Boys will be Girls

He opened four small bottles of cognac from the liquor cabinet and poured them into brandy glasses he found on the shelf above the cabinet. He sauntered toward the leather covered sofa in front of a fireplace that appeared to have a gas fired log awaiting a flick of a switch. He set the glasses on the table next to the sofa and attended to the fire. Just at the moment it burst into flame he heard Marilyn's voice behind him. Turning he found she'd taken off her blouse and skirt and had somehow found a silk peignoir that hung open down the front. She must have carried the diminutive gown in her purse he mused, his eyes taking in the exciting spectacle.

A triangle of red silk covered the mound where slender thighs came together. A red garter belt circled her narrow waist, long straps reaching down to hold the top of sheer, lace trimmed nylons. She was still wearing those dazzlingly high heels. Her brassiere fully covered those deliciously full breasts, but the translucent nylon cups permitted him to see erect nipples rising from darker circles at the center of each mound. Jack was surprised to feel his organ stirring within his jeans once again.

Marilyn walked slowly toward him, her hips swinging sensually from side to side. As she stepped to his side she casually pulled the peignoir closed before leaning close to kiss his lips. They quickly eased into one another's arms and once again he was treated to the pleasure of heavy breasts against his chest as well as fingers caressing his erection. His hands slid down her back until they spread over those round cheeks he'd so appreciated just a few moments before. Clearly Marilyn was wearing thong panties because her firm bottom was naked except for the soft silk. He lifted the peignoir until his fingers were caressing bare skin. Their lips parted and Marilyn tilted her head back until their eyes met.

"You want to play with my bottom, I can tell." Her hips thrust against his erection, then back toward his caressing hands. "Maybe you want to fuck my little ass. Is that it sweetheart?" His fingertips slid between the cheeks, slowly tracing the cord holding her panties in place that ran along the crevice. He smiled.