. I was stunned, astonished, completely overwhelmed.
"It's me, Paula," she said smiling sofly.
"May I come in?" she raised her eyebrow. Dumbfounded, I spluttered something that made her smile at me, and just seconds later Paula Trickey was on my bed! I slammed the door after hanging a please do not disturb sign and sat next to her, taken aback.
"Do you like surprises?" she asked almost whispering.
"Only pleasent ones" I managed to say, my voice still a bit shaky.
"How did you.."
"Shh..." she put her index finger on my lips sending shivers up and down my spine.
"Let me do the talking." With that she got off the bed and started unbuttoning her shirt.
"Are you ready for me baby?" she cooed. I wasn't. I just sat there not believing my own eyes and ears. My cock already rock hard, pressing against my pants.
"I see you approve what you see" she smiled noticing the bulge.
"Do you even know how beautiful you are?" I asked, regaining my confidence.
"So charismatic and magnetic... lovely, sexy.."
"Thank you, you're so nice."
She was so nice, I barely held my tears. Normally I'm not a random fool who gets carried away by every attractive lady out there, but Paula was different. She was so perfect...
I was beginning to dive into my imagination again when her voice gently stroked my ears.
"Just for a taste of things to come..." and her shirt fell to the floor. My eyes widened. There she was, standing in front of me, naked, except for the high heels and a black satin thong. She turned around so that now her butt was mere inches from my face, bent over and started sliding off her g-string very slowly.
"Anxious?" she teased, testing my patience. When her panties finally came off, I noticed a slightly visible thong tan line. She turned to face me. I saw that her mound was smoothly shaven, then my eyes snaked up her body passing her flat tight stomach, and stopping at her unbelievable DD's. They were huge, but not sagging, with big dark hard eraser-like nipples, and they were tanned all over as well. In a few words, the perfect pair of tits.
I stood up and we kissed passionately. I ran my hands down that luscious body of hers while her tongue was trying to tear my tonsils off and make me mute. I touched her boobs, my dick was like a time bomb ready to explode any moment. I grabbed a handful of her right breast and was amazed how large it actually was, my palm covered less than a half of it! I was engulfed by the feeling, hot and cold waves of tension and passion were running through my whole body. My hands went to her smooth back and all the way down to her silky buttocks, stopping for a while at her slim waist. Her skin was so nice to touch, like velvet, making the experience incredibly arousing.
