Recent Blog: MR CAMELTOE - MRCAMELTOE walked to a wet bar tucked into a corner of the room, took out two fluted champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne. He poured them each a glass then guided Mira to the couch. He sat sideways in one corner and pulled her next to him, turning her so that she could lay in his arms, her legs stretched out on the couch. He picked up a remote control and, pressing a couple of buttons, activated his stereo, and the room was awash in the mellow voice of Barry White. Another button lowered the lights to a soft glow. He clicked his glass to Mira's. "Welcome to my home. I hope this will be but the first of your visits." His rich, melodic voice washed over her as a caress as he looked into her eyes and they drank a sip of their champagne.
They sat together like that, sipping their champagne, listening to the music, and Hiroshi's hands stroked over her body, caressing her neck, shoulders, her hips and stomach, before cupping first one breast than the other, his thumb rubbing across each nipple through her sweater, causing them to form tight peaks as she allowed the pleasurable sensations claim her body and mind. Just as she thought she could take no more, Hiroshi sat his glass on the table, took hers from her hand and placed it next to his. With both of his hands now free he raised her sweater and pulled it over her head, tossing it onto the table next to the empty glasses.
