Welcome to Brandi Love

MILF: The acronym for Mom I'd Like to Fuck, the term gained widespread popularity after it was used in the film, American Pie. From that point on MILF's were and remain Hot! From Desperate Housewives to Naughty America, MILFS remain one of the most sought after age groups of women... And I am thankful LOL!

There aren't many solo model MILF sites out there.... honestly although many women in adult entertainment are moms.. they despise being thought of as a MILF... Not me .. I LOVE it! From our self confidence in bed, to our sophistication and maturity about sexual issues, I'm proud to be considered a MILF! In this set entitled: The Erotic MILF I show off my sexy stockings and more! If you are a fan of lingerie, stockings and MILF's , I think you'll enjoy these photos entitled: The Erotic MILF! And to keep those MILF fantasies flowing I have included a tantalizing, MILF story below!

Tantalizing MILF Story For The Photo Set: The Erotic MILF

AHH!! OHH!!

I yelped as I felt something cold moving inside my t-shirt, shocking me awake. Jumping straight out of the deck chair, I felt the chill slide down my chest, drop into my baggy shorts and nestle right next to my nut sack.

OOOH!! SHIT!!

Landing on my feet with a thud, I danced wildly around our backyard patio, frantically shaking one leg, and then the other. With the last shake, I saw an ice cube dislodge itself from my boxers, pop out the bottom of my shorts and skitter across the sun-drenched wood floor of the patio. On the table next to my chair, I could see that my glass of lemonade was missing exactly one ice cube.

I'm sorry, Michael, I couldn't resist.

In front of me, shaking with laughter, was Mrs. Love, our next-door neighbor, my best friend's mom, and Grade A MILF. Her petite frame was doubled over as she giggled uncontrollably, and her mane of curly black hair spilled over her shoulders as she quivered in amusement. Finally, she managed to compose herself, giving me a warm smile as she shook her head at me.

You should try those moves out on a dance floor, Mrs. Love said, still beaming at me. Mrs. Love's smile was perhaps her most attractive feature, and that was high praise, considering the many other facets of her beauty. She stood about 5' 4, and although her college cheerleading days were almost 20 years in the past, she still retained the trim figure and the effervescent personality of a pep squad leader. Her dark brown eyes twinkled, and although she was 40 years old, the only clue to her real age were the tiny wrinkles that formed at the corner of her eyes when she smiled, which was a lot. Otherwise, you'd swear she was 10 years younger.

Ha, ha very funny, Mrs. Love, I sputtered, straightening up. I stuck my tongue out at her in mock annoyance, and Mrs. Love stuck hers out right back. Her tongue was wrapped in the red buds of her lips, which she pursed at me with theatrical effect. Then she narrowed her eyes at me and wagged a scolding finger.

I've told you, you're not a kid, you're 18 years old, in college and an adult. You don't have to call me Mrs. Love. She moved her lips into a pout, and my heart fluttered. Besides, she added, it makes me feel old.

OK, OK. Brandi.

Brandi's face brightened. Oooh, much better, she cooed in delight. She motioned to the quiet house behind me. I tried the doorbell, but no one answered. Are you the only one home?

Dad's at work and Mom's out for the afternoon. I had classes this morning, but I'm done for the day. I came home to do some reading, but obviously, it wasn't very interesting...if it wasn't for that ice cube, I'd have slept till they came home. Then it occurred to me that Brandi was home on Wednesday at 12:30 in the afternoon. Shouldn't you be at work? I said teasingly.

Brandi was definitely dressed casually, in slim black Capri pants that hugged her hips and thighs, and showed off her still-supple calves, and a red polo shirt that flattered her flat stomach and pert breasts. It was easy to see why the other guys at school teased Matt about his mom being such a hottie. I never did, because I know how much it bothered Matt, and also how protective he was of her. Still, a big part of my adolescence was spent fantasizing about Brandi's ass, Brandi's breasts, Brandi's lips...well, you get the idea.

