Written by N.E. Mensch. N.E. Mensch is a first time Jewrotica writer.
I picked her up and, as god-is-my-witness truth, she was wearing The Look.
I mean, you have to see this woman in a blouse, skirt and tights to understand her pull, her secret flirting tease.
It’s like, she’s not doing it intentionally.
But, it’s there. It’s unmistakable.
I hugged her.
And held her face as I gave her a kiss.
She’d been holding out on me for so long.
But she closed those beautiful eyes, above which was the soft, fuck-me green eye shadow.
She had put on a tease of lipstick.
She kissed me, and not quickly. Her kiss came with a lingering parting of the lips.
Once home, she began making a cup of tea. She asked for the amaretto.
She stood at the counter. I was behind her, having shut off the burner.
I looked at her from behind.
What a specimen.
The fabulous ass teasingly covered by the short skirt.
The back of her tight thighs, shrouded with the black tights.
I put my hands on her hips.
She didn’t say a word.
I kissed her right cheek softly.
She took a sip of her tea.
She kissed the left side of my face.
She put down her cup.
She held my face.
She gave me a kiss, her eyes closed.
She lingered.
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