Lori's visitor tried pulling off her blanket, every time he came. It didn't work, she mumbled, "when are you coming?"
"Soon," he told her
"Please make it very soon."
He asked her for something, she said yes.
So, here was Lori, all moved in, and unpacked. No story came to her, she decided to go to the store.
Do we ever do things without realizing we're doing them? Lori certainly did, and she continued into the night.
Not being able to sit still, she walked from room to room. Her hands constantly smoothing the skirt.
She saw her reflection in the bedroom mirror. Admiring her creerleading outfit, Lori didn't see a small orb of light behind her.
White with blue trim looked good on her, nude thigh high stocking accented her legs, quite nice.
Lifting her skirt, a single dark strip of hair could be seen through lace panties.
Her eyes widend at the sight of a transparent man behind her. A mix of cold and warm air filled the room. Hair lifted off her shoulders from a sudden breeze. He was becoming more solid, a flash of light, and he was finally there.
A young twenty year old Italian stud moved up behind her. Dark hair and eyes, long straight nose, sensual lips, chisled jaw. A muscled body clung to his white shirt. Large bulge pushed out his dress pants.
Large tan hands rested on her shoulders, a snow melting smile took her breath away.
In the blink of an eye, they were in each other's arms, kissing like time was running out. Her hands ran through his hair, his went to her ass, strong fingers, well beyond caressing her. She moaned in his mouth, her fingers went from his hair to his shirt. She ripped it open, buttons flying.
Lori's lips sizzled kissing his bulging, muscled chest. He moaned as she moved down, sinking to her knees. Her tongue and lips going wild. Dark hair just above his pants tickled her lips. Her hands opened his pants, she pushed him back on the bed.
Lori folded her arms, a smirk on her lips. "What's your name?"
"Well Chris, I'm sure you know what to do."