Angie is a very attractive woman. She has beautiful fire red hair that is wavy and past her waist. She stands all of 5'2 and weighs 110lbs if that. She has perfect 34 B tits, which at 30 (though she doesn't look a day over 21) still stand just as perky as they were in high school. Her eyes appear to shine with intensity as they take in her surroundings, a magnificent, burning, deep purple. So deep you might vie to make her see you. And oh, when she does peer at you from under those smooth eyelids, giving you her full attention, and her eyes connect with yours, she can make you feel as if you want to look further, to dive deep into those passionate depths. The pools of violet can have you longing to make her smile or laugh, one so as that it will reach those eyes and make them light up and sparkle with happiness.
A small, well-formed nose, high, aristocratic cheekbones lead to that sweet smile. That smile, with full, pouty, deep red lips that rest between two slight dimples, she can make the strongest mans heart flutter like a weak butterfly inside his chest. To watch her seductive lips part in a slight but gentle smile, could melt the iciest of hearts.
Her complexion is flawless, the smoothest, prettiest olive complexion, which was unusual for a red head to not be pale and freckled, and not one freckles dares flaw her perfect little body. Angie could have been a model if she was just taller, but she was happy being short. It got her lots of attention, and that she thrived on. Her body was perfectly proportioned except her butt was a little on the ghetto side. That was okay with her because she received many of compliments on her round behind.
When she walks into a room, her tiny but perfect figure seems to float about. Her clothing always mold to every dip and grove of her body, without showing a single sign of imperfection. Her graceful curves are accentuated by her every movement.
She's also the cutest and spunkiest little thing you have ever met, and you just can't help but be drawn to her. Angie was just one of those people that everyone loved to be around. Everyone knew she was beautiful, you couldn't miss it, but Angie never let on one bit that she was pretty or ever acted like she was any better than anyone else. Everyone in her eyes were just as beautiful as she was. People often laughed and commented that she had to have either been a fairy, sprite, or pixie reincarnated as a human.
The thing about Angie that made her the object of most men's and even the women's desires was the rumor that she had the most insatiable appetite for sex. Most every man and woman that knew Angie or even came in the briefest contact with her couldn't help but to fantasize about having her gorgeous, petite body wiggling in ecstasy as they pleasured every part of her.
Everyone knew that Angie kept her sex life to herself. There was only one person that any of her friends knew that had actually had sex with Angie. He was one of the first people to meet her when she was new to the city. Of course he bragged to everyone, that like most red heads she was a wild thing in bed, and could not be tamed. He told everyone that she wanted sex constantly, and that she would be in heaven if she could get laid 24/7. That just made everyone want her more. He also let it slip that Angie was into showing off and loved taking the risk of having sex in public and getting caught, that it would send her into super intense orgasms. She loved kinky wild sex, the type that you pounded her so hard you thought you were going to break her little body in half.
The more he told about his and Angie's sex life the more everyone wanted her, and made them try even harder to get in her pants. But, you could see in his eyes that his flame for Angie had never died, and he blamed himself for them not working out, because he said that he just couldn't satisfy her wild side. That she wanted more than he could bring himself to do. He was not comfortable with her outrageous sexual adventures. So they parted ways, but still remained friends. That was the last and only relationship that any of her friends knew about. Guess that was another thing that drew people to her, was the secret life they knew she had to lead. If it was true on what Bret said about her constantly wanting and needing sex they new she had to be getting it somewhere. If her friends only knew, the life she led behind closed doors......
Angie knew what was going to happen that night. She had a gut feeling that Sergio was going to make her fantasy come true. She had been anticipating this surprise for months now. Her body tingled all over as she thought about her fantasy. She packed her bags getting ready for the weekend. Geo had called earlier in the week and told her they were going away for the weekend and to be ready for him by 6pm Friday evening. Angie checked her clock again and it was only five. She was about to go nuts waiting for the time to pass.
"Will six ever get here?" she said to an empty house.
Angie went through the house again just to make sure she had grabbed everything she would need. As she walked through the empty house she ran her hands along the edges of the furniture and closed her eyes. She could already feel his lusty hands feeling all over her body. God sex with Geo has been wonderful, but he wasn't around enough for her sexual desires. Angie wanted sex everyday and several times a day if she could get it. But, she had long ago given up on finding a man that could keep up with her prowess. So she settled for great sex, but just couldn't get it as much as she wanted.
