Real Life Reader’s Wife
I nod a hello to Mr Patel as I enter the corner shop. Grabbing a bag of crisps and a can of pop I make my way to the magazines at the back of the shop. The new issue of my photography magazine is in and, feeling in the mood, I reach up for ‘Fiesta Reader's Wives’ from the top shelf, tucking it discreetly below the photography mag. I turn towards the counter and almost stop dead. Mr Patel was gone, in his place is Barbara. She was watching me with a slight smile, having obviously seen my selection. Oh well, no point worrying, just pay and get home and enjoy it. I move up to the counter and put my items in front of her. Barbara smiles and rings up my goods, pausing for a second before she lifts the corner of the photography magazine.
"Mmmm, someone's going to enjoy themselves later on then" she says with a wink.
I smile and wink bank. "We all have needs" I say.
"We certainly do" replies Barbara and looks up at me. The woman on the front is busty and curvy and spilling out of a set of purple lingerie. Her brown hair is cut in a bob, similar to Barbara, in fact the more I look at her the more striking the resemblance. "Oh, she looks like me" says Barbara. "Think I've got a better figure though. Shall we check?"
There's nobody else in the shop and Barbara opens the porn mag to the cover girl's pages. The model is mid forties, and I'd say Barbara is similar. She turns the pages and takes in the poses of the woman in increasing states of undress. I feel my cock strain at my trousers as Barbara lingers on a full page shot of the model from behind, bent over a kitchen counter, her hairy pussy and pink arsehole open. Barbara looks up at me.
"I've got those cups."
"Huh?"
"The cups on the worktop, I have those too. She's got good taste."
"Oh right, yeah. I wasn't really looking at those."
“I know. You like photography. Actual photography, I mean, you know what you're doing with a camera?"
"Yeah, I’m an amateur but I know my stuff. Why?"
She pauses and takes a deep breath "Look, say no if you want, but I want this. I want to be her. I did it years ago and it's been a while but well, I really could use the confidence boost. I'll pay you for your time. What do you say?"
I don't hesitate. "Absolutely. Just tell me when and where." She scribbles a phone number down and tells me to text her. She holds onto my wrist before I leave.
"Be discreet, ok?" she says, biting her lip.
"Of course. See you soon." I leave the shop, race home and flick open the magazine. I cum a huge load as I look at the cover girl’s photos, Barbara's face superimposed by my mind. Sitting there in a post orgasmic glow, I send the text, and Barbara replies soon enough, giving me her address and telling me come round tomorrow at 1pm. Five kisses end her message.
We text back and forth that night. I learn that Barbara is the typical frustrated housewife, her husband devoting far too much time to his career and, she suspects, an affair on the side. Their kids are away at uni and with time on her hands a job in the local shop passes the time for her. But the yearning to be adored, to be satisfied again is strong. This is an impulse she tells me, there's a chance she'll get too nervous but she hopes she can go through with it. Whether we'll actually send off the pictures, if we take them at all, will remain to be seen but she wants to have fun doing this. She confesses her heart is racing at the thought.
We bid goodnight, but before we do she sends me a photo. She's about to get into the bath, it's a full body nude shot. Her figure is definitely better than the model's. Long legs, curvy hips and a slim waist, a hint of a tummy, large, full breasts with dark areolas and perfect pink nipples. She's neatly trimmed between her legs. I can't wait to get close and personal with her, I tell her. She's a beauty. I'm already dreaming up the angles I want her to pose in as we text each other goodnight and I have another wank over her photo.
Next morning I wake as usual with a raging hard on. Grabbing my phone I see a message from Barbara. Thinking she may have got cold feet and cancelled, I open it with some apprehension but to my delight it's a picture of her in bed, the covers are mostly over her but one naked breast and a long leg is on show.
The message reads CAN'T WAIT FOR LATER XXX
I stroke my cock but with a huge effort decide not to cum that morning. I know it's only a photoshoot but who knows, it may lead to more and I wouldn't want to be shooting air if things get raunchy. I take a shot of myself in the bathroom, towel held over my cock, and reply to her
JUST GETTING UP AND READY FOR YOU XX
which she responds to with a wink emoji and a heart. Later on I gather my gear and check it's all charged. We're good to go. I set off on the short drive to Barbara's house. She opens the door when I knock and welcomes me inside. She's wearing a blue flowery summer dress and there's a pot of coffee on in the kitchen. We sit at the breakfast bar and she takes out a folder.