Brandi gave my arm a squeeze, and gave me a wink. Her long, black eyelashes fluttered, and she moved her head closer to mine. It's such a beautiful Indian summer day today, maybe the last one of the year. I'm playing hooky, she murmured in a conspiratorial whisper. Then she raised her head again, laughed and gave her raven-black locks another shake. She sat down in the chair next to mine and gave me a pleading look.

I need a favor, Michael. I'm supposed to be working from home today on a presentation. I just have to email it to the office, but the wifi at the house isn't working. I tried calling Matt on his cell phone, but he's probably off chasing girls instead of answering the phone. I could see a twinge of sadness in Brandi's expressive eyes.

Matt was Brandi's only child, and my best friend since the Loves had moved in across the street five years ago, following Brandi's divorce. Matt and I had graduated from high school the previous June. Matt had always been the better student, and he easily won a scholarship to a prestigious university which was four hours away, while I had to settle for Valley Community College here in town. Brandi was obviously happy for Matt's success, but Mom, Dad and I could tell that sometimes it was hard on her to be all alone for the first time. As a result, we really did try to go out of our way for her and invite her over for dinner, to watch movies, or whatever. It wasn't forced; Matt and Brandi felt like a part of our family, and I really adored Brandi. Matt had also asked me to check in on his mom while he was away, and of course, I would do anything for Matt.

Your IT support team is here, I said in an assured voice. I'll have you up and playing hooky again in no time.

Oh, Michael, you're the best! Brandi squeezed my arm again and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek. Come on over, and I'll make us some lunch. With that, she bounded out of her chair and disappeared around the corner of the house.

I came around the back of the Love's house, past the swimming pool, and went up the steps of the patio to the sliding glass door that led to the kitchen. Inside, Brandi was at the sink washing lettuce.

Is chicken salad sandwiches OK?

That sounds great, Brandi. Please, don't go to any bother for me, I said. I sat down at the kitchen table, admiring the profile of Brandi's breasts, hips and ass as she bent over the sink. I tried not to be obvious, but she turned her head to me, catching me in full ogle. I felt myself go red in the face, and looked away in embarrassment.

It's no bother at all, Brandi replied, smiling. She didn't seem put out at all; in fact, she bent over the sink just a little deeper, slowly and carefully rinsing off each individual leaf of lettuce. As I stole another glance, I could see she was now gently swaying her hips, her flesh undulating seductively beneath the black fabric. Her pubic mound was pressed against the counter, and as she leaned forward, her breasts swelled out over the sink. She caught me looking again, and her brown eyes twinkled in acknowledgement of my attentions.

Holy shit, I thought. She knows I'm looking and she likes it!

Brandi flitted about the kitchen as she fixed our lunch. Taking a few steps to her right, she got up on her toes and stretched to read the top cabinet, which was beyond her reach.

Michael, honey, I need that serving tray at the very top. Can you grab it for me?

Sure, I said, rising from my seat. Brandi didn't budge, forcing me to reach over her. She was the picture of serenity as I nervously stretched over her, trying to take the tray without touching her. Her bottom was now only an inch or so away from my awakened loins, and I could smell her perfume and feel the warmth of her soft neck as I reached over her and brought the tray down. I could see Brandi imperceptibly push her hips back into me, and my left thigh brushed her ass. She tensed as we made contact, then sighed deeply.

Thank you, honey, Brandi said, taking the tray from my unsteady hands. She loaded the tray with sandwiches, two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea. Here, take this outside, and I'll be right down. She gave me a smile over her shoulder as she glided out of the kitchen and went upstairs.

I grabbed the tray and went poolside. The pool was the main reason Brandi originally picked this house for herself and Matt; it was a beautiful in-ground job with an eight-foot deep end with a diving board. Brandi said that having it made the other hassles of living in a fixer-upper bearable, and as I looked at the inviting, crystal waters, I had to agree. There was a big table under an umbrella with cushioned chairs on the right side of the patio, so I took the tray there and waited.

