HOT CHOCOLATE - hot wife

Warning: This ebook contains explicit sex scenes intended for adult readers only. A girl's first 'hot chocolate' should always be something special... ...We were just enjoying a glass of energizing Lucozade, admiring the functional IKEA furnishings of Tab's guest room, and nattering about everything else but what out brains were really buzzing with – the anticipation of illicit sex, when there was a soft knock on the door. Tab looked down and pointing at my feet.… (more)

Warning: This ebook contains explicit sex scenes intended for adult readers only. A girl's first 'hot chocolate' should always be something special... ...We were just enjoying a glass of energizing Lucozade, admiring the functional IKEA furnishings of Tab's guest room, and nattering about everything else but what out brains were really buzzing with – the anticipation of illicit sex, when there was a soft knock on the door. Tab looked down and pointing at my feet. I glanced down and quickly took of my Birkenstock sandals, replacing them with my high heels from the bag. Satisfied she grinned and give me the 'A-OK' sign with her thumb and middle finger. "Your first black lover has arrived!" she whispered, and walked purposefully to the door. She was wearing the flimsiest see-through short pink nightie which bulged out over her full maternal breasts and nipples pressing against the flimsy fabric. She could have just stepped off the set of 'Trailer Trash XII'. A tiny pink g-string covered what was left to be covered of her shaved crotch, and her high-heeled mules gave her the perfect posture to thrust her bare butt out, leaving nothing to the imagination. I watched her sculptured white legs and her athlete's ass sway and suddenly Matt's mom seemed to me to be just about the sexiest, most desirable white suburban bitch I knew. Bar none. In just a black thong, strapless bra and my Jimmy Choo high heels I felt positively undressed for the occasion. Tab opened the door and smiled radiantly. "Hi there!" Tab purred and lent forward to kiss someone behind the door, then said, "Come on in." I was sitting with my bare recently shaved legs crossed, with a Jimmy Choo dangling from my foot with practiced nonchalance. My new 'friend's' eyes glided appreciatively up from my naked instep to my equally naked thighs, a good proportion of which were exposed as I lolled back in the chair, sucking on my energy drink. And very glad I was to have it too. From the moment I agreed to this outrageous rendezvous I'd been expecting a hulking black bull to walk through the door. Instead I was staring open-mouthed at the very last person I ever expected to see: a lanky black teen whose face lit up when he saw me. "Yo, mama!" the pool service kid said, with a million-dollar smile and a mouthful of braces. I smiled back politely. It was the least I could do. "Elle!" Tab cooed. "This's Rabbit. And he just loves fucking older white women."