As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.
|The Girls take on the Hot-Hungry Media|
There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight. Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed? How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers? Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock. She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now. She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers. She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder. She could feel it all over now, everywhere. She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time.
|She is reading for pointers from The Girls|
She moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered. She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall. She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been. She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies. Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy. Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.
|He just collided with an 80 year-old Grandmother at a bus stop|
fitted dress. God! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came. She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles. She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery.
Chrissy Laurence ~
Chrissy Laurence is the cousin of Best Selling mystery writer C.K.Laurence. Chrissy has always wanted to write, but until her dear friend Muffy encouraged her to do so, she kept the manuscript she had started tucked away without moving forward.
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