The incessant pounding on my apartment door was hard to ignore. I knew who it was, and I knew if I didn't answer it, she would send me 20 messages in a space of five minutes. I was literally fucked now!
I opened the door and sure enough, there was Denise Landry, my kryptonite! She was long and lean, and her tits were practically hanging out of her tank top. Tanned from head to toe with open sandals displaying her freshly manicured digits painted in hot pink.
My body shuddered in a mental orgasm.
She marched in with a flip of her platinum blond hair.
"Well looks like you are not going to offer me to come in, so I will take it upon myself to come in!" She said that in a rough voice.
She was toying with a half-smoked Marlboro ciggie in her right hand.
She leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth and I tasted the bittersweet taste of nicotine as she did.
I was half turned off and half turned on. She grated on my ears like grit. But as I say 'The grit inside the oyster irritates so much it creates a pearl!"
This was Denise. Over time you couldn't help but love her. She could be upfront and honest and annoy the shit out of you, but when you needed her, she brought it all home.
I smiled and knew my cock was stirring as she pressed in tight, the fabric between us. She is in her gray terry cloth short skirt and me in my Nike running shorts.
"Fuck it's hot honey!" She said and it was off to the races with her. You listen to her babel about her life and try to interject a few words now and then!
She plopped herself on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. I hesitated for a moment. But she smiled all seductively and my will melted.
I sat next to her, and she patted my knee, her long fingers brushed my cock.
Oh yeah even though she was married, she loved a good flirt and tryst in my bed.