"I've been doing some research with these. I borrowed them from work" she tells me, opening up the flap and spreading out a selection of top shelf magazines. Razzle, Escort, Fiesta, Men Only, she's grabbed a selection and I can see little post-it notes peeking out through the sides.
"Very good" I reply "Have you got some good ideas for poses then?"
"Oh yes, let me show you the ones I like" and we spend a good quarter of an hour flicking through the porn mags, Barbara pointing out the photos she likes. My pulse is high at the thought of seeing her like this, and I can tell Barbara is excited too. She keeps touching my wrist and letting her hand linger.
"I'd like to make the most of this and do several shoots in different rooms if that's ok with you?"
"Sure is" I reply "We'll get you in different outfits for each room. Well, at the start anyway, your clothes won't be on for long!"
"Definitely not" she says with a grin, and squeezes my hand tightly "Want to get started?"
"Let's do it" I tell her and she leans forward and kisses me on the cheek.
Barbara leads me through to the lounge and I start to set up my lighting gear. She leaves the room and comes back a few moments later with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Bit of courage from the bottle she tells me.
"Are you nervous?" I ask.
"Yes, a little." she admits. "I've been with my husband for 24 years and I've not been naked in front of another man in all that time."
"Try not to worry. You have an amazing body and I'm sure you'll like the photos we produce. I can't wait to see you naked, that tease you sent me last night... well I enjoyed it very much"
"Did you?" she says with a grin "Did you wank over me?"
"Yes" I admit.
"You put aside those other women in the magazine and stroke your cock whilst looking at my tits? Tell me you did that. I want to hear it. I want to hear what you thought of me". She pours us both a large glass of chilled white wine and sits across from me on an armchair. I relax back into the sofa.
"I was laying in bed when your picture came through. I felt my cock harden as soon as I opened it. I took in your figure, the curve of your hips and your tits. You have really great tits by the way. They look so full and soft."
"They used to be a whole lot perkier" she blushes "Can't fight the saggy bits at my age."
"I don't see you that way. I guess you know what you looked like when you were younger but to me, I see a beautiful woman, your figure is incredibly fine and if you see imperfections, I see interesting details."
"Stretch marks, tummy rolls, boob sag" she says. "Not sure they are attractive.”
"Let's see when the photos are done. I think you'll be surprised" I tell her. "Anyhow, I saw you naked and started to stroke my cock. I imagined you squeezing your tits together and letting me rub it up and down your cleavage"
"Go on" Her hand was gripping the arm of the chair tightly.
"I thought about taking you from behind. Bending you over and pulling your knickers to one side. Teasing you with the head of my cock, up and down your labia and you begged me to fill you. That first time I go inside you, that's something to savour, to take slowly and enjoy."
"God yes" she says, and takes a long drink of wine.
"I looked at your hips, imagined grabbing them. Looked at your tits, could almost feel them in my hands. I came soon after that."
She let out a short sigh, a quick breathe and I realised she'd been getting increasingly tense. "Mmmm, that's hot. It's got me all warmed up. Shall we begin?" She stood up. "Where do you want me?"
"Tell me what to do. I like that. It turns me on" she tells me.
"Me too" reply. And it does. I love directing her, watching her follow my instructions. Nervously at first then with increasing confidence. I take shots of her standing, then sitting on the sofa. I tell her to pull up her dress and show me her shapely calves. She complies, showing stocking-clad legs. I begin to fire off my commands more rapidly and she follows my instructions in almost complete silence, punctuated only by my camera shutter clicking.
"Pull up your dress. Further, up around your hips. CLICK. Nice lingerie. Almost see through, let me get that. CLICK. Great. Turn to the window. That's good, hold it. It's almost see through in this light. I can see your hair and your labia just about showing through. No don't touch your knickers just yet CLICK. That's good."
I have an idea. I lay down on the floor and adjust my camera settings. "Right Barbara. Ready for an up-skirt shot? That's it, stand over me. CLICK. Let your dress fall. CLICK. Bend your legs a bit. Yes that's right. CLICK. That's good. Hitch your dress up. CLICK. Now bend forward. These are great shots Barbara. CLICK. You look great from this angle."
"Oh I'm sure it's my most flattering" she says sounding relaxed. "Do you want my knickers off yet?"