Brandi came down after 10 minutes or so. She had changed into a white one-piece swimsuit, and wore a floral-print wrap around her bottom. She had put her hair into an updo, baring her graceful neck. The white swimsuit set off her olive skin and dark features well, and its plunging neckline afforded spectacular views of her décolletage.

I wanted to change into my swim stuff, Brandi explained. She gave me an imploring look. You're going to stay for a swim, right?

Sure, but I don't want to swim in these, I replied, pointing to my cargo shorts. I can run home and change, though.

Don't bother, I'm sure I can find a pair of Matt's trunks in his room. Here, let's eat.

We talked as we munched on the sandwiches. Brandi peppered me with questions about school and my part-time job in the local pizza parlor.

So how do you like Valley Community College? Do you find it different than Southside High?

It's only been a month, but it's good so far. It's different than high school...you're more on your own, and I like that. I felt a little self-conscious as Brandi kept her eyes on me, her eyes wandering over my lanky, muscular body.

Have you found a girlfriend yet? Have your eyes on anyone? Brandi had a mischievous smile. You can tell me, I promise I won't tell your mom.

I laughed and shook my head. Not yet. It's a big place and I don't know a lot of people yet. I decided to tease Brandi back. How about you? Are you going to become a woman about town now that Matt's out of the house?

Now it was Brandi's turn to laugh. I don't know. I really should...I get so lonely sometimes, but it's been so long, I think I've forgotten how to go about it. We'll see. I could see the sadness cloud her eyes again, and I felt bad about bringing it up.

A beautiful woman like you should have no problem finding the right guy, I countered.

You're sweet, but I'm feeling past my prime. She absentmindedly poked her fork at the potato salad on her plate.

You're crazy. A man would be lucky to land a hottie like you. The emphatic way I said it made Brandi perk up.

A hottie? Brandi bit her lower lip and smiled. You do know how to make a woman feel good, you snakecharmer, you. She winked at me and raised her glass of iced tea in a toast. To our romantic success.

I clinked my glass against hers. To our romantic success, I repeated.

The conversation paused for a moment. Well, that was delicious, I said. Why don't I take a look at your wifi problem, and then we can go for that swim.

I sat down in front of the PC in the family room, where the wifi router was connected. After checking the obvious stuff, it seemed that all I was going to have to do was refresh the settings and it would be up and running again. Ten minutes of work, I thought to myself, and I get to see Brandi in a swimsuit!

Brandi came up behind my chair, and put a hand on my shoulder. Oh my goodness, she cried. You're so muscular now! What happened to that scrawny string bean of a kid who used to skateboard up and down the driveway? She ran both her hands over the tops of my shoulders. You sure you don't have a girlfriend yet?

I'm positive. I continued tapping at the keyboard, trying to ignore the rising lust in my shorts.

You need to go around with your shirt off more, she said in a kidding tone. Her hands rested lightly on both shoulders now. She leaned over my right side to see what I was doing, and I could feel her breasts start to brush lightly on my back as she swayed back and forth. Through my t-shirt, I could feel her nipples stiffen as her perfume wafted over me.

There, I said, as I became aroused and distracted at the same time. That should do it.

Let's see, Brandi cried as she bounded to the living room, where her laptop was.

I stayed in my chair, afraid to betray the raging hard-on which her teasing had provoked. Let me know if it's working, I called out. I rubbed my dick, trying to make my erection subside.

Yay! My file just went through. Brandi skipped back into the family room, and whipped off her wrap with a flourish, revealing her toned legs and flat stomach. Let's go for a swim!

Brandi managed to find a pair of Matt's swim trunks for me to wear, and I went into the bathroom to get changed. Matt is a little smaller than me, and the fit would have been tight even without my still-prominent hard on. But Brandi had me stirred my teenage hormones, and Dad's genes had blessed me with an abundant package. Thus, as I slipped into the Speedo trunks and looked in the mirror, I was horrified to see a bulging sausage straining the fabric, and threatening to pop out from under the bottom. I closed my eyes and thought about baseball, calculus, my grandmother, anything to make my hard-on go down.

