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And it turned me on to know I could connect with her that way. She was a nurse too (which, naturally only heightened the sexual intrigue). And her suspicions only grew as the marriage began falling further and further apart. She was a gorgeous equivalent of Randi - only brunette. I hadn't done anything with her, but I always had it in the back of my mind that she was very attractive, even while we had been dating. I had literally not seen her in person in over three years at that point. She was shaking, but her eyes and her smile gave away her excitement the most. As if reading my mind, she slowly turned - just enough for me to see the back of her dress setttle neatly and perfectly on her ass, with a slight crease that revealed that she most likely was wearing a thong, or perhaps nothing at all. Vanessa was younger than Randi by a few years - not quite 21 at the time.
I loved her body - and I made sure to worship it often. I loved running my hands up the back of her legs, bare or covered, and reaching the fold where her perfect ass and thigh met to check whether she had complied. She pulled up in her SUV, right on time, and barely stopped the car when she hopped out to give me a big hug. But quickly followed, not wanting to be left behind. Normally, I hate crowds, but surrounded by two stunning beauties, I had little to complain about.
I slid my hand back up, barely lifting the hem of the dress, until I could feel the bulge of her ass cheek. I wanted to pull her thong to the side and slide my hard cock inside of her. I could just imagine her on the other end, her thick blonde hair with just the right amount of curl and bounce, her china-doll face with her slightly up-turned nose and piercing blue eyes whose corners would crinkle as she smiled. A flat stomach that led to a perfectly trimmed pussy, and an ass that had me constantly on high-alert. At my request, she almost always wore thongs - regardless of what she wore or where she was going. It also means short shorts, skirts and sundresses that leave just enough to the imagination to keep things titilating. I watched her perfectly tight ass bounce down the steps to the sidewalk below. And with the heat of the day, an air conditioned mall was an effortless choice. As much as she loved hearing mine, her voice - her tone, her cadence, the way she said my name - made my heart skip. Beautiful, pert c-cup breasts with perfect nipples that begged to be sucked. " "That's actually why I was calling," she replied. It was summer in Boston - which means sweltering heat and humidity. Vanessa's waiting." And just like that, she spun on her heel's and headed down the front stoop.When the phone rang, I wasn't expecting it to be her. Although our relationship had ended several years before, we had maintained a sort of friendship. Our relatively infrequent emails had gotten more frequent, and sometimes, rather explicit. Whatever motivation she had, it was clear she was looking for something more. Vanessa, not oblivious to our past OR present, just kept on chatting with her. A voice I had heard a million times before, but at that moment, it nearly instantly turned me on. A slight hesitation, as if she knew she shouldn't be calling me. She loved the attention, and I loved giving it to her.
I raised my hand, casually, still wrapped around Randi's body. Luckily, her squinted stare would break into a slightly pursed smile just as she'd move a little closer.