She wasn't be really. She wasworking. You could tell from the rapid eye movements, her lips smackingand the bruise already blooming over her left chee....For a moment I stood and watched her. She was lithe and willowy, herskin glowed with the bronze-orange tint of the artificial tan while herlong, golden hair had a brittle, overworked look. She had a lipfillerpout and slightly angular, overproportioned breasts that gave her theair of a D-list reality show contestant. Her body was part of. I knew she knew I was straight, but then again I didn’t know if I was straight. Occasionally Stella would try to put some moves on me, but I worked my tease moves and pushed her away. A couple months until summer she told me she had a date. ‘Ok?’ I thought thats cool, maybe she’ll stop liking me. Lying in bed that night I realized that I LIKE her. I really like her. I like how she plays the guitar, I like the way her breast stretch the black vest she wears. I like the way her ass moves when she. "Get on your knees" I demand as you are startled by my presence. I push the bench over to the door, climb on top in a wide legged stance, lean against the door and make you crawl to me. "I'm here to collect my rain-check" I tell you as I hike up my dress and push your head closer to my spread legs. Your tongue reaches eagerlyfor my clit as your fingers slide easily inside me massaging my gspot. "That's a good pet, make your mistress cum with that wonderful tongue" I moan as I hold your head in. I watched her for a few seconds to verify that she could handle herself in the water, then started paddling around lazily.Quick impressions from that second or two before she got in the water? Long, straight blonde hair released from her french braid, shimmering in the sunlight. Small, creamy white breasts, with puffy pink nipples. Not much color on her body at all, though her arms and legs were tanned from playing tennis. A light dusting of hair above her crotch--if she hadn't been so pale, I.