Glamour Shots, Chapter 22 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 22

... perfect!” She sighed happily, enjoying my explorations. “That was just an expression, shaving – a euphemism; they all had theirs done by waxing.” “Where do you go for something like that?” I was genuinely curious; in my line of work I was familiar with virtually all of the commercial enterprises in town, and I couldn’t think of any that advertised pussy waxing on their store or pylon signs. I continued to slowly and gently fuck her dripping pussy with my fingers, enjoying the tight, slick heat almost as much as I was enjoying her sounds and facial expressions. Before answering me she closed her eyes for a moment and focused on what I was doing to her, biting her lower lip as her mind carried her more deeply into whatever fantasy she was entertaining. I felt her tense up, and she groaned softly as a little mini-orgasm rippled through her. “Mmmm, god!” She took a couple deep breaths before she said, “Oh, boy; that was nice! Please sir, may I have another?” I laughed. “Of course – but only if you’ll tell me where you go to get that Brazilian you mentioned.” “The spa – the one that Sherry and I go to occasionally; ‘The Special Touch’. You know it.” She began to tweak and tease her own nipples, adding to the sensations that I was creating lower down, seeking another orgasm. She was correct, I did know the spa; what I hadn’t known was that they offered that type of service. “I thought that was just a spa kind of place – you know, massages, facials, that kind of thing.” “Ooohh, ...

... yes, right there!” I was toying with her clit with my thumb as I slid my fingertips against the front of her vagina, in and out just behind her pubic mound; it seemed to be a very popular approach. “Mmm…they do all kinds of stuff, Davey. Massages and all, yeah, but also hair, nails, spray tans – and waxing.” “Huh! Learned something new. When are you doing this?” I continued to toy with her, pushing her ever closer to her orgasm. I could feel her muscles tighten as she clamped down on my fingers. “Mmm, ohhh fuck! Davey, god! You’re going to make me come!” “I know, that was the plan. Go ahead, come for me. I want to watch you come… go on babe, do it. Do it!” As I demanded that she come I sped up the movement of my hand, fast and hard, almost brutal as I fucked her with my fingers, watching and listening to her response so that I would know when to really slam into her and drive her over the top. When it hit it was like a freight train, big and powerful, and she screamed out my name and grabbed my arm, holding me to her as she ground herself into my palm, onto my fingers. “Ohhh, FUCK! God, Davey, ohh yes, fuck me… god!! Ohh, my god!” I rode it with her, pressing my hand into her, holding her against my body and wringing every last bit of that climax out of her. It was huge, and strong, and it rocked her world, and I loved it! She was awesomely gorgeous in the throes of that orgasm, her entire focus turned inward, her muscles tense and defined, and her face expressing the kind of ...