Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 04 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 04

[[[-IF3M-04.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 3: Matrimony Written by: JeremyDCP M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 04: "Ensemble" Kristanna was in one of her patented, silly moods. Aiming the camera lens of her cellular telephone right back at her own face, Kristanna was offering unique (and very strange) expressions as she primped and posed. Even better, Kristanna was using a _highly exaggerated_ and very comical southern accent. After all, Kentucky (and the stereotype of the unique dialect its residents spoke) was just across the river from us here in downtown Cincinnati. Kristanna, though, had taken things to a whole new level. She sounded as if she was from deep in the backwater hills. "I gots grilled shrimp, fry shrimp, buffalo shrimp, barbeque shrimp, shrimp on the bah-bie," Kristanna told the camera, enjoying an evening snack of - you guessed it - shrimp. "I gots shrimp from the seaside, Pacific shrimp, Atlantic shrimp, gulf shrimp, sour shrimp, shrimp soup... shrimp ever'thing." This was actually downright hilarious. Kristanna was butchering that poor accent to no end. I was just glad that she was recording herself. "Ever'body gots shrimp! Even bubblegum gots shrimp." Once Devon suddenly walked into the bedroom, Kristanna turned the camera toward her. She immediately shifted the view downward - toward Devon's cleavage - which was looking oh so fine, all squished up in a body-hugging tank-top that she must have had a massive struggle just to ...

... get into while preparing for bed moments ago. "Those aren't shrimp," Kristanna playfully advised the camera. "Those are JUMBO SHRIMP!" And with that, Kristanna squealed and bounced about in a hysterical fit of laughter. "You're insane," Devon countered, her tone all serious and straightforward, as she waved a menacing finger at Kristanna. Devon then glanced over at me. "Tell her, Jeremy. Tell Krissy that she is one crazy ass, insane chick." I could not tell her anything; I was too preoccupied. Did I mention Kristanna that was dressed up as a schoolgirl? Not only was Kristanna very sweet and kind-hearted, but she was also drop-dead gorgeous. She was trim and fit at 5-foot-11 and 115 pounds, and had long, stylish blonde hair which went down to the center of her back. She had a tight, athletic figure, and the absolute, most perfect set of firm, long legs that I have ever seen on a woman. Kristanna's schoolgirl outfit - she was feeling quite mischievous tonight, and had decided to play _dress up_ for me - was a definite sight to behold. Kristanna could most assuredly teach anyone a lesson or two, wearing a two-tone (black and gray) bra and a black open front cropped tie top that was fastened at her midriff, yet left both her toned, flat stomach, and her cleavage fully exposed. The 25-year-old also had on an incredibly flimsy gray schoolgirl plaid mini-skirt; it was so sinful and small that the crotch of her white cotton panties was visible, with her little, puffy muffin trying to ...