In walked the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in real life. She was about eighteen, six feet tall, had long straight tanned legs, a perfect face with tiny features, and a peaches and cream complexion. Her shoulder length, golden-blond, straight hair is cut to perfection in what, no doubt, was a $400.00 New York or Palm Beach salon cut.
She walked with her perfect posture to the ordering counter, wearing a gossamer-thin chiffon garment in honey and white that followed her body like a cloud when she moved. It reached all the way down to the bottom of her luscious, bare ass cheeks.
She took a seat right next to me to wait for her drink so I could study her close up. After a few moments in my delirium, she got up and went to the pickup station, where, with her back to me, she bent forward to pick up her coffee. Her little garment rode up, uncovering her entire behind, showing her golden, juicy vulva covered only by a tiny wisp of thin fabric.
Naturally, I got up without hesitation and went up behind her, opened my fly, took out my straining erection and slid it all the way into her moist vagina. She didn’t move except to look quietly over her shoulder at me, smiling a little smile of approval as I pumped my semen into her. After a few moments of that, my scrotum looked like yesterday’s deflated party balloon.
I snapped out of this daydream when my wife said to me, “If you didn’t look at that girl’s ass, I’d have scheduled you for the neurologist.”
