Her hair fell around her face and shoulders, framing her face with a shock of pink hair that complemented her lingerie and face all at once. The sun streaming in the windows, the soft pink light, and gentle aroma of her shampoo were all elements I took in on the periphery of my focus. “What’s up?”
“Something feels different…?” I stammered, not really sure how to articulate what I was trying to convey. Her skin looked almost too soft to touch; her bra was a lacy light pink that contrasted her complexion. I just want a closer look” and then leaned in for another kiss. Shit, this was hot. “She said she might come back to stay the night.”
Sitting up I got a better look at her tits. A warm late summer breeze was shaking the maple trees, sweeping across the soccer field bringing the aroma of fresh cut grass to mix with hot asphalt. I didn’t want to ask too many questions or seem overly interested and creep her out. I shut and locked my
