Maddie
Two hours earlier.
I’ll change out of this bikini then go help the man like I said I would, but I won’t come back with him. No, I’ll leave before he does, then that will be that. Good plan!
However…
While flirting with Mr. Hotpants may be out of the question, flirting with the idea of him is a gray area, right?
What is it about a man’s tight ass? With every step as I trudged through the snow back to the lodge, I couldn’t seem to get those thick thighs, and, let’s face it, the rest of the man out of my head. Just the thought of him sends heat to all the right places.
Alone in my room I’m struck with all kinds of naughty thoughts. Perhaps a quick shower is in order. It’s not that I want to impress the guy or anything, but I don’t want to repulse him either. All that walking in my furry boots worked up a bit of perspiration, so I’d say a shower is justified.
But first things first, I need to pick out an outfit.Dumping the contents of my tattered 1970s teal-blue secondhand suitcase onto the bed, there aren’t a lot of choices. But I do have a few things that could work, one in particular if I could muster the courage.
From the pile I pull out a pair of black, sheer, scrunch-butt yoga pants. Stretching the fabric between my fingers, I raise a brow. It’s borderline transparent.
The pants, along with a tiny thong, were a gift from Rhonda. She ordered them for herself hoping they would stretch more, but they were way too small for all the junk in her trunk. I only brought them because, well, I thought looking sexy for a change could be fun, especially if I was never going to see any of these people again.
I hold them up and turn them around.
Could I?
I find the thong panties and place them inside to see how much you can see through the sheer fabric. Not as much as I thought, but you can clearly see it’s a micro thong. How does Rhonda do it? I mean, she looks hot, but doesn’t she feel naked? Apparently not, or if she does, she relishes the attention.
I turn the pants around again to examine the scrunch line that runs up the center of the butt and try to picture what they’d look like on me. I’ll never see Riggs again. Should I? Something about it, the idea of turning a painfully gorgeous stranger on is doing something to me and I can feel the wetness between my legs.
I toss the pants and thong onto the bed. I think I’ll take that shower now.
With water that’s almost too hot running over my hair, across my shoulders and down my back, I wonder whatRiggs looks like shirtless. There were three buttons at his neckline, all undone revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the sharp line that ran down the center of his well-defined chest.
I close my eyes and lean against the shower wall.
And those thighs. They’re like tree trunks. I run a finger up my slit and let out a soft moan.
What if I didn’t wear underwear with the yoga pants?
Two fingers slide down, then up again, and it feels so fucking good.
What if I made him hard?
I make small circular motions around my aroused clit and hunch over, stifling a groan.
What if I made up an excuse to bend over giving him the tiniest glimpse of my pussy through my tightly stretched yoga pants just to make his cock throb?
I apply pressure, rubbing my clit harder, faster, and a wave of pure ecstasy shivers down my spine.
Bent over in front of him with my ass right there, my pussy so close it drives him crazy and he can’t take it anymore. I imagine his rugged hands taking hold of my waist and he pulls my ass into his bulge and begins to rub against me.
With a rhythmic flow, my fingers slide up and down my slit, pausing with each stroke to give my clit the extra attention it deserves, sending warm tingling sensations over my skin.
He rips my pants open exposing all of me, my bare pussy wet and ripe for the taking. He undoes his belt and pulls his zipper down with such haste I know he’s eager for me. “I’m going to wreck this pussy so no man will ever be good enough for you again,” he growls as he pulls his throbbing cock out. It’s so big I don’t know if itwill fit, but I want to find out.
I arch my back, aching for him to slide it in.
My fingers stop at my clit. With vibrating motions, I massage it faster, harder. I’m close and double over.
He slams his cock into my pussy sending a rush of heat through me so intense, I release a sound from my chest that could break glass. Fuuuuuuuck!
