The hairs on her neckBeginning to stand.She imagined herself On a beach of white sand.Her fingers massaged,Rolled, danced and caressed,As her nipples ...tood tallAtop her firm breasts.She rolled them in circlesThey tingled with glee.Then in slid a fingerNot one, two…but three.Her wetness surprisedEven her just a bit,And back moved her fingersOver her clit.She continued the rhythm,Inside and out.Biting her lip,To prevent a shout.But out came a sound,A long sexy moan,And she opened her eyesMaking. Well... I did not often travel with the fairer sex. I bedded them and waved goodbye – knowing that a permanent relationship with a half-orc was the last any respectable (or even less respectable) woman would want. Momentary connections was all that could be hoped; and considering the plight of many green skinned gentlemen in the world, I was not exactly about to grow melancholic over the lost romance.And so, to be quite frank ... I did not wish to harm our friendship by ... well... The elf we. As chance may have it, Jack was the group where his class flame Natasha also happened to be in. I had observed him staring at her. He would carefully choose a seat immediately next to her so that he could stare at her tits and legs.I used to be in a wild mood those days, with streaked hair and experimentative clothing. I was only 23, single, and just out of college. I would either wear tight tees that showed the contours of my small but perky tits or flimsy shirts which would set a guy aching. Inclining her chin, she stepped toward him like a challenge. He moved back. She moved forward. Easing past her, he shut the door and locked it. She faced him. Fingers went to her coat buttons. Undid the top. Middle. Bottom. It fluttered open, exposing a glimpse of lingerie and skin. Grasping the collar, she shed the thing. Let it crumple to the floor.Roxanne's dark eyes caught the light, lending a blaze to the brown. He imagined staring into them when he entered her body for the first.