My Best Friend's Nymph (A Misadventure)
The cell phone at my hip finally beeped at ten minutes after nine that night. Finally! My friend had left his house as well as his insatiable wife at home. Jack was going into town for a beer run and town was fifteen minutes away, one way. We had planned a beer guzzling soiree that night, yet Leela and I had an idea for pre-party entertainment.
We had planned it for weeks. Jack was insanely jealous and rarely left her at home alone. Even when the guy went to piss, he darted out the bathroom as though she had mysteriously found a way to get extra curricular kicks. Plan A - Leela would answer my knocking wearing only a towel.
She swung the door open at the first hint of my purring car engine. The small towel only covered her extremities, yet left her full honey-tanned hips bare. I gently pushed her inside the door and locked it behind me.
I dropped to my knees, licking and slurping her exotic vermilion painted toes, perfectly symmetrical; tanned and tasty as well. I nearly blew at the hint of her faint panting as my lips found her ankle, firm calf and those great hips. I took the small bath towel by the corner and gave it a yank.
She immediately covered her small breast with cupped hands.
"Remember, I'm all nipple." she smiled.