Molly knew other people considered her pretty. She had been told often enough that she was to believe it. It wasn’t that she lacked confidence, she had a good job. People depended on her, and she was famous for not letting them down. Besides, even though she hadn’t wanted Mr. Perfect, she had been able to hook a fabulous man on the other side of the door.
It wasn’t any of those issues that kept her from stripping her clothes off and doing Mr. Waterfall right then and there. The thing that kept her from going to the buttons separating their skin was his chest, pressing against hers. She had never been so utterly seduced in her life. Her legs parted of their own accord.
In movies it seemed that things didn’t get serious until all the clothes were off. Standing there as she was in her Power Puff pajamas, she would readily challenge that assumption. Things were serious already. The man was touching her everywhere, seemingly fascinated with the fabric that covered her. His hand moved over her shoulders, and to her chest, and then down between her legs.
There was no conscious decision to spread her legs, Molly just felt them react like a trap door. He was the only one that had known where to find the hidden lever. She felt him searching for more, his hand following the seam of the pants to where all points met right under her own center. Molly gasped, and suddenly eyes too blue were piercing her own eyes. He smiled, a manly smile, pleased that he had gotten a reaction.
Molly turned her head away not looking at his face, and let her cheek fall to his shoulder. He smelled good, like man, and water, and dear god he smelled like sex waiting to happen. She memorized it, promising herself she would find a way to bottle and sell it on the other side of the door. The man’s fingers were very busy little bees, and they were quickly producing honey down there. She felt her face warm, and forced herself to face him again.
It wasn’t any of those issues that kept her from stripping her clothes off and doing Mr. Waterfall right then and there. The thing that kept her from going to the buttons separating their skin was his chest, pressing against hers. She had never been so utterly seduced in her life. Her legs parted of their own accord.
In movies it seemed that things didn’t get serious until all the clothes were off. Standing there as she was in her Power Puff pajamas, she would readily challenge that assumption. Things were serious already. The man was touching her everywhere, seemingly fascinated with the fabric that covered her. His hand moved over her shoulders, and to her chest, and then down between her legs.
There was no conscious decision to spread her legs, Molly just felt them react like a trap door. He was the only one that had known where to find the hidden lever. She felt him searching for more, his hand following the seam of the pants to where all points met right under her own center. Molly gasped, and suddenly eyes too blue were piercing her own eyes. He smiled, a manly smile, pleased that he had gotten a reaction.
Molly turned her head away not looking at his face, and let her cheek fall to his shoulder. He smelled good, like man, and water, and dear god he smelled like sex waiting to happen. She memorized it, promising herself she would find a way to bottle and sell it on the other side of the door. The man’s fingers were very busy little bees, and they were quickly producing honey down there. She felt her face warm, and forced herself to face him again.
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