Hey, what are you doing in there? Brandi called. The water is waiting.

I opened the bathroom door cautiously and stepped out. Maybe I could get in the water before she could see me. I hoped the pool would be on the cold side and I'd get some shrinkage.

I looked out the window, but saw no sign of Brandi. Seeing my chance, I broke for the door and headed straight for the pool, diving in. I swam underwater for the length of the pool, then stroked on the surface on the way back. Crouching in the shallow end, I saw Brandi come out from the house.

She had changed into a different swimsuit. While the white one was flattering, the one she had on now was unmistakably sexy. It was jet black, with a halter top and high cut sides that revealed at least half of each ass cheek. The front plunged almost to her belly button, while the scoop on the back was so low that I could see the top of her ass crack. Her hair was down now, and her dark curls tumbled over her shoulders in wild abandon.

Do you like it? she asked in a little-girl voice, spinning around as she modeled it for me. I got it years ago, but never had the nerve to wear it in front of Matty.

Umm...it's great, I stammered. I felt the blood rush to my groin, as my cock swelled even bigger than before. Thank God I got to the pool before she did, I thought. I couldn't believe Brandi was teasing me like this, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was even sexier than in my bedroom fantasies when I was 15 years old.

Brandi walked up to the diving board and stepped out to the end. With perfect poise, she leapt up, jackknifed and plunged in headfirst, with barely a ripple. As she burst up from under the water, I held an imaginary scorecard over my head. Ten-point-oh, I called out. She smiled and swam over to me.

Am I a ten, or was it just the dive? The water was too deep for Brandi to stand, so she put a hand on each of my shoulders and clung to me. Her breasts pressed into my chest, and her mouth was poised right above mine. Instinctively, my hands went to her waist, and then wandered lower over her hips before settling on her backside. Her ass was incredible...it felt firm, like that of a much younger woman, but unlike the teenage girls I had been with till now, it felt full, like it was intended for a man to hold.

God forgive me for what I'm about to do, I thought, as I spread my hands across her ass and pulled her into me. Brandi wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the edge of the pool. She closed her eyes as our lips met in a soft kiss, then another, then another. Her mouth opened slightly, and I felt our tongues meet in a languorous swirling dance. My cock was fully erect, and the head poked over the top of my trunks. As she let herself slide lower against my body, I could feel her pussy slide across my cockhead, and she murmured in satisfaction as she ground herself against my meat.

Mmmm...we shouldn't do this, Michael, she sighed, while she tenderly bit me across my shoulders and up my neck.

Christ, don't tell me she's having second thoughts now, I thought. My hormones were making me insane. Her fingers were buried in my hair now, and her hips swiveled up an down as she furiously pleasured herself against my manhood. I could feel the protruding tip of my cock disappearing into her furrow, only restrained by the sheer fabric of her swimsuit. I turned Brandi around, facing the swim ladder. She grabbed the ladder with both hands and I swung in behind her, removing my trunks. I slid the length of my cock along her slit, and put my lips to her right ear.

Let me prove to you how beautiful a woman you really are...

Brandi craned her head back, hungrily kissing me as I held her by the hips, slipping my shaft between her legs as she kept them tightly closed, the friction making her moan. Pulling the thin crotch of her swimsuit to one side, I felt her smooth pussy dance atop my cock. Brandi purred, then raised her hips and spread her legs apart. As she lowered her head down, I positioned my tip outside her entrance and tightened up my hips to thrust.

No! This is so wrong... Brandi jerked her head up, pulled her backside away from me, and shot up the swim ladder like she'd been fired from a cannon. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, she sobbed as she ran into the house and shut the door behind her. Through the open windows, I could hear Brandi run up the stairs to her bedroom, and heard the slam of the door behind her.

Naked and ashamed, I stood quietly in the pool for a moment, with no sound but for the birds in the trees and the low hum of the pool filter. I stayed there, watching the sun glisten on the water as the ripples moved outward from the swim ladder, gently lapping against my body.

