Cheryl is my wife's best friend. Her mother is Asian and her father Caucasian. Rather than the average of the beauty of both races, she is the product. At what she would consider to be her worst, she is butterflies in your stomach cute. When she is all dolled up, like she was at her wedding and our rehearsal dinner, she is soul shaking, devastatingly beautiful.
Her brown almond shaped eyes mirror her inescapable elegance and inner beauty. Her lips and mouth are sensual an sexy. When she laughs I want to ravish her. Her bust is excitingly full and wonderfully shaped. Her petite frame enhances this feature. Her cute buns are, well…cute. They beckon me to squeeze and fondle them. I imagine taking her from behind and watching the shock waves from my thrusts rippling across her checks.
We have this picture of her in a boat. She is sitting and her hair is wet. Her gorgeous mouth is blooming with a smile. Just below her prize mouth is her womanly cleavage. I must confess that I have taken that picture with me behind locked doors more than once.
Truthfully, her mouth is my favorite aspect of her. When she smiles I am filled with the desire to kiss her. I want to feel her full lips against mine. I want to suck on her lower lip. I want her to go down on me and caress my organ with her sexy mouth. I want to look in to her eyes as she does me and watch her lips on my cock.
I have many fantasies of Cheryl.
Cheryl and I are alone in my house. It is late in the morning, around 10 or so. I have already showered and I am dressed. Cheryl is in the upstairs bathroom taking a shower.
I hear the water running and I imagine the rivulets traveling and tracing her body. Down her pretty raven hair and the soft skin of her back the water runs. The water travels between her cute cheeks to land on the shower floor. She turns and the water peppers her beautiful face to run down her kissable neck. As she moves the water alternates between sliding between her breasts to flow in her dream like cleavage, to rushing down the great swell of her breasts, colliding with her hard nipples, to leap from her body.
My daydream engorges my desire. I enjoy the pressure of my hard cock swollen in my jeans. I feel the wet beginnings of my precum. "Enough!" I think. "I gotta go organize that damn crap hole I call an office." Thankfully the water has stopped running so my mind can focus on more productive things.
I am still rock hard as I walk up stairs. Flashing thoughts of her body tease me continuously. Before I get to the top of the stairs I hear the bathroom door open. I am rewarded with an Angel. Her wet hair is wrapped in a towel and her petite body is bundled in a cozy robe. With her other attributes masked it draws my attention to her face. I am electrified.
Her face with out make up is adorable! "Her fresh clean showered body is naked under that robe" my cock chimes in. "Crap!" I think as I realize my aching hard on is quite visible in my jeans. I should go downstairs but I am caught by her beauty. She smiles and my penis twitches in its confinement.
"Good morning" she says.
"Morning sunshine" I reply.
I have not taken the last step up the stairs. I become aware that I am fixated on Cheryl. She becomes self-conscious and yields a nervous laugh as she walks towards me and the guest room. I still cannot take my eyes off her and I wonder what my gaze conveys. I hope I don't look like a lustful dolt. I am powerless to do anything but look at her.
Her rich brown eyes leave my gaze and travel down. "Great" I think. "She sees my hard on." Her eyes meet mine. She is wearing a nervous giddy girl smile. God what she does to me! She stops in front of me. We have not said a word to each other. She removes the towel from her hair. Her dark hair is wet and falls on her shoulders. A few wet locks fall teasingly across her pretty face. Her wet hair is very sexy to me.
With out thinking I reach up to brush her hair from her face. Her eyes are locked on mine and as my hand touches her cheek her pretty eyes narrow slightly like a cat being pet. My heart is racing and its rhythm is beating in my ears and head. "Did she just encourage me?" I move to remove the other lock and she moves closer to me. Her eyes are alive with a deep penetrating desire that pumps new life through my racing blood.
Am I really seeing this or am I willing my senses to lie to me? Are my desires clouding my perception? Her hands reach up an cup my face. Her touch, both hands, are harmony and melody to the beat of my heart. Her warm skin electrifies me while becoming part of my body. They belong there.
Emboldened with desire and the swirling feeling of letting go to float in the river of passion, I untie her robe. She is smiling at me. The robe clings to her breasts leaving a channel of delightful skin. Her inviting cleavage draws my attention and I follow the river down to the dark mound between her legs. My eyes swim back up to meet hers.
With her a step higher than me she is a comfortable height for my next move. I part her robe to grab her wonderful hips. I pull her to me. In waterfall exhilaration, our lips meet and my tongue enters her mouth. Our tongues circle each other in roiling desire. The boiling waters of passion toss and turn me with the sensation of her mouth and her hands running through my hair. My hands move to caress, fondle, and squeeze her bottom.
