Chapter 18A. Interlude 1
Victoria untied the loin cloth that draped Jake's hips. It dropped to the floor. Slowly, firmly, she edged her fingertips underneath the elastic of his navy thong and began stroking his flesh. He took hold of her head, combing his fingers through her hair. Their breathing began to quicken as
she started to pull the thong down... R-I-I-NG... "Hello, Jake here... Yeah, wassup?"...
Moments later, Jake slammed down the phone. "Damn wrong numbers," he growled. Now, where were we?" Victoria chuckled, her polished fingernails still entwined in the spaghetti strap encircling his waist, and planted a series of tiny kisses progressing from his navel southward. Opening her palm, she slid her well-oiled hands against the soft black curls escaping the tiny triangular patch of red silky material facing her. He could feel her hot breath tickling the individual hairs, her lips nuzzling the elastic along his groin, holding his excitement in a well-packaged bulge. A tiny drop of wetness escaped through the material near the top as his involuntary reaction to her touch stretched the thong's waistband away from his skin.
She slid her fingers under and inwards, finding his flesh hot and firm. He moaned and arched his back in anticipation; she exhaled audibly, held her face against him, her lips tasting the isolated spot of moisture. He ran his fingers through her silky black hair as his thong slid down his rigid
legs to the floor.
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and dial again," came the tinny institutional voice over the buzzing receiver, sitting at an awkward angle in the phone's cradle. Startled, Victoria pulled away slightly, looked up into Jake's revering gaze. "Do you want to make a call?" she
asked coyly, holding her ear to his excited manhood. "Nooo," he groaned, kneeling next to her, planting a kiss on her open mouth. "But I do enjoy making this connection." Laughing, she pulled his naked, sweating body on top of her, not caring how much face paint they spilled on the burgundy carpet.
she started to pull the thong down... R-I-I-NG... "Hello, Jake here... Yeah, wassup?"...
Moments later, Jake slammed down the phone. "Damn wrong numbers," he growled. Now, where were we?" Victoria chuckled, her polished fingernails still entwined in the spaghetti strap encircling his waist, and planted a series of tiny kisses progressing from his navel southward. Opening her palm, she slid her well-oiled hands against the soft black curls escaping the tiny triangular patch of red silky material facing her. He could feel her hot breath tickling the individual hairs, her lips nuzzling the elastic along his groin, holding his excitement in a well-packaged bulge. A tiny drop of wetness escaped through the material near the top as his involuntary reaction to her touch stretched the thong's waistband away from his skin.
She slid her fingers under and inwards, finding his flesh hot and firm. He moaned and arched his back in anticipation; she exhaled audibly, held her face against him, her lips tasting the isolated spot of moisture. He ran his fingers through her silky black hair as his thong slid down his rigid
legs to the floor.
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and dial again," came the tinny institutional voice over the buzzing receiver, sitting at an awkward angle in the phone's cradle. Startled, Victoria pulled away slightly, looked up into Jake's revering gaze. "Do you want to make a call?" she
asked coyly, holding her ear to his excited manhood. "Nooo," he groaned, kneeling next to her, planting a kiss on her open mouth. "But I do enjoy making this connection." Laughing, she pulled his naked, sweating body on top of her, not caring how much face paint they spilled on the burgundy carpet.
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