It was a little after 3am. And I was tossing and turning waiting for Christine to come home. Christine was my girlfriend at the time. She was 25 with long Blond red hair and a great body. But her best feature was her amazing pussy. She had the picture perfect pussy. It was always soft and bald and smelled like that melon body lotion she always wore. She was so meticulous about her pussy. Always making sure that her pink ass hole was smooth too. Anyway, all I could think about was where she was and what she was doing.
Tonight was a Thursday night, and she had work at 9AM. The next day. This was not like her to stay out late on week days. Then I heard the front door shut and heard her soft steps creep down the hall, witch now seemed never-ending. Then instead of quietly sneaking under the covers, she turned on the light and shook me frantically. I was jolted and sat up trying to find out what was going on.