Virginia’s Luxurious Evening

Jason stared at the expanse of smooth, soft golden skin, her pretty knees and the gorgeous, hard penis standing upright as if it were a thick pole. Its head was stretched and pinkish tan, the once-small cleft now an open hole. With her heartbeat it gently throbbed. Virginia watched, aroused and warm with desire, proud of her length and fatness, pleased with the effect of her smooth, soft flesh and the contrasting blonde curls of her pubic bush…..

Thoughts of that evening with her mother looking on, finger inserted into her own pussy and her clit swelling into a miniature digit, the sensation of Jason tenderly stroking her stiff cock, and her own pleasure with herself provided the backdrop for her arousal on this evening alone. Was someone elsewhere in another wing of the building quietly watching her through the unshielded windows of her office? She rather hoped so. She ran her hands over her breasts and abdomen, relishing her softness and the smooth sensation of her body.

Perhaps just a feather touch of her swollen cock, its weight lying at a partially raised angle upward toward her breasts…. No, to touch herself would bring on climax; she wanted to delay that as long as possible. Instead, she flipped at her nipple rings and relived the times she had worn low-neck sweaters that had shifted to expose a breast and its gold adornment. She glanced at her navel pendant, the three strands of Mikimoto pearls that lay to the right of her navel.

Perhaps just a single caress of the swollen beauty standing guard over her lower abdomen and upper thighs? No, her desire was to restrain the luscious, gently swelling commotion inside, that erotic burning sensation in her thighs. She thought of her hair and its weight, the way it flew about her face, its waves and curls, its loveliness and unusual density and length for a male. She turned her face to the right and felt her hair, uncut since childhood, her cloak of gold.

She throbbed with delectable warmth and desire.