Brandi and I avoided each other for the next week. My parents invited her over for dinner one night, but I made up a bullshit excuse and said I had to study at the college library. When I got home, Mom said Brandi had looked terrible.

Your father and I are going away for the day tomorrow, so we can't do anything. You should go over there and try to cheer her up, Mom told me in a concerned tone. You're almost like a second son to her. Bring a movie over or something.

I made up another lame excuse and went upstairs to my room. I felt bad, but Brandi was the one who started it. Or maybe I started by ogling her body in her kitchen that day. I stopped trying to figure it out, put my pillow over my head and tried to go to sleep.

The following day was Saturday, and Mom and Dad had left before I woke up to look at the autumn foliage, and to visit my Aunt Mary upstate. They said they'd be back on Sunday, so I had the whole day to myself. The weather was definitely getting colder now, and I thought I'd take my motorcycle out for one last ride before I had to put it away for the winter.

I was in the driveway, polishing my sportbike and getting ready to go when I saw Brandi across the street. She was raking leaves, dressed in torn baggy jeans, an old sweatshirt and sneakers. Her eyes, which always seem to give her emotions away, just looked tired and sad. She looked up and saw me, and I could see that she was waiting to see whether I'd say hello, or just continue ignoring her. My head hung in shame, but I forced myself to meet her gaze.

Hi, Mrs. Love...I mean Brandi. I walked down our driveway and crossed the street.

Brandi straightened up, and gave me a weak smile.

Hi, Michael. I haven't seen you in a while. Wait, I have something for you.

She ducked into the garage and came out with a small bag. Inside was my shorts and t-shirt from that day at the pool. I felt the blood rise in my cheeks, and I looked at my feet.

Brandi, I'm really sorry about the other day. It got way out of control...

I know, it's my fault... she interrupted, her voice trailing off. She turned her head from me, and I could see the tears begin to well up in her eyes.

She started sobbing, and I couldn't think of anything else to do but put my arms around her. She buried her head in my chest and continued weeping.

I'm so lonely...all I have is Matt, and soon he'll have his own life and I'll be all alone. I'm afraid, Michael. I'm sorry. I guess I thought if I could have you that day, I'd be happy for a little while, at least.

Look at you, I whispered, trying to settle her down. You are a smart, funny, beautiful woman. You can have any man you want. You just have to let them get a good look at you, and you'll be beating them off with a stick. Trust me.

I didn't want to leave her in the house by herself. I promised Matt I'd look after her, and God only knew what Brandi was capable of in this state. I pointed over to my bike, all bright chrome and gaudy neon striping. How would you like to take a ride with me? I asked. My folks are gone, and I've got the whole day to myself. We could take the back roads up to Morneau Lake, and look at the leaves turning. How does that sound?

I've never ridden a motorcycle before. That sounds fun. Brandi face brightened momentarily, then darkened again.

I can't go like this, she said mournfully. What should I wear for a motorcycle ride?

Whatever makes you feel good about yourself. I'm going to take you up to the burger joint overlooking Morneau Lake, and I want every guy there to see how much of a hottie you are.

Really? Brandi asked, in a surprised, hopeful tone. OK, let me go change, and I'll be out in a few minutes.

I'll be right here, I replied, as I watched her go into the house. She seemed to literally bound up the steps. She turned at the door, gave me a big smile, and went inside.

I had been sitting on my bike in Brandi's driveway for almost 20 minutes when she finally came out.

I couldn't decide what to wear. What do you think?

Brandi looked like every teenage boy's fantasy. She was wearing tight low-cut leather jeans, tucked into high-heel black leather boots that ran over her calves to her knees. Over a tight-fitting white t-shirt, she had on a short motorcycle jacket. The jacket and t-shirt ended just above her pants, and I could see a ribbon of bare skin around her midriff. She hadn't touched her hair; before it looked like an unkempt mop, but now the curls that cascaded down her neck onto her shoulders looked made her look wild and wanton. I had never seen Brandi look this hot before, and I tried to keep my emotions from the day at the pool in check. She spun around for me, and I admired how the shiny leather hugged her curves perfectly.

