My boyfriend Mark is a goodlooking: a tall, raven-haired athlete with a huge cock. I dont know a single woman who hasnt commented on his charm. He also has a habit of checking out every woman who walks by. Hes an incredible flirt.
Not that Ive ever had trouble getting attention myself. My hair is long, dark and silky, I have a natural tan and my eyes are deep brown. My breasts are round and firm, with nipples that men love to devour. I have an athletic body that I keep in great condition. My legs are shapely, my stomach a perfect washboard.
I got pretty tired of his constant flirting. I became especially agitated one night when we were out at a bar. Mark spent the entire evening exchanging sexual innuendos with our busty, blonde waitress. At one point when the two of them were giggling, I quietly excused myself and went up to the bar. There were a number of men there but the only open seat was next to a long-legged woman whose nipples showed through a sheer, white top. She looked incredibly sexy. Just Marks type, I thought .
As I sat down, she introduced herself as Sara. It turned out she had recently been divorced from a man whod been cheating on her for years. Now she was single and wanted nothing to do with men for a long time. Moving toward me, she whispered that she planned to enjoy her own gender for a while. Id never been attracted to women before, but I couldnt ignore the juices that had begun to flow from my pussy as Sara began slowly stroking my thigh.
"So what about your love life?" she asked. "A beautiful woman like you surely cant be alone."
"My boyfriends over there, chatting up that slut," I mumbled.
"Interesting," she said.
"Yeah, hes a huge flirt, but a faithful lover. I came over here to throw myself at some men. Hes not the jealous type, though, so he probably wouldnt even notice," I laughed.
"I know one way you could get his attention," Sara said slyly, slipping her hand beneath my G-string and inching towards my wetness... Läs hela novellen
