Room 139--06

"Which ones?" asked Michelle.

"The ones you brought me in the bathroom."

"You mean my underwear, Missy! But you can wear 'em. Here."

Michelle balled them up and threw them at me.

I began laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked Kelly.

"Just something Wendy told me. By the way, where is she?"

"By the mirror—as usual!" said Kelly.

I put on the underwear and went over to her.

Wendy was holding up costumes in the mirror. She was naked.

"What do you think? she said, holding up a tiny leotard covered with neon rhinestones and a lime green swirl of a skirt.

"I think you'd have to put the clothes down, first."

"Come on. This is serious. I need to decide."

She picked up another costume, a black corset with black sequins and short, black fringe hanging from the bottom.

"What do you think of this one?"

"Woof!"

She laughed and considered it again in the mirror.

I studied Wendy from behind. The swell of her hips perfectly accommodated her irresistible, peach-shaped ass. Her creamy, pale skin was flawless, and in exquisite contrast to her dark-brown hair. Her waist formed the base of a beautiful, V-shaped torso. I watched the supple undulations of her shoulders as she modeled the costume.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her neck and kissed her. I marveled at the heat. At the softness of her skin. Wendy turned, dropped the costume and put her arms around me. She closed her eyes and tilted her face upwards.

I kissed her on the mouth. It was a long, slow, languorous kiss. I felt the surge of desire. Her breathing quickened, and she whispered "Yes". "Now."

We lay down by the sink. She rolled my panties down and mounted me, the hot pink silk of her pussy caressing and urging my cock. I could feel the delicious heat of her thighs on my hairless skin, and wanted more. I raised my hips to meet her.