Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Yet, I can’t stop staring. With the way Emily’s moving, I can tell that she’s not wearing a bra under her pajama shirt. Her huge tits are swaying gently, her nipples sticking out against the little hearts on the fabric. My cock hardens uncomfortably inside my jeans and I try to shift it so she won’t notice.
“Now where is that scoop?” she muses as she continues to rifle through the drawers. “I love ice cream,” she giggles. “I eat so much of it. Gallons and gallons, even. It’s why I look the way I do.”
“Yeah, but you look amazing,” I rasp immediately, taking in her curvy figure. Emily looks up at me suddenly, blushing again, and I think I’ve fucked up. But then the girl smiles, flustered, and goes back to looking for the scoop.
Get a grip! the voice in my head screams. The point is to NOT come off as a dirty old man, remember?
Yet, it’s impossible. I wish I could stop staring at Emily’s tits, but it’s difficult. And as my cock continues to harden persistently, I can’t help but imagine her curvy form soaked through again. What her tits would look like showing through the thin fabric with the hearts as it clings to her like a second skin. The cleft of her ass when those shorts are plastered against her wide hips. What she would feel like in my arms, under my hands. Fuck this. This is getting out of control. I should just apologize for my inappropriate behavior and then leave, immediately. But I’m so turned on by Emily that I can’t speak.
“Oh!” she suddenly exclaims. “Now I remember! I had some ice cream late last night and put the scooper in the dishwasher! It hasn’t been run yet.” She opens the dishwasher and bends down to roll out the bottom tray to search for the scoop in the cutlery compartment. Her round, heart-shaped ass rises up in the air, facing me, and my mouth goes dry because the way she’s standing, I can actually see the outline of her pussy in her pajama shorts as the fabric stretches across her figure. I can literally see the sweet furrow there, as well as the plush, swollen lips. Oh shit. This is too much for me to handle. My cock throbs painfully as it grows harder and longer inside my jeans, with nowhere to go.
“Here it is!” Emily giggles, finally locating the scoop. “Sorry about that. Let me just get it clean.” I turn my body away in the hopes of hiding my enormous boner as she washes the utensil in the sink.
“Don’t worry about it,” I force myself to sound as natural as possible. “I can wash it at home.” I’m desperate to get out of here before she sees the effect she’s had on me because I’m out of control at this point.
“Nonsense!” Emily laughs. “I’m not giving you a dirty ice cream scooper to take home with you. What kind of neighbor would that make me? In fact, would you like some ice cream right now? We’ve got like five different flavors in the freezer, and now, the scooper’s all clean and ready to use,” she says with a bright smile.
“Yeah, but don’t you have school?” I rasp breathlessly.
“Oh school!” Emily sighs. “Yes, I do, but not until later, because this semester I have first period free.” Then she strolls over to the freezer, her big bottom shaking, and reaches into the freezer before pulling out a pink tub of ice cream. “How’s strawberry shortcake?” she asks over one shoulder. I can only stare at her plump, pink lips as she says the words, wishing I could feel them on mine. I bet they taste like strawberry shortcake.
“That’s fine,” I manage in a semi-normal voice. The intensity with which I want her must be coming off me in waves of heat, and Emily shoots me a strange look. But then she smiles like a Cheshire cat.
“Jason,” she says, a little breathless herself. “Why don’t you take a seat?” She gestures to the chairs at the table, and I oblige, wincing at the painful way my cock is restrained inside my jeans. But at least I’m seated now, without my giant boner out in the open for her to see.
Meanwhile, Emily is scooping the ice cream now, the movement of her arms pressing her huge tits together and making her nipples even more prominent. I almost burst out of my jeans at the sight, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Clearly, I need to leave now. This is getting to be a porno scene.
Suddenly, Emily lets out a little shriek.
“Whoops!” she cries as her hand slips, spilling ice cream all over her shirt. Her sharp intake of breath is followed by a nervous giggle. “Oooh, that’s cold.” But honestly, this really is a porno. Her shirt is wet and pink and sticky, clinging to her tits, except this time, Emily doesn’t make a run for it. Instead, she’s heading over to me carrying two bowls of ice cream, her tits swaying heavily as the wet fabric hugs them. She’s looking right at me, her pouting lips parting in a smile.