Hi Sweetheart - Sex Stories

Hi Sweetheart

... her short, stumpy legs. Her flesh was ghostly pale; she did not tan, she burned. The black denim shorts she was describing revealed her pasty white legs and displayed a nearly obscene amount of her chubby buttocks. Should she bend over, tendrils of her white blonde pubic hairs escaped the sides, showing that she was indeed a natural blonde.

"And my butt's all hanging out," Laci continued to husk into the phone. "Ooh, that leather's so cold! You know I got to sit on the barstool in these shorts; I'll stick to the plastic chairs."

"Vinyl," Glen corrected.

"And I got my hair up in them two ponytails; you know how you like when I wear my hair like that," Laci continued.

Glen could hear something scraping and deduced she was taking the bacon from the frying pan. Yes, he did like when she wore her long blonde hair in two ponytails. The one time he'd slipped up and called them 'Dick Sucking Handlebars' Laci had immediately taken her hair out of the ponytails, glaring red hot bitterness at him. It was three months before she would put her hair up like that again.

"And I got my Cabrini High School tee shirt on; go Cavaliers!" Laci said.

"GO Defenders," Glen thought, smiling.

Glen didn't know how tightly the tee shirt had fit when Laci Peterson had been a student at the DeGarde, Louisiana Catholic High School. But, seven years after graduation, the tee shirt fit like a second skin over her 30C breasts. Numerous washings had rendered the tee shirt quite thin; her ...

... pale pink areolae were barely discernable through the material. When she was excited, the crinkling of her half-dollar coin sized areolae was noticeable. Her long, thick nipples threatened to shred holes in the garment. When she pulled the shirt's hem down, the shadow of her navel was visible through the material. But, most of the time, the hem worked itself up, revealing her 26 inch waist and her adorable little navel.

"Do we have balsamic vinegar? Apple cider vinegar ought to be good, huh?" Laci asked.

"Just bought that big old bottle what? Two weeks ago," Glen said.

"Huh? Oh, oh yeah, but think I'd rather try apple cider vinegar," Laci said.

"So uh, where are you?" Glen asked.

"Uh? I'm in the kitchen," Laci said. "What? Think I'm in the living room cooking all this?"

"Our kitchen?" Glen asked.

"Yes. Our kitchen. Where else would I..." Laci said.

"Really? Because I'm standing right here in our kitchen and I don't see your cute butt or anything else of you anywhere," Glen said.

"What?" Laci shrieked. "No, no, you, you have that conference in what was it? New Jersey!"

"Told you, we hit that turbulence and got re-routed and that would put us five hours behind so I just decided 'fuck it' and came on home," Glen said.

"I, Glen, I, I can explain," Laci babbled. "I, it, it didn't mean, it doesn't mean anything. It's just, I mean, I ran into him at Vermillion's last night and..."

"April fool's," Glen whispered, flopping back onto the hotel bed. ...