"Let's do it!" I reply "Onto the sofa please! Dress pulled up, that's right. Put a hand into your knickers, yes like that. Pull them to one side. God that's gorgeous."
I'm on the floor, between Barbara's wide open thighs. Focusing close onto her I capture several great shots of the white lacy fabric being pulled to one side. Looking through the lens makes it all the more intimate as she does this. Her hair is trimmed to a neat triangular patch but further down her outer lips are completely smooth. Her inner labia are peeking through, a beautiful dusky pink colour.
"Barbara that's amazing. CLICK. Hold it there. CLICK. Don't touch yourself just yet. CLICK. CLICK CLICK. Now, open your legs wider." At my command her she widens her thighs and her labia part, her body revealing itself to me and it's was all I can do to stop myself reaching out with my tongue. "That's beautiful Barbara. CLICK."
"You like my pussy?" she asks me "I think my lips are too big, too messy"
"They're not at all" I tell her "I love it"
"Tell me more" she says. I take in the view between her legs and put my camera down. I look into her eyes as I talk to her. "Your outer lips are so smooth, waxed I bet?" She nods. "They're quite slim and small, this lets your inner labia perk through. I love this, I think it's a beautiful thing. I love the colour, that dusty pink, it's lovely."
"You don't think they're too big?" she asks. "Not in the slightest. Lips like this will grip my cock as I slide inside you, I love to watch that."
"I'd like to see that too" said Barbara. We both realise what this implies. That she wants to be filmed having sex. We look at each other, both imagining the feeling and the sight of my cock sliding inside her but leave that implication hanging in the air. "Carry on" she says.
"Lips like yours feel great in another way too. If I were to go down on you, I'd play with them in my mouth, with my lips and tongue, flick them, swirl them, suck them."
"It's been years since I felt that. My husband has never done it" she says, and sighs. Her fingers entwined in her knickers wrap tighter. Her other hand rests on her inner thigh and strokes up and down. I put my camera down. "Just for a bit" she says softly. "I want to finish the shoot. But do it for a little bit. I want to feel it again."
Barbara's hands and trembling slightly but I squeeze one of them tightly and hook her panties well aside with my thumb. I stroke her inner thigh softly and run my fingertips through her pubic hair, letting them trace the shape of her mound. Her breathing is soft and shallow and she lays back into the sofa and closes her eyes. I move close to her, feeling her warmth on my face and reach out with my tongue letting it make the softest of contacts with her labia. She gasps when our connection is made and I flick gently at her butterfly lips, moving them, teasing them, gently kissing and sucking at her most intimate parts.
I didn't lie to her earlier, her pussy is absolutely gorgeous and I enjoy her taste even more as I delve deeper between her labia. She tastes really good, sweet and slick, and as the first few drops hit my tongue I spread her lips wider and penetrate her deeply with my tongue. I planned on going easier but I can't help myself, and Barbara doesn't seem like she's going to stop me any time soon. I find her clit and suck on it, alternating this with more deep tongue fucking, she's soaking my beard now and I can feel her wetness from deep within. She is moaning, oh god, oh god, as I lap at her pussy and she's holding my head tightly. I snatch a breath and carry on pleasuring her, I don't think I could tear myself away from this woman if her husband and kids were to walk in.
She is letting out small squeals of pleasure and all of a sudden I feel her body quiver and she bucks her hips against my face. I go with it, finding her clit and kissing the little button, sending her into screams which she stifles with a cushion. I bring her down gently, breaking my embrace with her body gradually and wiping my chin before she gets chance to see what a mess she has created. My t-shirt is damp and so is the sofa but Barbara is laying back with wide eyes and a look of absolute satisfaction on her face. She manages to whisper to give her a minute to recover. I smile up at her and hold her hand.
It takes more than a few minutes, and a glass of wine but we finally get the shoot back up and running. Barbara puts her knickers back straight, then we do a series of shots with her bent over and the skimpy garments easing slowly down her thighs. Some close up shots of her still slick and sticky pussy come out great and we move onto her top half. Her breasts popping out of her dress, then we lose the dress altogether and it's back on with her panties for some underwear shots. As she reclines the sofa again she asks if I really think she's attractive.
