As she undid each button she leant down and kissed the exposed flesh of my chest and shuffled her way down to my waist. She parted the two sides of t...e shirt and then went to work on my belt which she soon undid. She undid the button of my jeans and eventually was able to unzip them.“He’s nearly coming out!” Lynne exclaimed as the bulge of my cock in my white underpants showed through the zip of my jeans. Then she clambered off me and standing at the end of the bed she firstly took off my. Many will see similar beauty in a man; Michelangelo's statue of David almost convinces me, but then I look at a beautiful woman again and I am transported to another level. Forgive the philosophy. Rachel stood naked, still in her stilettos, and simply walked across the room. That was all she did, but it was like a stunning piece of performance art. Maybe I'm crazy. The fluid movements of her body, the natural wiggle of her hips, the curves, the beautiful texture of her skin, full firm breasts. " Maybe she's got better taste than that." Please she's a jock aren't all jocks the same. They chase skirts anddrink too much." Maybe she's different."I just looked at him. I hoped that he was right about her but my dealingwith other jocks weren't all that positive.I was sitting in my bedroom trying to do my homework but I couldn'tconcentrate on it instead I was doodling little hearts on the paper andthinking about her. I had seen her practice with the basketball team andthey were right she was. "She hopped off her bed and collected a mirror from her bedside table.The mirror was a large handheld piece in silver plate, it was an antiqueher mother had obtained in France but really, it was a worthless pieceof junk bought off a street beggar.She hadn't ever used it before now and noticed the flaws as she lookedinto the polished face.It was not a perfect reflection by any means, it was slightly rippledand the edges were tarnished, but it was enough to notice the redness inher face and her.