*Here is a sneak peek for my fans before the next chapter of Internal Desire is up on my page of Literotica.*
When she off the promotional slideshow on the giant screen in her office, it acted as a mirror. It reflected her backside, allowing Nick to simultaneously see all angles Tracy had to offer. Yoga had treated her body very well. As she slid her beige skirt down her legs, her tight-yet somehow still bubble like-rear end sprung out and revealed its hungry tendencies as it swallowed up the tiny, sexy underwear Tracy seemed to favor. In what had become her routine, Tracy then reached both hands back and cupped under each cheek, playfully jiggled them against each other, then dug out the wedgie before she finally straightened the dental-floss strings again.
Next, she turned her attention to her top. Generally favoring form-fitting, silky blouses that snug her curves and either had no or at best loose sleeves, Nick marveled at how well the garments hid what was underneath. Tracy ran her hands from her hips to her neckline before she unfastened whatever buttons or ties held the top together. Before she let the garment slide off her shoulders, Tracy seemed to delight in one last soft caress of the thin material as it danced over her skin, guided by her fingertips. Her eyes closed, and Nick wondered where her mind went as she rolled her neck and drifted off into a daydream and hugged her washboard tummy and hips. Read more »