"Of course, hell yes!" I reassure her. "You never know, at my age, whether younger guys are actually interested. It's been playing on my mind for a while, whilst he's off with his young tart. He's never admitted it of course, but I know" she tells me as she takes off her bra. I motion further to hold up her breasts, and the full, soft, roundness of them makes me want to bury my face between them.
"I definitely think you're fuckable, Barbara. You have a fabulous body. CLICK. Play with your nipples for me. That's it. CLICK. Can you suck them? Oh yeah, like that. CLICK. You're definitely turning me on, even when I used to see you in the papershop. Sit up, lean forward let them hang. CLICK. Now cup them. Good. CLICK."
"You've thought about me before then?" she says with a smile and puts her legs up straight in the air. "You wanted to fuck me before today?"
"I did" I confess. "Had quite a few wanks about you actually. Knickers off again. Legs together. CLICK. Now spread them. Hands away, on your thighs. CLICK. Yes, now open yourself up. CLICK. Wider. CLICK. Yes."
"That's the spread gash shot done then!" she laughs "Can I see?" I sit next to her and scroll through the pictures. Barbara seems to enjoy seeing herself from different angles. When we get to the pussy shots she starts to touch herself and comments that she's not half bad for an old bird. I tell her she tastes good too. "Mmmmm, do I?" she purrs and takes her fingers from between her legs. They glisten and she touches them together, her stickiness holding in strands. Two fingers, one offered to me, one pointing at her mouth. We each take one and suck her flavour from it, our mouths moving closer together, til she withdraws her hand and kisses me hard on the mouth. Our tongues play together tasting of her and we kiss for ages, neither of us feeling like breaking away.
Barbara breaks away from our kiss first. "I want your cock" she whispers "I want you inside me. But first, we finish this. I'm so fucking horny, I'm struggling to resist you. Promise me you won't fuck me until we've finished the shoot, ok?" I nod and she leans back in for another kiss. My hand drops to her thigh and she opens her legs, inviting me to touch her again. Then I push her away, call her a naughty girl and with a tremendous effort I stand up. My erection straining at my trousers. It would be so easy to unzip and let this sex starved beautiful woman take her fill of me. She'd probably ride me right there on the carpet. But I have promised and the waiting will make it all the more delicious.
We go upstairs, Barbara's naked bum looking like an absolute peach as I follow it up the stairs. Into her bedroom and she has various outfits picked out, all coordinated with lingerie. She's thought this through very well. We pick a figure hugging black dress for a shoot in the spare bedroom. Barbara can't wait to get undressed this time and I have to encourage her to keep her clothes on for some shots.
"Easy, that's it, tease them, blokes like that. CLICK. Don't show them everything at once. CLICK. I like to take it all in and save my cum for the very last page. CLICK." She poses like a natural now, putting on a shy and demure face when required but her sexual desires burns through on most of the pictures. I can't think of any bloke who wouldn't enjoy these. Another outfit change and into the kitchen, lots of cheeky and creative shots of her on the worktop and the cold of the fridge against her nipples. We even shoot some that I know will never make it into the magazines. Barbara fucks a large courgette, a frankfurter and a banana, all the while telling me she wishes it was my cock. I'm sporting a permanent hard on now, uncomfortable at times but I keep my word and carry on shooting. Her labia look so good hugging the sausage as she slides it in and out. I show her the pictures and she tells me that's what my cock is going to look like pretty soon.
I have to be honest, I don't last too long after that. I've got a load of fantastic shots of her, taken on a wide variety of positions in most rooms of the house. I've enough for a few issues and more and Barbara is on the whole delighted about how she looks. We're sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a coffee. Barbara is naked again, her clothes from the final shoot discarded on the kitchen floor. She broaches the subject first.
"So then, business is done. Now it's time for pleasure. If you still want to?" she's a little shy now. Silly really, after seeing her so completely naked over the last few hours, but I understand it's a big step and I reach out a hand to touch her arm and reassure her. She smiles. "No man apart from my husband has touched me like you have for years" she says.
"It's ok if you don't want to" I say softly.
"It's not that" she says "it's that I know once I start I will want more and more, of you and of others. I can feel it, insatiable, building inside me. He can go fuck his tart. I'm having my fun now. I just don't know how much will be enough, you know?"
"I'll be here for you whenever you want" I tell her "and whatever you want to do in future."
