Glamour Shots, Chapter 22 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 22

... she stuck her tongue out at me as she unbuttoned her jeans and began to wiggle out of them. This was starting to show some serious promise! I smiled at her. “Turn around.” “What?” I made a small circular motion with my finger. “Turn around – this looks like an activity that would be best enjoyed from the flip-side.” She laughed, but very agreeably turned her back to me, giving her ass a delightful little wiggle for my benefit. She started to work her way out of the tight jeans, a process which required considerably more ass-wiggling and shimmying as she slowly worked them down over her hips and then on down her thighs. It was more of an erotic dance performance than a simple removal of clothing, and I was thoroughly enjoying it! As she gradually pushed them lower she bent at the waist rather than at the knees – intentionally, I had no doubt – which thrust her gorgeous, perfect bottom out and left her puffy little pink pussy peeping out at me from between those amazing thighs. Yeah, this was why I’d requested the reverse-angle view! She was visibly aroused, her lips swollen and glistening with her sweet juices, and as she worked the jeans down her calves and to her ankles she held the pose, bent over, displaying her ready sex and lovely ass. She knows how much I enjoy that particular view, and I knew she was presenting me this extended view as a gift; I also knew that showing off her body, even to me, fed her little exhibitionist streak and turned up the dials on her own ...

... arousal. My tired and flaccid cock tried valiantly to rise to the occasion, but it was simply too soon…especially considering the intensity of what I had just endured. Still, my heart was beating faster and I knew my breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid. She was unquestionably turning me on, as she knows she can so easily do, even if my usual number one physical manifestation of that fact was not currently putting in an appearance. I whistled at her, a long, low wolf-whistle, and applauded appreciatively. “Now this is a show that’s worth the price of admission anytime! I’m sure it will get rave reviews from all the critics.” She looked at me over her shoulder and gave me a coquettish little smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows. “You like?” “I love! God, you’re gorgeous! So damn sexy.” “Do I look tasty?” I laughed. “Oh, hell yeah! Good enough to eat!” I was rewarded with a brilliant smile and a quick spin as she stepped out of the crumpled mound of blue denim on the floor. She slid back into her tall, red heels, which added a provocative sway to her hips as she came back to me. Stopping alongside of where I lay on the sofa, she looked me up and down, taking in my complete nudity – and my shrunken and flaccid cock. “You don’t look very happy to see me.” I laughed. “You know, while you are miraculously gorgeous and beautiful and sexy, that’s one miracle even you can’t manage; too soon, babe. Plus, you managed to wring every last bit of everything I had out of me; to quote ...