Sheryl Bass swung her silver Mazda Miata MX-5 into the driveway of a charming bungalow in suburban LA. She cut the motor, pulled up the handbrake, and then alighted from the little classy roadster. She was dressed in a schoolgirl plaid mini skirt with a body-hugging shirt and wedge sandals. Her lovely face carried simple make-up as she believes that a clean body is all it takes to be looking and feeling good. Her long dark brown hair was swept to the back in a casual updo style. After darting her eyes around her, she stooped to reach the basket of fruits in the car and her skirt rode up to the slope of her bottom for all and sundry to ogle. Shame as no one was in sight. Sheryl has fantastic legs and bottom. It was a pretty quiet and nice place.
She walked up the main door and pressed the doorbell. Dip Nelson with big long slightly curled mane opened the door clad only in his well-worn boxer shorts. Her eyes briefly ogled his crotch and noticed the outlined of his cock slumbering over the bulging contour. She had dated Dip and they hit if off very well. But on the third date, the night they were supposed to romance was called off. Dip had a commercial shoot that wound up in the wee hours of the morning.
Dip was the guy Sheryl discovered in the ‘Guy Without His Shirt', a regular feature in Cosmopolitan Magazine. He worked as a copywriter in an advertising agency and a web designer at the same time. However those credentials didn't get her swoony about him. It's his physical structure. Rugged face with piercing eyes and sensuous lips makes him ideally handsome for her. He matches her heartthrob fantasy from a book she read about a 15th century pussyhound archduke who later on became king and whose infidelity drove his wife insane. And Dip's perfect pecs and legs all the more makes her hot. His picture without his shirt on had become her desktop's wallpaper the day she discovered him and since then fantasized him no end.
It was easy for her to meet Dip. He jogged in the park, which Sherilyn was familiar with. So she laid a trap on him and using her charm the rest was a total breeze just like a walk in the park.
Claire had oranges, grapes, kiwi, apples, and bananas in a basket.
"Hi sweetsome!" He said, eyes all eager.
"Hi to you too handsome!" she said and Dip swooped his hand around her waist and gave her a heart-stopping kiss while taking the basket from her.
"I missed you," Sherilynn said as she huddled his hard body.
"Missed you too, sweetsome."
"How's it hanging?" she asked.
"Tight." He chuckled a little bit.
"Really?" asked the smiling Sherilynn.
"You can bet on that. Thanks for the fruits," he said bringing the basket into the kitchen, picking an apple and running it under the tap water and bit a crunchy bite.
"Hmm, sweet just like you are."
"What are you doing? You're sweating."
"I jogged and was about do this thing right up here," he said pointing to a mechanical contraption. "This thing will send me up and get suspended upside down with the boots hooking up on a bar. He stretched and flexed his muscles and Sheryl couldn't pull off her eyes to his very sex inducing physique. "I do this everyday for 5 to 10 minutes and it's good for the circulation."
Claire watched him swung up and got suspended like a bat.
"I could do that without using the equipment," Sheryl said.