She smiles again "Thank you. Now, I'm going to fuck you. And you're going to fuck me. And it's going to feel amazing" She leads me upstairs again to the bedroom, still dressed only in stockings and suspenders. Her peach of an arse juggles slightly as she walks and I am relieved that my cock will soon be free of its confinement. She takes my hand when we enter the room and leads me to the bed.
"Go slow" she tells me "I want to savour this" and helps me off with my clothing. My cock springs free of my boxers and she let's go a small gasp. It's not huge, but it's a good size and she reaches out nervously to touch it. She strokes my shaft, cups my balls then we climb onto the bed and she lowers her mouth and begins to lovingly suck my cock. A lot about the way she has sex can be described like that. Lovingly. Over the next few hours we make love. There are times when we fuck, times when we shag and times when she rides me sideways but in the whole it's tender, gentle love making that we enjoy.
I'm laid on the bed Barbara is sucking my cock. Her breasts gently touch my inner thighs as she goes down, that sweet spot exciting me. Her tits and large and full, swinging as she rocks her head and body up and down and I reach to caress one, feel her nipple harden at my touch and hear her soft moan of pleasure. She makes eye contact and carries on kissing and sucking my cock, enjoying herself. I motion to her to move around and she understands, still with my cock in her mouth she lifts a leg over my body and straddles me.
I shuffle myself under her and pull her hips down towards me. Her pussy opens like a flower and my world is filled with her. I kiss gently at her labia, pleased to be back this close and intimate again. She's working my cock with vigour now, cupping my balls and I bury my face into her body, reaching with my tongue as deep as I can go. She squeals and squirms as I fuck her hole and I can almost drink her, she's so wet. I grab her hips and she sits back on me, I find her clit and suck, my god, she's cumming hard. Spasms and jolts shake the bed and her thighs tighten and slowly relax. She rolls off me and lays back. I stroke her tummy and her breasts, idly playing with my cock and wait for her to revive.
Barbara stirs, almost falling into a snooze after her orgasm but I keep my hand moving across her body, touching her breasts, her tummy and her thighs. She rouses when I start to suck on her nipples again and tells me she wants me.
"You promised not to fuck me until after the shoot. It's after the shoot. I want your cock inside me" she says and tenderly strokes me face. We go slowly. She lays back and opens her legs and I position myself close to her. I let her hold my shaft and she glides the tip of my cock all over her labia, playing with it, savouring the touch of another man's cock after so many sex-starved years. The little moans she makes are incredibly sexy, and when she tells me she's ready I adjust my weight and slowly, gently ease myself into her.
She's still so wet it's incredibly easy to slide in but I exercise admirable restraint and go as slow as I can. Barbara is still holding my cock as I penetrate her, gripping my shaft as her body accepts me and she's whispering to me to go slowly, that she's loving it and I inch inside her do so gently. She takes her hand away when I'm almost fully in and hugs me close to her, tells me to hold still, and I can feel her moving her muscles, hugging and squeezing my cock and enjoying every sensation. It's incredibly intimate and a far cry from the hard fucking we'll be doing soon enough but for that moment I'm as close to Barbara as I've ever been with anyone in my life.
She holds me close as begins to rock her hips, and I go with the motion and we start to fuck in earnest. Our bodies entwine and rise and fall together, we change positions and all the while I keep my cock deep inside her. I sit back, lift her legs and fuck her, she holds her tits up and they bounce to our rhythm and she cums again when I rub her clit. We slow it down when I move her legs around and take her laying on her side and from this angle it's easy to move into spooning her whilst I whisper how beautiful she is into her ear and play with her tits. From this position we move to doggy style and I can't resist grabbing my phone for this. I take pictures and video of my cock being gripped by her lips as I stay still and she grinds and fucks herself silly. We watch the video later and compare it to the food she was fucking in the kitchen. We both agree my cock looks better. As we're still going for it in doggy style, her phone rings. She looks across and sees who is calling.
"Oh shit it's my husband. I had better answer. Be quiet, but don't you dare stop fucking me" she says and swipes to answer the call.
I go as fast as I dare, not wanting to let the sticky wet sounds of her pussy or the heavy slaps of her tits give the game away but I want to have some fun all the same. She stifles moans as her other half fills in on that he'll be away another night on his business trip. Barbara lets him talk, answers his questions about her day with short yes and no answers,and tries her best not to let on that she's got my cock inside her. All of a sudden she switched positions and turns around, laying on the bed with her legs open in front of me. I move to enter her again but she motions no and covers the phone with her hand.
