Jenelle's adventurous soul lived in every aspect of her daily activities. Her job: the fast-paced world of commodities trading. Her apartment: A trendy loft in a part of the city barely inside an area the realtors would tell you is undergoing gentrification. Her food: anything new, spicy, exotic. Her men: wildly different, each and every one, but all drawn to Jenelle's smoky sensuality and lithe body like gamblers to a roulette wheel.
The sex she enjoyed was adventurous, too. Always safe, but always a bit toward the edge. It suited her.
Occasionally women, especially young, pretty, naive ladies who found her exciting to be around.
Mostly men. She loved their scent, their strong arms and shoulders, the way they could enfold her yet treasure her.
And firm, rounded butts. Jenelle loved boy butts and girl butts. Mostly with the women it was to gaze at a truly beautiful work of nature. Sometimes to touch, but far more often to gaze appreciatively at a well-chosen pair of snug jeans as a sassy lady walked in the opposite direction or to savor the enormously fetching sight of a tight pair of boy shorts on a toned female body at the beach.
With her men, though, Jenelle reveled in the view of their naked backsides. Loved to touch, to graze her lips across the rounded globes while she held their firm, erect cocks in a reach-around. Adored the feeling of her hands gripping their cheeks and kneading the strong muscles there.
And lately, the insane sexiness of spreading them open to her view, to teasing them, making them beg for her gentle caresses of their cute little puckered orifices.
It was such a turn-on to see their hidden openings, the places she loved to slide her fingers inside while she sucked their throbbing cocks.
All her men had great asses. It was a prerequisite for her attentions. Handsome faces were, too, but merely a handsome face without the body that promised firm glutes would not get far with Jenelle. That her blonde good looks, perky B-cup tits, and flat belly and toned bottom from her aerobics and spinning classes guaranteed she had the goods to attract such men was, well, perfect.
So with Duncan it had progressed to massage and penetration of his twitching opening after a playful spanking of his nude bottom as he stretched across her lap (following, of course, some purely manufactured reason that he had been naughty and needed to be punished with open-palmed smacks administered to his naked butt). Duncan enjoyed the role play, especially the sensuous lotioning of his bottom after the brief spanking had turned his cheeks just the palest shade of pink.
God, that pinkness on his firm, sexy butt! thought Janelle. It was incredibly erotic.
The lotioning after the spanking—how delicious was that? His warm skin under her palms as she cooed to him, "Poor baby. You need some lotion on your naughty little butt, don't you?"
He usually didn't answer. He didn't have to. The way he squirmed and arched his butt up under her hands said everything both of them needed to know.
That and the erect seven inches that forced itself between Jenelle's thighs as she continued her tease.
His breathing would become heavier as she tightened the circles of her massage inward, working ever closer to the center of his sexual soul.
Then, in what was inevitably accompanied by Duncan's indrawn breath of anticipation, she would slide a lotioned finger in between his cheeks to begin a torturously intense tease of his eager asshole.
"Maybe you've learned your lesson, young man, and deserve a reward," she often said, sliding a slick fingertip directly across his crinkled opening, intimating what his reward would be. "You'd like a reward, wouldn't you?"
"Yes. Please."
The answer was always the same.
No response from her at that point. She loved to tease him because it made her so incredibly horny. It was absolutely delicious knowing that it made him horny, as well.
Just more lazy circles around the edge of his asshole with one slippery finger while she pried him open with the other hand.
"Please."
The second request always made her smile, made her pussy twitch and get even wetter.
"Show me." With those words she would place her hands on his cheeks and pull him completely open to her gaze, thrilled at what he was going to surrender to her, how he was going to be absolutely exposed and vulnerable in utter, naked lust for her to give him the most intimate sexual caress possible.
What a sexy display he would put on for her then! What he did inevitably caused ripples of electricity to shiver up her spine when she saw him release, surrender, and invite, all with an unmistakable desperation communicated with the simple act of allowing a small opening to appear at the center of where she would enter him.
She would savor the moment, barely able to contain her lust to be inside of him, yet desperate to draw out the anticipation for them both in order to amp up the intensity of the exchange. It was so very, very sexy, erotic, even loving, to know that he trusted her to share this special tease with him, trusted her with a part of him hidden from everyone, even from previous lovers.
"Please."
The third time is the charm, she once thought during their little games, and she released one cheek to tap him lightly where he had opened for her. "Here?"
His cock was always throbbing at this point. She could feel its pulse between her thighs.
He would moan in desperation and arch upward, trying to draw her finger inside.
It was too much for her to stand. She would slide the length of her finger inside, probing deeply. Her erect clit, snug inside its tunnel as she squirmed, trying to get some kind of pressure against it, was her personal testament to how erotic she found the act of finger-fucking her man in the ass.