Your skin is flushed and your muscles primed, pumped with blood as your heart is still pounding from your run. Your white exercise top follows the cur...es of your back and breasts beautifully. Your tight black short pants, very short pants, cup and hug you butt, you tight and perfect butt. Your legs, lean and smooth, slip into your white gym shoes. You glance at yourself in the mirror. You like what you see. You look like an athlete, a hot athlete. Your body feels good, fit, healthy, pumped and. This was going too fastshe thought, I'll make him stop in a little while, but I'll wait just alittle longer. His right hand was still around her shoulder but his lefthand had left the steering wheel and had found it's way to her waistjust below her breast and was caressing her softly. God that feels goodBrenda thought as the kiss lingered. The goodnight kiss had turned into a seduction and Brenda was fallinginto it and as much as she wanted to stop for Mario's sake she didn'twant to for her. She had a Dansette record player and she loaded a small collection of singles on it; flicked the switch; it began its cycle and played the first record. It was a slow one and she asked me if I wanted to dance with her. I told her that I couldn’t dance but I would try.I moved towards her and she put her arms around my shoulders. “Put your arms around me,” she said and I did so willingly. My hands were resting just above her hips and I was so tempted to slide my hands down and squeeze the. The combination of the warm shower spray on my clit and my fingers running rampant over and deep inside my pussy, was leading me to an explosion that I need so badly. In the outer recesses of my thoughts, I heard the doorbell ringing, but I was beyond stopping. I was on the edge and had to keep going till my body exploded. Yet again I heard the ringing of the bell. "Go away!" my mind screamed as I was finally able to block out the sound. I heard a guttural moan and realized it was me. My.