It’s 2 PM in my living room. Six women sketch the male model in his tight black lycra shorts. Heartbeats steady. But my mind races back to last session. Mylène. Fully nude. Effortless. My core tightens just thinking of her.
After they left, she showered. Emerged in my open robe. Sat across from me. Legs parted. Breasts bare. Eyes locked. ‘How do you do it? So natural, exposed.’ She grinned. ‘I love exhibiting. Showing everything. Turns me on.’ Heat floods my belly. Pulse hammers. I imagine myself there. Posing. Watched.
The Fever
‘You’d do it?’ Her voice husky. She swings back, one cute tit swaying free. My nipples harden. ‘Maybe. Here. Now.’ She drops the robe. Spins. Kneels to flash her ass. ‘Need a voyeur. That’s you.’ Skin burns. I strip jeans, panties. Unbutton blouse. No bra. Firm tits bounce free. Naked. Delivered to her gaze.
She devours me. Head to toe. Two meters away. My pussy lips swell. Wetness trickles. She spreads her smooth lips. Bare clit glistens. I part my legs. Step closer. Fingers pull my folds open. Electric jolt shoots through me. She kneels inches from my heat. Breath on my skin. ‘Lie on the carpet.’ Commanding whisper.
The Fever peaks. Urgency claws. Possession imminent.
I stretch out. She mirrors, head at my pussy, foot up on table. Her wet cave stares back. I mimic. Clits throb in sync. Mirrors of hunger. Her hand dives in. Fingers slick with cream. ‘Exhibit more than body.’ Presses to my nose. Musky nectar. I inhale deep. My turn. Dip into my sopping slit. Offer her.
The Blaze
She sucks my fingers. Salty tang explodes. I swallow hers. Deeper bond. Her hand snakes back. Finger circles her asshole. Dips in. Circles clit. I copy. Barely touch mine. Boom. Orgasm rips me. Endless waves. Body convulses. She shudders too. Gasps echo. Juices flood. Worlds blur.
Skin scorches. Hearts thunder. Total loss of control.
We lie spent. Gazes locked. Sit up. Embrace. Soft kisses. Sisters. Lovers. Shared secrets. Time slows. Bodies glow. Aftershocks pulse. Unique. Eternal.
Back now. Juliette leaves. Neighbors too. Door shuts. Isa smirks. ‘Kids gone. Real fun. Model, drop the shorts?’ Eyes on his bulge. My skin still burns from memory. Ready for more.