My apologies. O.K. maybe not. I will tell you this though, I am a modest person at heart. But, I got back from throwing my large frame chest on hers. This is from years of sports training in my earlier years (Lori had just told me that I have to describe myself now, after all we are a couple that plays together). There have been a number of times, she has caught other girls looking and staring at her prize. She says that she loves to hug me. Mushy, mushy, mushy – sorry gentlemen, women like to say things like that. Lori says it makes her feel secure when she can wrap her arms around some guys stocky chest, let alone my chest. This does not only apply upstairs but around the waist, as well. Why would I brag? It is Lori’s suggestion that I have to give some visual elements to you, the captive audience. She says that I am a large. Not long, but one who can stretch it to a fist, like holding a coffee mug. Of course right now, she is standing over my shoulder. She wants to comment on my dark and handsome voice. She says that I could sexually entice any lady with it. And, my brown eyes could melt tears away. Well, I don’t know about that. I think she is just hanging around for some seconds? O.K. enough of the modest person from you and let’s get back to that evening- Lori!
It was a Saturday evening in November. Our most difficult time was trying to figure out what we were going to wear to the party. I thought the most difficult time was going to be convincing her to attend. But as I walked into the bedroom, she had a beige shawl wrapped around her breast, with no bra, and a black mini-skirt, tan sandals to match the shawl. She was hot, tasteful and ready to go. She styled her blonde hair with waves and curls. Something you would see on one of the covers of a glamour magazine. She applied a light red lip stick, something different that she would do and I felt myself beginning to bulge at the luscious sight. She’s only thirty-five and still can dress to kill.
For myself, I threw on a pair of beige dress pants over my black silky boxers. I put on my gray, loose-wearing, sweatshirt. Lori temporarily left the bedroom and came back in. She put a small cup size of hair-gel on my head and brushed it back with one of her brush.
I replied. “Getting my head wet already?”
She giggled and replied. “Plan on finding someone’s wet spot tonight?”
Lori knows that I am enticed by a whole lot of muff diving. After all, I love it. Personally, I find it to be my favorite sport and passion. After the joking around and trying to look as sexy as we possibly could, the time had come to depart the apartment for the party. We entered our vehicle. The third step was done.
We had discussed our boundaries on our drive to the party. The only thing she required me to do was, pick up a box of condoms from the pharmacy. Other than that, there were ultimately no boundaries. Traveling down the road and just minutes away from the party, Lori made a second request. She wanted to be assuring that I was going to be present and willing with another partner.