She was perfect, five foot nine inches tall long perfect legs. Legs that a guy would die for. Lauren had firm 36c tits that toped off her 28 year old body. Her face was that of a princess. She had blue eyes and lips so sweet you would beg to feel the soft touch on yours.
I watched her walk across the room in a short tan Fredrick's of Hollywood skirt. It was so short your imagination just ran wild. Her feet fit in a pair of black 4inch high heeled sandal type shoes. Her top was a black halter that had the threads hollering "Help me", from the way her tits stood firm against the material.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her in fear of missing a curve on her body. I watched as she sat across from me on the couch and my heart fell to my feet as she crossed her long legs. She wasn't wearing panties! I caught a glimpse of her shaved smooth pussy! God how I wanted this women.
She smiled at me as she saw the flustered look in my eyes. Then she spoke to me in such a sweet in control tone, with a cute little laugh behind it. Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you. I took a deep breath and started to speak when her perfume hit my senses. I stopped my words and thought about the fragrance that caught all my attention as I gazed at this beautiful woman. No words came from my mouth as my lips moved to tell her what a dream she is to a guy like me. The word Damn and a long sigh was the only thing that escaped from me. I tried to hide the excitement of her presence growing in my jeans.
Lauren knew that she was in control of me. She re crossed her legs again took forever to do it. She gave a new meaning to slow motion. My heart pounded with every little step she took to cross her legs. No words came out of my moving lips again. I looked into her eyes and she smiled at me and batted her eyes in a joking manner. This woman knew she had me at her mercy.