Post by goldenmyst on Jul 10, 2018 23:43:33 GMT -6
Erotic Polish for Your Tango Shoes
I wear tight slacks and a pink silk button-down shirt. We tango across the living room floor with elegant Argentine music playing. Rosa gyrates her hips to the rhythmic beat. She appears to float across the floor and seems to defy gravity. She looks so light with her body undulating like a feather in the wind. Rosa raises her arms above her with her hands outstretched.
She begins thrusting her pelvis to the beat of the music. Her crotch almost touches mine. Her eyes are glazed. She looks transfigured, like a whirling dervish in a state of mystical ecstasy. She closes her eyes as she gyrates rhythmically to the music. She looks as though she is in her own universe oblivious to her surroundings. I feel the heat of her body and grow aroused.
Her sweat covered thighs are illuminated under the chandelier and her perspiration trickles down her cleavage.
Rosa says in a whimsical tone of voice, “Oh, Pablo, you’re such a handsome man. You have machismo!” I move closer to Rosa and come very close to her secret garden. .
Rosa says, “Get down Juan, such a sexy man.” I strut like a rooster in a mating game.
Rosa smiles and says, “Don’t get cocky now. Pablo, I’m going to be your shoe shine girl tonight. I’ve seen how you men like getting that from women, especially at airports.”
I say, “But I ran out of shoe polish.”
Rosa says, “None to worry I’m going to polish your tango shoe with my bottom.”
I am puzzled about what she means. “Which shoe do you mean?”
Rosa smirks. “The shoe is on the tip of your third leg, the one between the other two.”
“I’m having trouble visualizing this.”
She replies, “For your information, I’m not wearing panties. You are to drop your pants but leave on your briefs. Then the fun begins. You must stand perfectly still while I rub my buttocks against you. The only point of contact for us will be my tush on your pubis. Though I know you’ll be dying for a handful of my buns it is not allowed.”
I say, “Talk about sexual frustration. Rosa, you
take the cake. But of course, I’ll play along.”
She does the honors of unzipping me and watching my trousers fall. I say, “I’m hoping there will be a surprise ending to this.”
She says, “Think of it as a blind date because is a new scenario for us.”
Maria suddenly shifts her hips onto me gyrating with her short skirt riding up on her hips barely covering her bare moons in their feminine magnificence. I feel a rush of pleasure, as the tango music continues to wash over me and she thrusts against me with her moons slick with sweat. She fans the flames of my desire into a raging fire.
Her derriere becomes an animated valentine card as she writhes against me. My underwear can hardly contain my manhood as my bulge presses into her posterior crevasse.
My pinnacle though swathed in cotton feels the deepening immersion between her fleshy pillows. She feels like warm wet beach sand to bury myself in. My banana hammock gets soaked in her sweat while her grind turns deep and dark like a burrow where warmth surrounds me. Rosa interrupts the silence and says, “I am your mistress and my butt is your dungeon.”
I say, “Within your walls, there is room enough for my me to find bliss.”
“Methinks you’d like to free your pole to run amok liberated from those skivvies. Your quest is to sink yourself into my holy grail for men.”
“This knitted armor is so flimsy it is pointless.”
She says, “But it makes for great friction.”
I reply, “There is mild chafing.”
“The dampening acts as a soothing lotion to make your pleasure worth the increased sensitivity.”
Her bare tuchis is to my eyes what the moon is to the tides. My orbs are wide open like an astronaut viewing the earth from space for the first time. Her moons are eclipsed by the shadow of the divine trinity of my genitalia, whose sensation reaches its apogee.
I say, “You know your derriere wiggle was more breathtaking than the earthrise over the moon filmed from lunar orbit.”
“With me you can travel without leaving our house. Now I just have to pick the right laundry detergent to take out those stains. Some of them might require hand scrubbing. What a wonderful mess. The sooner I get to them the better.”
I wear tight slacks and a pink silk button-down shirt. We tango across the living room floor with elegant Argentine music playing. Rosa gyrates her hips to the rhythmic beat. She appears to float across the floor and seems to defy gravity. She looks so light with her body undulating like a feather in the wind. Rosa raises her arms above her with her hands outstretched.
She begins thrusting her pelvis to the beat of the music. Her crotch almost touches mine. Her eyes are glazed. She looks transfigured, like a whirling dervish in a state of mystical ecstasy. She closes her eyes as she gyrates rhythmically to the music. She looks as though she is in her own universe oblivious to her surroundings. I feel the heat of her body and grow aroused.
Her sweat covered thighs are illuminated under the chandelier and her perspiration trickles down her cleavage.
Rosa says in a whimsical tone of voice, “Oh, Pablo, you’re such a handsome man. You have machismo!” I move closer to Rosa and come very close to her secret garden. .
Rosa says, “Get down Juan, such a sexy man.” I strut like a rooster in a mating game.
Rosa smiles and says, “Don’t get cocky now. Pablo, I’m going to be your shoe shine girl tonight. I’ve seen how you men like getting that from women, especially at airports.”
I say, “But I ran out of shoe polish.”
Rosa says, “None to worry I’m going to polish your tango shoe with my bottom.”
I am puzzled about what she means. “Which shoe do you mean?”
Rosa smirks. “The shoe is on the tip of your third leg, the one between the other two.”
“I’m having trouble visualizing this.”
She replies, “For your information, I’m not wearing panties. You are to drop your pants but leave on your briefs. Then the fun begins. You must stand perfectly still while I rub my buttocks against you. The only point of contact for us will be my tush on your pubis. Though I know you’ll be dying for a handful of my buns it is not allowed.”
I say, “Talk about sexual frustration. Rosa, you
take the cake. But of course, I’ll play along.”
She does the honors of unzipping me and watching my trousers fall. I say, “I’m hoping there will be a surprise ending to this.”
She says, “Think of it as a blind date because is a new scenario for us.”
Maria suddenly shifts her hips onto me gyrating with her short skirt riding up on her hips barely covering her bare moons in their feminine magnificence. I feel a rush of pleasure, as the tango music continues to wash over me and she thrusts against me with her moons slick with sweat. She fans the flames of my desire into a raging fire.
Her derriere becomes an animated valentine card as she writhes against me. My underwear can hardly contain my manhood as my bulge presses into her posterior crevasse.
My pinnacle though swathed in cotton feels the deepening immersion between her fleshy pillows. She feels like warm wet beach sand to bury myself in. My banana hammock gets soaked in her sweat while her grind turns deep and dark like a burrow where warmth surrounds me. Rosa interrupts the silence and says, “I am your mistress and my butt is your dungeon.”
I say, “Within your walls, there is room enough for my me to find bliss.”
“Methinks you’d like to free your pole to run amok liberated from those skivvies. Your quest is to sink yourself into my holy grail for men.”
“This knitted armor is so flimsy it is pointless.”
She says, “But it makes for great friction.”
I reply, “There is mild chafing.”
“The dampening acts as a soothing lotion to make your pleasure worth the increased sensitivity.”
Her bare tuchis is to my eyes what the moon is to the tides. My orbs are wide open like an astronaut viewing the earth from space for the first time. Her moons are eclipsed by the shadow of the divine trinity of my genitalia, whose sensation reaches its apogee.
I say, “You know your derriere wiggle was more breathtaking than the earthrise over the moon filmed from lunar orbit.”
“With me you can travel without leaving our house. Now I just have to pick the right laundry detergent to take out those stains. Some of them might require hand scrubbing. What a wonderful mess. The sooner I get to them the better.”
