Ever since I had received the gift of airline tickets in the mail from Shelly, I had been eagerly anticipating the trip. The night we had shared together was so hot and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I thought about it every night while I was rubbing my pussy to orgasm. I just couldn’t forget the way her hands had felt on my body, her lips on my nipples and the taste of her beautiful pussy in my mouth.
I arrived in Los Angeles exactly 2 weeks ago. I stepped out of the cab, double-checking the address that I had scribbled on a piece of paper. I couldn’t believe I was actually there. Without a moment’s hesitation, I paid the cab driver, grabbed my suitcase and headed up the walkway to the front lobby of the apartment building. With my stomach nervously fluttering, I buzzed Shelly’s apartment. A moment later, I heard Shelly’s voice,
“I’ll be right down” was all she said before I heard a click and she had disconnected.
About 30 seconds later, I was face-to-face once again with Shelly. She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt and dark blue hip-hugger jeans. Her hair was swept up off her face and she had very little, if any, makeup on. By the looks of her prominent nipples, she was either a little chilly or was feeling the same way I was: very horny.
“Hi sweetie! I’m so glad you made it” Shelly squealed as she hugged me tight. “ Wow, Abbey, you really look great”.
I briefly looked down at myself and secretly felt pleased that she approved of the way I looked. I had spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I should wear. After much frustration with my wardrobe, I had finally decided to go out and buy an entirely new outfit for this occasion. I hadn’t wanted to appear over-dressed but I also didn’t want to look sloppy. Knowing that red looks fabulous on me, I had bought a fitted, red tank top that allowed me to show off sufficient cleavage in order to look sexy without looking trashy. I was also wearing a thin, sheer,... Læs hele novellen
