My new housemate is a bohemian by her own admission. And you all know how I feel about bohemians. She sunbathes in our backyard naked. That kind of bohemian.
Since I moved in, Bri’s taken me to two hot springs and a nude beach, so we’ve grown accustomed to being naked around each other. Her level of comfort with her body is contagious, it seems. Some curvy girls spend their days pining for a different shape, but Bri treats her hips like bragging rights and her tits like prizes hard-won.
A few days ago I came home from work to Bri wrestling with a bottle of wine, trying to get it open. Between the two of us, we managed to uncork the thing, and she insisted that I have a glass with her. Bri spends many an evening watching movies, drinking red wine, and every time I walk in on her we talk about sharing a bottle sometime. Tonight’s the night, she said.
I followed her into the living room, watching her skirt pitch and buck as her ass jiggled. Her ass makes me think of pears. We sat on the couch and let the spicy crimson wine push us down into the cushions. Bri looked relaxed, reclining on the couch, her chin nearly tucked in her soft cleavage.
“I’ve been so horny today,” she said, giggling self consciously after she said it. “I don’t even know why.”
“I’d take it as a sign if I were you,” I said. “A subtle signal from you body that it’s time to get off.”
“Yeah, and wine just makes me hornier. The warmth keeps going after it reaches my stomach and ends up in my pussy. I feel warm and horny and good.” Read the rest of this entry »