1. Big Cock Fantasy - Part 5


    Date: 11/12/2014, Categories: Interracial, Author: JWren, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    bacon, that okay?” “Sure,” I said, and sniffed to absorb the pleasant smell of the cooking eggs. “That’s great, thanks.” “Coffee’s in the pot over there.” She pointed the spatula. “Help yourself. Mugs and cups in the cupboard above the pot.” She turned back to her cooking and added quite loudly, “And take off that kimono. Your body’s too delicious to hide.” I obediently slipped off the robe and tossed it on to the breakfast bar. I got a mug of coffee, adding a little milk. It was strong, hot and hit the spot. “Where’s Justin?” “He’s upstairs dressing,” said Gaynor without turning around. “A job’s come up for him and it’s a fair distance away. He’s gotta pick up his date at noon and then head for some garden party or something. Charity-raiser, I think.” “Oh,” was all I could think to say. A minute or so later, Gaynor broke the silence when she declared, “Okay, grub’s up,” and turned with a plate in either hand and walked towards the breakfast bar where she had prepared two place settings. I watched, fascinated, at Gaynor’s progress across the kitchen. Her firm boobs wobbled ever-so slightly and her hips and rear-end swayed delightfully. Plates deposited on the counter, she perched her bottom on a high stool, placed her feet on the low rung and swiveled. It was all so lithe and graceful. I put one heel on the bottom rung of my stool, hitched up on to the seat and spun round, rapidly grabbing the counter edge to stop me spinning too far. Definitely not elegant or suave. As I ...
    was chewing my food, Justin appeared at my side. “Been lovely to meet you, Jen,” he said, offering his hand. It seemed incongruous, after all the sexual activity we’d shared, to be shaking hands. I guessed the professional escort mode was in operation. I swallowed, wiped my lips with the back of my left hand, turned slightly on the stool and took his hand. Thankfully, before I could speak, he leaned his head and kissed my lips, still lightly greased by omelette and bacon. “Hope I see you another time,” he said, his brown eyes boring into my face. “Yes, me too,” I managed, holding on to his hand. Then, with more composure, I added, “It’s been a pleasure and I’ll never forget it, or you. Take care, Justin.” He smiled at me, looked down at our locked hands, and I belatedly released my grip. “I’ll see you to the door,” said Gaynor, dismounting elegantly from her stool and slipping an arm through his. I watched them go and then forked up my last bit of bacon, chewed it and helped it down with a swallow of lukewarm coffee. Ugh! I got off my stool as Gaynor strode back into the kitchen, heading straight for me with arms held out. We embraced, our cool bodies squashed together, breasts, stomachs and thighs melting into one form. “It’s been lovely,” I said looking up into Gaynor’s face. She smiled, displaying all those white teeth without a trace of omelet or bacon. How does she do it? “Yes, it has,” she nodded. “I’m so glad it went well with Justin. I knew it would.” “Mmm,” I said, my ...
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