Thread: The Shadow Man {Darkest Nightmare & Xanapahia}

Lydia giggled as he cheered her on, her show obviously exciting him even more. It was so easy to relax around him now, feeling safe and secure in his presence, pushing her lifelong fears out of her mind for the night. She turned back around as she shirt fell to the floor, letting him see the jiggle of her expansive rack. Soft swellings of her chest held back by a thin piece of fabric, the diaphanous material unable to conceal her nipples hardening in desire. She licked her lips as he revealed his own chest, well defined rock hard abs that made her sigh in delight. Now she was the one who wanted to touch him, wanted to trace the muscle as they went down his body. He was ready working on his pants, and she did the same, slipping her fingers between her hips and her skirt, and rolling it down her womanly hips. There was a time she felt embarrassed for her curvy figure, more substantial that then of her thin friends. She wasnt overweight really, a bit soft in places, and her curves were prominent. Dean had been quite fond of her body, and that gave her some needed self-confidence. She finally got the skirt over her hips and let it pool on the floor when she heard him curse. The anger in his voice made her flinch, but soon she saw he was just having trouble with his zipper. its okay, she tried to reassure him, coming to his side clad only in fiery red undergarments. She dropped to her knees, surely an alluring sight for the young man as the girl of his dreams kneeled before him, her head aligned with his manhood. Looking down at her now he would see the ample cleave of her white breasts, and the curve of her ass sticking out under her thong. She spent a moment or two fooling with the zipper, carefully trying to disengage the underlying cloth from the teeth of the zipper. After a few minutes of little success, she looked up at his with a smirk. There are other ways of getting you out of your pants, She kidded him, sliding soft fingers between his hips and his jeans. The fit him well, which looked nice against his sexy abs, but would make taking them off a bit more difficult. Still she was patient and, inch-by-inch, she worked them down. The emerging hip bones were a pleasant treat to her, making her heart beat faster as she revealed more. After a minute or two of tugging and pulling, shimmying and wiggling, he was free of his pants. However, it seemed that his boxers had gotten bunched up under his jeans and they two had come down and know she was eye level with his hard cock. Oh my, she said in a breathy gasp, the pulsing symbol of his manhood just inches from her face. It was the first time she had seen a cock up close, and his was quite a specimen. It smelt strongly of his masculine scent, and she found it quite alluring. She took it into her supple fingers and stroked it a couple times, feeling the veins as she slid down to the base. She planted a wet kiss on the tip of it, lingering and moist. She would have done more, but she remembered some of her friends saying the boys wouldnt kiss them after they had cock in their mouths. She didnt think Dean would be like that, but she had to be sure before she showed him anymore attention, standing up now.He was naked and she was close too as their bodies pressed together. The feeling of his skin against hers was electric and she wrapped her arms around his neck and went in for another deep kiss, looking for a reaction since she had just as his cock against her lips.