Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
But it’s more than just the play of light mixed with Angela’s beautiful form. It’s her. The curvy girl has an inner radiance that’s apparent every time she smiles, and whenever she laughs, my ears perk at the lilting lightness. I’m attuned to this woman with every cell of my body, like it or not.
After all, this isn’t exactly what I expected when I invited Angie to the gala. I admit, I had an ulterior motive, which is that I didn’t want to bring a normal date who’d develop expectations. Those types of ladies are everywhere in New York, and it’s honestly a drag at this point in my life. They’d never leave my side, those red claws digging into my arm for countless hours. Even worse, they generally expect sex at the end of the night, which normally, would be fine. But in the last couple months, I’ve been celibate. I know, it’s crazy and out of character. But the thought of boning some faceless chick makes my skin itch at the moment. Instead, I crave curves, a lilting laugh, and the humor that I see sparkling in Angela’s eyes.
Unable to help myself, I move towards the beautiful woman as if magnetized, stepping into the conversation.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I murmur to Bert and Janet Gruber. “I’m just going to grab my date for a whirl on the dance floor.”
“Oh no problem!” Janet smiles. “We’ve had a wonderful time chatting with your girlfriend, Dominic. Please bring her around again!”
“Oh yes, she’s lovely,” Bert chimes in before turning to his wife. “My dear, isn’t it time that we took a whirl around the dance floor as well? You used to cut the rug when we were in high school. Let’s see if you’ve still got moves!”
Then, the small couple glide onto the dance floor, their petite forms gyrating as they do the twist. Literally, Mr. and Mrs. Gruber are twisting on the dance floor, although the music is a classical melody. But Angela merely laughs in my arms as we sail seamlessly around the room, her lithe figure light and elegant in my arms.
“The Grubers are so cute,” she murmurs with a smile. “They were telling me about their latest trip to Malaga, Spain, and I had no idea! Did you know that the Grubers are practicing nudists, and that Malaga is a hotspot for nude beaches?”
I shoot a wry smile at the woman in my arms. Angela feels right, as if we’ve been dancing a lifetime together.
“I think the latest term is ‘naturist,’ sweetheart. The word ‘nudist’ has fallen out of fashion because it’s not just a clothes or no-clothes thing. It’s a lifestyle for the people who practice.”
Angela laughs melodiously.
“Sorry, I had no idea because I’m not up to date on naturist lingo. But it’s so interesting, isn’t it? I never would have guessed that about the Grubers. They must be what – seventy? Eighty?”
I shoot the beautiful blonde a wry smile.
“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know, sweetheart. To be honest, I think all of those resorts are filled with old, wrinkly people who love living wild and free. But the wrinkly butts get to me. There’s no need to parade that around, and I definitely don’t need to see it.”
“Oh my gosh,” Angela giggles mirthfully. “You’re so bad, Dominic! Wrinkly butts. How hysterical!”
She giggles again, and I use a swell in the music to direct us seamlessly towards one of the massive entryways leading to a hallway. Then, I sweep Angela into the darkened hallway and lead her about thirty feet into the bowels of the building. I’m not sure she notices because she’s still giggling about the Grubers and their chosen lifestyle.
“Imagine,” she says in a mirthful tone. “Saggy—”
That’s when I cut her off. I pull her curvy form close to my big one, and my lips swoop down in a dominating kiss. Angie is startled at first, her small palms flat against my hard chest but then she melts in my arms, kissing me back.
“You taste so good, sweetheart,” I rasp. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”
She doesn’t have a chance to answer because I’m ravaging her mouth now. That plush pout has parted, and I sweep my tongue inside, sampling her femininity as she gasps with surprise.
“Oh!” she cries. “Dominic!”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I moan throatily as I pull the top of her dress down. Her big breasts bobble free, the orbs like scoops of vanilla ice cream, and I can’t resist. I bend my head and take a hard pink tip into my mouth, suckling hard on her sensitized flesh.
“Ohhhh!” Angie cries out, her small hands threading through my hair as I nurse at her tits. “Oh my god, someone’s going to see us!”
“No, they won’t,” I rasp before licking at the hard pink strawberry of her nipple, and then suckling at it once again. “We’re hidden away, and besides everyone is inside enjoying the party. It’s fine, baby. We’re fine.”