Jack lay in bed in their shared apartment as Christine got ready and told him about her upcoming date with Marco.
Just the sounds coming from in there -- the soft pad of her bare feet on the tile, the delicate clinking of bottles -- was enough to thicken jacks cock in his pants.
Christine was a beautiful woman but more relevant in this moment, she was very fuckable.
Jack watched as she stepped out of the bathroom and gave him a full view of her tight young body. At just twenty four years old she had a lot to learn but she knew cock well. Jack lustily ran his eyes over every inch of her, 5'3, 165lb glorious body, naked and slick with lotion. He pictured her skin gleaming under the bathroom light, those incredible curves he knew so intimately catching the shimmer. Thirty-six DD tits, full and ripe, a waist that nipped in perfectly before exploding into that magnificent 45 inch ass -- a true, fat, glorious ass that had earned her the nickname amongst his friends: 'Big Booty Beauty'.
Christine had shoulder-length blonde straight hair framing a face that's first noticeable feature was her bright green eyes and full red lips.
He watched her now, running her hands over those curves, the lotion slicking over her breasts, down her stomach, over her freshly waxed cunt and then down to those hips and that ass. He knew that ass intimately, the way it jiggled when she walked, the soft give of it when he cupped it in his hands.
A slow smile stretched across Jack's face as he watched her lay out her planned outfit. That red pencil skirt, scandalously short, clinging to every curve of her lower body. Topping it off with a white blouse, cut low enough to offer glimpses of the tops of her massive tits. Christine would be a walking, talking wet dream.
His cock stirred, and deposited a few more drops of precum into his boxers.
Just beyond where he could see, waiting on the bathroom counter, lay a small constellation of possibilities -- the jewelry and final touches she would use to complete her transformation. A velvet box sat open, revealing a tangle of earrings: delicate hoops that would barely graze her earlobes, bold, dangling chains that would sway with every turn of her head, and glittering studs that promised a subtle sparkle. Beside it, a small, almost innocent-looking dish held a collection of rings, from simple bands to bolder statement pieces, each capable of drawing attention to her slender fingers.
But it was at the edge of this counter where her attention lay. she knew exactly what would drive jack crazy. Christine owned a collection of butt plugs in a variety of sizes and designs. Her eyes kept drifting back to the butt plugs. they were the unspoken center of attention, the pieces that added a layer of daring and secret knowledge to her ensemble. The earrings and rings were for the world, for anyone who might glance her way. But a butt plug? That was for Jack. A slow smile curved her lips. The earrings, the rings -- they were just details. The real statement tonight was already made, silently and intimately, by the little secret waiting to be worn beneath her skirt. With a decisive move, she picked up the butt plug. It felt cool and smooth in her hand, and for a fleeting moment, she held it up, turning it towards the doorway, knowing, knowing Jack was watching.
She didn't need to see him to feel his gaze. It was a weight on her skin, a heated anticipation that radiated from the bedroom and wrapped around her like a physical touch. Let him imagine, let him ache a little. She held the plug a moment longer, then, with a deliberate slowness, turned her back to the doorway, presenting her bare ass to his view. she turned her head so he could see what would follow. she opened her mouth and extended her tongue and put the butt plug in her mouth and began sucking on it so to cover it with as much saliva as she could muster while giving Jack a good show. then she,
with one hand, reached behind her, spreading her cheeks slightly. She could practically feel Jack's eyes widening, picturing the intimate vulnerability of the gesture. Taking a breath, she guided the tapered tip of the spit covered plug towards her asshole. She paused there, letting him imagine the sensation, the slight resistance, the eventual yielding as it slipped inside.
"You like that?" she murmured, her voice just loud enough to carry to the bedroom, husky with burgeoning desire. She knew he could hear her, knew he was hanging on every word, every rustle of movement.
With a final, smooth push, the butt plug slid fully into place. A soft sigh escaped her lips, part discomfort, part theatricality. She knew the slight widening of her stance, the subtle shift in her posture, would be visible even from a distance. It was a small change, but a significant one, a silent signal that something intimate and exciting was now happening beneath the surface.
She let her hands drop, leaving the plug nestled deep within her. For another long moment, she remained facing away from the door, allowing Jack to absorb the image, to let the anticipation build. Then, slowly, deliberately, she turned back around, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She reached for the lotion again, this time squeezing a generous amount into her palm.
Looking directly towards the doorway now, as if she could see right through it to Jack on the bed, she began to massage the lotion into her breasts, her movements slow, circular, and overtly sensual.
Christine leaned against the doorframe, a sly smile playing on her lips as she continued to massage the lotion into her skin. Looking directly at Jack, she said, 'You know, Marco has been hinting all week about tonight. He's been missing this.'" She turned slightly, giving Jack a clear view of her red skirt clinging to her curves. "In fact," she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I'm wearing this little friend for him tonight. He's expecting his big cock in my ass later, and I like to be prepared."
