Fiery Passion : * Short Stories

ore from dancing and walking on the waterfront before the rain started. Everything went so well that she didn’t want to

nd tinted highlights. Her date with Mike had been a fluke thing set up by friends

throom. She started the water in her antique tub, making steam rise

ly underwear, she noticed her breasts were very perky and had what was referred to as a teardrop-shaped ass. It was a nice body. T

y. Flustered, she turned the faucet off and stepped gingerly

but not her other ache. Becca drifte

nd the bran

head on the pillow and sipped her brandy. She lifted her hand up and f

ulsing against her lower abdomen as she raised her hips. She closed her ey

he tub to let it hang, the water splashed between her legs and against her already aroused clit. The hot water s

over the edge of the tub and gl

ing the water clash with her heat. With each pound of the water she imagined it was Mike. The water licked her pink flesh and

nued letting the water caress her and she saw Mike reflected in the mirror, looking at her through the w

d them. Small twists of her nipples added the needed boost to the rhythmic probing from her fingers. In her mind she saw his massive hands groping her petite frame almost envelopin

He was breathing heavily and his hand was pressing against his crotch. Her mind wandered as she

part inside her pussy and the firm rubb

of emotions wash over her as she came. She melted back into the tub.

and didn’t see Mike anywhere. She thought

no avail. In the living room, she turned the lights off and saw a shadow standing on

shed against the opening of her robe and exposed her naked body. Mike looked down and whispered quietl

ered back, “I am yours tonight, an

back inside the living room. At the doorway, she stopped him and knelt down to take his shoes

l oven. Her arm reached under him and her small hand grabbed his ass as she clenched his leg like a snake wrap