would be disappointed by them.
‘Come on!’ Dan had his hands at the waistband of his jeans.
Just do it quickly, Petal told herself, reaching down to unbuckle the belt slung around her hips. The trouble with projecting your image as incredibly sophisticated and confident was that, once you’d established your cool credentials and ensured that everyone was in awe of your poise, you couldn’t really let down your force-field of assurance . . . Petal’s belt dropped to the floor, its buckle clanging as it landed on the granite slab. Dan whooped and unbuckled his own belt.
Just do it quickly. Petal grabbed the hem of her ruffled top and dragged it up and over her head, shaking her hair as she threw the top aside so that her bob would fall back into its smooth shape again.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. God knew, she didn’t need to. And though she wouldn’t want to be as big all over as Tas, Petal did flash back for a moment on the fuchsia lace of Tas’s bra, so clearly on display, and had a rush of envy for how good her friend’s 36DD boobs had looked.
Warily, she met Dan’s eyes. She wasn’t an idiot; she knew he wasn’t expecting C cups to magically pop out from nowhere. Still, she was bracing herself against any disappointment, any expression that said, You’re joking! Is that it?
But as she looked into his grey eyes, her heart stopped for a brief moment. His mouth was open, his gaze was misty. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
‘You’re so beautiful ,’ he breathed.
Petal felt her entire body grow warm under his stare of admiration. It was so blatant, so unabashedly appreciative, that she blossomed, the remnants of insecurity about her flat chest falling away like dried-up husks, with herself fresh and smooth and pretty at the centre, and a really cute boy staring at her as if he wanted to eat her up with a spoon.
‘Tell me something I don’t know,’ she said saucily, grabbing the waistbands of her mini, tights and knickers and pulling them all down in one fell swoop, kicking off her cowboy boots, wadding her discarded clothes up into a ball and punting them across the bathroom, onto the granite floor between the two glass screens of the wetroom area. ‘Well?’ she taunted, hands on her bare hips. ‘What are you waiting for?’
Then she screamed as Dan picked her up by the waist, swung her in the air, and dumped her into the swirling bath water. He stripped down in a few seconds, his boots dragged off, the buttons of his jeans fly hitting metallically against the bidet as he discarded them in a frantic rush of excitement.
‘Aww,’ Petal cooed as he vaulted into the bath. She reached between his legs, gripping his penis, making him groan with pleasure. ‘You got me a present! That’s so sweet of you!’
‘Sit on my lap and I can give it to you properly,’ he said eagerly, grabbing her round the waist, trying to pull her onto his cock.
‘No, I want to suck you off,’ Petal said, resisting. ‘I said I was going to, didn’t I?’
‘No, I want you to fuck me! Come on, pet, sit on me cock. I’ve been busting to fuck you for hours and hours now. I swear I’ll pull out in time . . .’
He looked so handsome that Petal wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her tongue into his mouth, wriggling around, feeling the tip of his cock bobbing eagerly under her. Dan seized his opportunity; he grabbed her waist, lifting her a little, sliding one hand to his penis and directing it just where he wanted it, gasping with excitement, moaning: ‘Oh, fuck, yeah , that’s it, that’s fucking it !’ as his hard cock edged its way inside her, moving gently, nervous of going too far, too fast.
‘I’ll suck you off later, OK?’ Petal said, pulling back a little.
They were both wet from head to toe now, the splashing water jets drenching them as they writhed around.
‘Yeah, thanks, that’d be great,’ Dan mumbled, so overwhelmed with sensation he was barely able to get a word
‘Come on!’ Dan had his hands at the waistband of his jeans.
Just do it quickly, Petal told herself, reaching down to unbuckle the belt slung around her hips. The trouble with projecting your image as incredibly sophisticated and confident was that, once you’d established your cool credentials and ensured that everyone was in awe of your poise, you couldn’t really let down your force-field of assurance . . . Petal’s belt dropped to the floor, its buckle clanging as it landed on the granite slab. Dan whooped and unbuckled his own belt.
Just do it quickly. Petal grabbed the hem of her ruffled top and dragged it up and over her head, shaking her hair as she threw the top aside so that her bob would fall back into its smooth shape again.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. God knew, she didn’t need to. And though she wouldn’t want to be as big all over as Tas, Petal did flash back for a moment on the fuchsia lace of Tas’s bra, so clearly on display, and had a rush of envy for how good her friend’s 36DD boobs had looked.
Warily, she met Dan’s eyes. She wasn’t an idiot; she knew he wasn’t expecting C cups to magically pop out from nowhere. Still, she was bracing herself against any disappointment, any expression that said, You’re joking! Is that it?
But as she looked into his grey eyes, her heart stopped for a brief moment. His mouth was open, his gaze was misty. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
‘You’re so beautiful ,’ he breathed.
Petal felt her entire body grow warm under his stare of admiration. It was so blatant, so unabashedly appreciative, that she blossomed, the remnants of insecurity about her flat chest falling away like dried-up husks, with herself fresh and smooth and pretty at the centre, and a really cute boy staring at her as if he wanted to eat her up with a spoon.
‘Tell me something I don’t know,’ she said saucily, grabbing the waistbands of her mini, tights and knickers and pulling them all down in one fell swoop, kicking off her cowboy boots, wadding her discarded clothes up into a ball and punting them across the bathroom, onto the granite floor between the two glass screens of the wetroom area. ‘Well?’ she taunted, hands on her bare hips. ‘What are you waiting for?’
Then she screamed as Dan picked her up by the waist, swung her in the air, and dumped her into the swirling bath water. He stripped down in a few seconds, his boots dragged off, the buttons of his jeans fly hitting metallically against the bidet as he discarded them in a frantic rush of excitement.
‘Aww,’ Petal cooed as he vaulted into the bath. She reached between his legs, gripping his penis, making him groan with pleasure. ‘You got me a present! That’s so sweet of you!’
‘Sit on my lap and I can give it to you properly,’ he said eagerly, grabbing her round the waist, trying to pull her onto his cock.
‘No, I want to suck you off,’ Petal said, resisting. ‘I said I was going to, didn’t I?’
‘No, I want you to fuck me! Come on, pet, sit on me cock. I’ve been busting to fuck you for hours and hours now. I swear I’ll pull out in time . . .’
He looked so handsome that Petal wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her tongue into his mouth, wriggling around, feeling the tip of his cock bobbing eagerly under her. Dan seized his opportunity; he grabbed her waist, lifting her a little, sliding one hand to his penis and directing it just where he wanted it, gasping with excitement, moaning: ‘Oh, fuck, yeah , that’s it, that’s fucking it !’ as his hard cock edged its way inside her, moving gently, nervous of going too far, too fast.
‘I’ll suck you off later, OK?’ Petal said, pulling back a little.
They were both wet from head to toe now, the splashing water jets drenching them as they writhed around.
‘Yeah, thanks, that’d be great,’ Dan mumbled, so overwhelmed with sensation he was barely able to get a word
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