Britney Speared - Sex Stories

Britney Speared

... in as much of the sight as possible! She really was gorgeous. Not just in the face, but her whole body. She was probably as close to perfect as you could ever find. Her whole body was tanned, from head to toe. Her large breasts looked amazing. They didn't sag an inch. They just hung there, firm and bulging (three cheers for silicone!). And what a pussy! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, but she really was a natural blonde - take my word for it! Her tight little patch of pubes were shaved in a V, as if trying to say, "This way to the promised land!" There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. I just wish that I'd had a camera on me - I could have made a fortune selling the pics to newspapers and magazines! Anyway, after I'd stopped perving at her I did the gentlemanly thing and disposed of the offending creature. I then handed Britney a towel and apologised for so obviously enjoying the view! Thankfully she didn't make an issue out of it and I then left the room, picking the door up and jamming it into the entrance as I left. I then noticed that the other RMP officer who'd been standing guard outside the room had finally responded to the cries for help. A bit fucking late, I thought. If it had been some gun-wielding maniac we could have both been dead by now while this sad excuse for an RMP officer was tugging off in the hallway! Anyway, I kept my gob shut and explained to him what had happened. He then left the room - in fits of hysterics! It was ...

... about half an hour later when she finally emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing only a towel wrapped around her still wet body. She sat down next to me and had a quizzical look on her face. After a moment or two she turned to me. "I'm sorry about that, Steve. It's just I've got a really bad phobia of spiders…I hate the little bastards!" "It's no problem," I said. "That's what I'm here for." "Still, it's a little embarrassing," she looked down at the floor, a look of humiliation covering her face. "Honestly, it's not a problem. You've got nothing to be ashamed about. We're all scared of something," I assured her, trying my best to make her feel better. I bit the bullet and put an arm around her shoulder. Her head flopped sideways onto my chest and she put an arm around my waist and hugged me tightly. We just sat there for the next ten minutes or so in silence, holding each other. I figured that the main reason she was so upset had nothing to do with the spider - it was more than likely, in fact positively, the death threats that she'd been receiving. Let's face it, if someone starts sending you messages that they're going to kill you, you do start to…well, shit yourself! Now what happened next, I promise you I hadn't planned. I would never dream of taking advantage of a frightened, defenceless young lady. But sometimes circumstances dictate! The fact was that her towel had come loose slightly, and being a lot taller than her, I could see straight down her cleavage. At this ...