She worked my cock over for several minutes and then stood up and unwrapped the towel from her body.I shuddered as I took in the sight of her naked bo...y, my manhood throbbed at every luscious curve: her magnificent conical breasts and the soft curls on her pubic mound. I walked towards her as she suddenly spun around so that her back was to me. She pressed her rounded ass against my hard cock and guided my hands to her shapely tits. My fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her full tits and pressed. I'm getting used to this moment. Afterwards, and especially if our coupling was particularly intense, she disappears inside her head. If I talk, she clips her answers. Offers nothing. And makes it clear she wants her own time. I've learned to wait.And so, I wait. And wait. And wait. I can't resist a glance at her from behind, even during the rejection. I catalog this scene in my mind for later: The smooth apple curve of her ass. The deep and symmetrical dimples of Venus. The tightness of her. “I fuckin pick up guys all the time at these places. But NO ONE at all like you. You’re legal right?”A scoffed a bit. I was already in the cab and this is the question? I whipped out my ID and showed him. “Damn fucking 18, nice and ripe. You are going to make my life….”I was going to make his like? Fuck, that’s hot. I am that dream eh? I am that boy you thought you would never get your hands on. And here I am, right in front of you, shirtless, glistening, skinny as a rod, dressed as a. We half closed the sitting room curtains to cut out the bright summer sunshine, and huddled up together on the sofa. Now I had found a convincing fib, I was able be close to her again. She nestled into me as we lay side by side, and I told her how I felt. I laid it on just right, crying a little bit when necessary, letting her cuddle and comfort me without becoming aroused. Well, only a tiny bit."So that's it. That's the whole story?" Asked Sarah when I sighed melodramatically to a halt. There.