She's beautiful, naturally. Slowly, Meg removed her pants. The Eagles' "Take It Easy" is playing in the background as she dances around. She begins spinning around with her hands haphazardly held above her head.
"Oh, we got it ea, easy."
She reaches her hands up her back and under her fitted white t-shirt and removes her 36 DD black bra. When she pulls the bra out through her sleeves, like all women seem to know how to do, I can see her large brown areolas through the thin fabric and her protruding nipples in the center of each one. She was wearing her favorite panties—white, soft cotton simple thong. She is incredibly beautiful in her simplicity.
Since I met Meg almost two years ago her long, thick, richly colored auburn hair, intense blue eyes that change from deep to ice blue with her mood, and her firm, toned, tanned and curvy body have haunted my thoughts constantly. Her domineering presence, intelligence, and self-confidence made her all the more desirable to me. Unfortunately, I have never been able to gain the courage to bring our friendship to the next level. Or when I did finally work up enough courage to ask her on a date without our mutual friends, she was always gone on another of her life's adventures.
You see, Meg and I met each other while working together in the café of a large bookstore in Nashville. I've thoroughly enjoyed her company and her presence since her first day on the job when I was the lucky one to begin her training. Our time together was short, though. She was a law student in Chicago, home for the summer and working for some spending money to get her through the summer. At the end of the summer, she went back to school and I thought I had blown my chance of ever being with her forever. Luckily for me, though, she came back during her Christmas break to help out the store during the holiday season and again the next summer while she was studying for the bar.
For the past two years, I have admired from a distance her simple, natural beauty. Tonight I was going to change that. We went to a local bar with some mutual friends and I gave her a ride home since she was not capable of driving. We spent over an hour chatting, talking about her future and our past. When she went inside, I followed her, which brings me to the present.
Her eclectic classic rock playlist was still playing on her computer in the background as she continued to dance around her room, dizzying herself and thoroughly entertaining me. Even drunk she was somehow completely aware of her body and graceful in her fluid movements. Even her breasts seemed graceful as they bounced around in her thin, fitted white t-shirt. Watching her and thinking of all the things I wanted to do and trying to decide what I should do first, I could feel myself getting hard. I couldn't help but to start stroking my 11" cock. She glanced in my direction with a yearning look on her face and began walking in my direction, but her intense gaze seemed to look straight through me. It drove me insane. I couldn't wait to be inside her.
She reached up to her large breasts and began massaging her nipples. Gradually, her right hand left her breast and slowly inched its way down her taught stomach and into her panties. Her eyes closed, head rolled back, and her mouth opened slightly as she began playing with her pierced hood and clit. Slowly, her hand came back up and she began suckling her index and middle fingers. Her hand went back down to her hairless mound and tickled her clit before her two moistened fingers dove into her wet and waiting pussy. Her masturbation continued, as did mine. Her breath quickened and came in shorter bursts and she began moaning. My god. Meg masturbating less than 3 feet in front of me. And cumming all over her thin, long fingers and slender hand. It was too much for me to stand and I came as well.
After her stellar performance, she made her way over to her bed and threw herself down. It was my chance to make my first move. I left the spot where I had been standing, walked to the left, opened her front door she had forgotten to lock, and walked right into her bedroom. She looked so peaceful passed out on her bed. I couldn't wait any longer. Watching her in her peaceful and unsuspecting slumber excited me again and my cock was ready for her. I needed her at that moment. I pulled off my pants and in one swift and fluid motion, I yanked up her right leg, pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, moving her thong aside at the same time, and rammed into her tight, velvety, and still wet pussy. I pulled back to ram her again, and she awoke in a drunken, unknowing stupor.
Desperately, she kicked and tried to grab onto the other edge of the bed to pull away. I was too fast and too strong for her. I rammed into her again, while also leaning forward, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head and pinning one leg on the bed with my body and the other in the air with my other hand.
