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“Hey Lisa, where’s your hairdryer?” Alex froze on the bottom step as she spotted the two men standing in the dining room.
Both men stared at her open robe. A slight blush touched her cheeks as she pulled the green satin tightly around her waist. No one is suppose to arrive for the party for another 30 minutes.
The tall, broad shouldered man cleared his throat. An amused smile played on his lips. “Robert, does your wife know that you have a half naked woman running around your house?”
Alex’s blush deepened as the deep rich voice sent tingles up her spine. He didn’t see anything, she assured herself. Staring into his golden eyes, Alex realized she might not care if he saw more of her.
“Rob,” she stared accusingly at her brother. “You did tell me 7:30, right?”
Rob smiled widely, “Yes, but you should know better than to walk around with your robe open.”
Rob’s laughter filled the air. Alex rolled her eyes. Smiling sweetly, she extended her hand to the stranger.
“I’m Alexandra Spencer. Rob’s sister.”
His rough hand gripped hers firmly. A jolt of electricity emanated through her fingertips. Glancing up, she knew he felt it too.
“I apologize for the lack of clothing, I thought Lisa was the only one home.”
“Understandable.” his golden eyes burned, “I’m J.D. Hamilton. Rob and I work together.” His gaze seemed to devour her inch by inch before returning to meet her crystal blue eyes. Alex was sure he could see through her robe and the delicate lace underneath.
Alex jerked her hand away. Her face burned brighter and her body grew taught with anticipation. Rob burst into laughter. Alex shot him an icy glare.
“I’m sorry, sis. I’ve just never seen you turn that shade of red before. At least not since . . .”
“I don’t think you need to entertain strangers with personal stories.” She turned her gaze to the other man.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Hamilton. If you’ll excuse me, I need to finish dressing before the rest of the party arrives.” and before I wet my panties, she thought. Alex spun on her heel and rushed away allowing J.D. a glimpse of a finely shaped leg as her robe parted.
He turned to Rob and smiled. “Robert, I believe I will accept your offer to stay with you while I’m in town.” He lifted his beer and finished it off. Even that didn’t cool the heat in his pants.
Alex slammed the bedroom door behind her. Striding straight to the adjoining bathroom, Alex dropped her robe on the cool tile floor. Her red lace boy shorts and matching bra followed soon after. Flipping on the water, she stepped inside the stall and gently closed the glass door behind her. How could I let a man get to me like that? Her body still tingled from the look J.D. had given her. And those hands, she thought, what I wouldn’t give to feel those powerful hands on my body. Closing her eyes, Alex imagined him grabbing her breast and thumbing her nipple. She used her own hands to act out her fantasy. One hand cupped her breast. The other traced a path slowly down her stomach to her already wet pussy. Could just one look make me this hot? She began to stroke herself, J.D.’s face hovered behind her eyelids. A finger slipped between the outer folds of her pussy, stroking gently, patiently,then deeper, all the way in. Shoving two fingers inside her, Alex felt the tightening of her own pussy. Her breath quickened. She could almost feel J.D.’s long, hard dick pulsing in and out of her. Alex found her clit. Rubbing faster and faster, she felt the orgasmic wave build until it crashed over her causing her to cry out.
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