Astrid is tall, busty, and beautiful. She’s wearing a patterned skintight jumpsuit which leaves zero uncertainty as to her sexy perfection. She walks through the door from the patio with a sanguine grace, hips sashaying and chest bouncing. She’s precise, planning each catlike step through the room, past Dan, her boyfriend, asleep on the recliner. Around Levi, Dan’s cousin and my best friend, asleep on the loveseat.
And up to me.
I stare up at her. I can’t not but stare. Her platinum blonde hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and as she looks down at me, laying out on the cabin’s couch, it’s over her considerable chest. My gaze slides down her frame, over her flat belly, her slender waist, to where her legs meet. The thin fabric of her jumpsuit is pulled tight into her pussy.
My breath catches.
“You like?” she says, running her hands up her sides.
“Uh-huh,” I nod dumbly.
She smiles and walks away. I stare at her curvy, round ass, daydreaming… She pauses, turning her head over her shoulder to look at me as if I’m an idiot. “Are you coming?”