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Glamour Shots, Chapter 17

Date: 1/23/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 25, Source: LushStories

not planning on going out again, are we?” “Not that I’m aware of.” “Good! For now, then…” She dug around in the dryer and pulled out the mesh bag in which she washes and dries what she refers to as her ‘delicates’, on the delicate cycle. Scrounging around in the bag she pulled out my little leopard-skin thong, the pouch one, with no butt floss, and tossed it to me. “Here, wear this.” To the best of my knowledge, it was the first article of clothing (such as it is) that I had ever owned to qualify for inclusion within the exalted and sacred sanctum of the delicates bag, with all of her little feminine treasures; I wasn’t sure how I felt about that fact. “This thing? Under my sweats? Babe, I kind of got used to it last night, but it’s really not all that comfortable.” She eyed me mischievously. “Not under – instead of!” “That’s all? Nothing else? You know, it’s really not that warm in here…” “We’ll turn the heat up.” “So what am I supposed to be, your sex toy?” It wasn’t an entirely disagreeable thought, but still… That mischievous look again. “Sure! You got a problem with that?” “Well, no…” I paused “…but I’m not, I can’t, I mean, you know it won’t…” She laughed. “No, I know. You wear that, and I’ll wear just my little leopard bra and panties, and we can spend the afternoon touching and teasing and admiring each other, and just being together.” “Oh. Well when you put it like that…” So that’s what we did. We cleaned up first because we both had a fair amount of cum and other ... sundry juices on us, and had gotten a bit sweaty rubbing on each other the way we had, and we put on our tiny little garments and enjoyed each other; I ended up with far and away the better end of that deal, touching and admiring my beautiful Allison, so I had nothing to complain about. We turned the heat up to about eighty, which was plenty warm enough; I wanted to be responsible for keeping her nipples erect rather than have it be due to the cold room, and it made no sense to have my genitalia shrivel up in the cold either, when her whole goal was to keep me aroused…which she did. We touched – we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, it seemed – and kissed a lot, and snuggled. Being a fall Sunday, there was football on, but my Broncos had played – and won – on Thursday night; as always, thanks to an east coast media that thinks everyone is as in love with the Giants as they are, we had the Giants – Philly game. The nation is subjected to Giants games far too often, in my opinion - even when they’re lousy, as they were that season - thanks to the fact that the New York sports media is largely unaware that the rest of the nation beyond the Catskills even exists! Anyhow, I couldn’t have cared less about the Giants game, so Alli put in her DVD of ‘Message in a Bottle’, and I watched it with her, holding her in my arms. She got to enjoy Kevin Costner and I got to admire the lovely and talented Robin Wright (Penn, at that time, I believe). He died again (Kevin, not Sean) - you’d ...