"Wank over me. Cum on me whilst I'm talking" she says, and carries on with her conversation, but with two fingers of her free hand touching herself between her legs. I stroke myself close to her, feel it welling up and as she's talking to him about doing the garden or something I release my load. It shoots up her torso, the bursts unleashed with such power I leave her covered from her tummy to her chin. I cum eight, nine, ten bursts and Barbara is wide eyed at the amount I'm shooting onto her.
She sits up and takes my cock into her mouth, tasting the last spurts before I collapse on the bed beside her, then she ends the call swiftly and says "Oh my fucking word!" Cum in her hair, on the pillows, in ropes on her tits and pooling in belly button. I regain my senses and tell her to wait there, grabbing my camera to preserve the scene. I snap away and Barbara starts to scoop up my mess, tasting some, but the majority she keeps in her palm. Watching my reaction she rubs it onto and into her pussy, and my reaction is one of delight. I feel my cock throb, I've only just cum but this is so horny I can't help but be turned on again. I'm half hard when she pushes me back onto the bed and straddles me but by the time she has grasped my cock and pointed it towards her sticky, cum sodden lips I'm fully erect and she rides me like she hadn't been fucked for years.
"I haven't been fucked like that in years" says Barbara as she collapses onto me after another orgasm. She rolls to the side and I make to roll away from her but she holds me close to her. "Stay inside me. I like feeling you in there" she tells me so we lay with our legs entwined, my cock still inside her she idly runs her fingers through my chest hair. Her breasts are still sticky with my cum, and so is my chest hair for that matter. I play with her nipples and enjoy feeling her squeeze her pelvic muscles and hug my cock.
"I've imagined this for years. Not exactly this, but the next man I would have sex with, or if that ever would happen. You're pretty good, I have to admit"
"You too" I reply "I don't know how I lasted so long, taking all the photos I just wanted to have you there and then."
"You're a decent bloke, and you're respectful. I asked you to wait and you did and I like that."
We kiss again, as passionately and deeply as on the sofa downstairs and before long Barbara is sitting back on top of my, head back, arms stretched behind her, riding my cock again. She tells me to take pictures and I reach for my camera and shoot away. Although these shots will not make the magazine Barbara is keen to see herself fucking me, so we take our time, shoot lots of positions, close ups and full body shots of ourselves. We get creative, using the timer and mirrors to see ourselves from new angles.
"We should get another photographer next time" Barbara jokes.
"How about another guy for you and I'll take the pictures?" I say. She bites her lower lip.
"Oh I'd like that. I'd like that a lot. Do you have a friend who'd want to?"
"I've got many friends who'd love to" I say "but let's take our time. You can afford to be choosy."
We eventually rise from the bed and Barbara leads me to the en suite and into the shower. We wash each other, kiss under the warm water and, yes, you guessed it, make love one more time as the water cascades over us.
That about wraps up my first afternoon with Barbara. We meet again, of course, can't resist each other after that. Her husband is away a lot, and she, in her words, has a lot of catching up to do in the bedroom after all those wasted years. I introduce a friend of mine into the mix and we have a number of memorable nights together. I love watching Barbara getting fucked almost as much as I love her fucking me. But those are tales for another time. This one wraps up where it started, in Mr Patel's papershop.
I call in one morning and Barbara is there behind the counter, a nervous and excited smile in her face. "Oh god, have you seen it? I'm in it, and well, on it! I was putting the dirty magazines out this morning and I was right there, in the cover! I've had to buy all the copies so Mr Patel doesn't see!"
She glances to make sure the shop is empty and takes out a copy of Reader's Wives from a brown paper bag under the counter. There she is, beautiful and topless on the cover, her nipples obscured by stars but it's unmistakably Barbara. I'm kinda proud my photos were deemed print quality, and I smile the memories of that afternoon flooding back to me.
"Have you looked inside?" I ask her. She nods back. "I look really good" she smiles at me, "I mean, REALLY good. Thank you."
"My pleasure" I say with a wink. She takes a step backwards, backing into the curtain towards the stock room. She slips her dress off one shoulder, then the other. Her tits stand full and round, nipples as hard as I've ever seen them. "Turn the sign to closed" she tells me. "I'm taking a lunch break. You're going to join me." |