These were the fashion rage 15 years ago, she said as she ran her hands over the smooth leather that encased her hips. I can't believe they still fit me.

You look amazing, like you belong in a music video! Hop on, before someone tries to steal you from me.

Brandi giggled, obviously pleased by the compliment. Oh no, Michael, she said, shaking her head at me. You're stuck with me for the whole day.

I helped her get her helmet on, and got her up on the bike. Wrapping both arms tightly around me, she pressed herself against my back as I popped my bike into gear. Brandi squealed in delight as I gunned the throttle and rocketed us down the street.

We took the twisty back roads up to Morneau Lake, arriving there about 90 minutes later. I pulled us over at an isolated overlook, which gave a perfect vista of the lake and the mountains beyond. The foliage was at peak color, with yellow, orange and red blending into a breathtaking mosaic.

It's absolutely perfect, Brandi sighed, as we took in the view. We were alone, sitting on top of an old picnic table. Brandi had edged over closer to me. She looked so sexy as she stretched her legs out and leaned back across the table. Her leather jacket was open now, and I could see how her t-shirt clung to her body, revealing her shapely breasts. Her shirt had pulled up, exposing a good two inches of bare midriff. She was driving me crazy, and I slid away from her, trying to avoid the temptation.

Brandi giggled and hopped over, pressing the side of her left leg against mine. The intermingling of the scent of leather and her perfume was intoxicating. She squeezed my right arm with both hands, digging in lightly with her nails.

I've been holding onto you for dear life with both hands for over an hour. I'd think you'd know by now that I don't bite.

Brandi leaned her head on my shoulder, and I felt her hair brush against my chest. She lifted her head and turned it to me, her face inches from mine.

You know, I really didn't want to stop you that day at the pool. That's why I feel so terrible.

Do you feel terrible for what we did, or for what we didn't do? I asked.

Both. But mostly for what we didn't do. I'm 40 years old. It's getting a little bit late for me to keep having regrets.

Then let's not regret anything, I whispered, as I kissed her gently on the lips. Brandi betrayed no shock at my boldness, and didn't back off an inch. Turning her head, Brandi kissed me on the ear and held me close.

No regrets, she whispered.

I took Brandi by the hand and we walked back to the bike. We kissed again, our bodies held tight against each other. The day was beginning to fade into afternoon, and I could see the shadows lengthening. Pretty soon we'd have to head back, and I wondered if we'd really have no regrets once we got back into town.

You hungry? I asked.

Yeah! You promised me a hamburger. Brandi put her arms around me, her hands sliding down my back to my ass. She gave me a squeeze, and then stole a last quick kiss before we climbed back on the bike for the Moreau Burger Bowl.

The Burger Bowl is an old-fashioned burger joint, like something out of Happy Days. It looks like a dump from the outside, but the inside is all chrome and neon, and is decorated with pictures of Elvis, Buddy Holly and James Dean. There's a jukebox that plays oldies, and they only serve five things: burgers, cheeseburgers, French fries, onion rings and fountain Coca-Cola. It's a place where everyone gets to feel young again, and I figured it might help lift Brandi's funk. And it was far enough away from home that I figured there was no chance anyone we knew would see us there.

From the minute we walked in, every guy in the Bowl had his eyes glued on Brandi. She just looked so positively bad-ass in her tight black leather and boots, and her whole demeanor went through a metamorphosis. The perky ex-college cheerleader had been banished, and in her place was a sultry biker babe, a man-eater with a stud half her age.

Click...click...click... Brandi's heels telegraphed her arrival, and as she sashayed in, she did a seductive bump and grind with her hips, her lovely bottom moving like a leather-bound metronome. The act was clearly a thrill for Brandi as well, as I could see her erect nipples poking from under her t-shirt. She took me by the hand and led me to a booth in the back.

We ordered a couple of cheeseburgers with fries, and as we ate, I could see all the guys stealing glances at Brandi. However, she didn't seem to notice, as she kept her big brown eyes on me the whole time.

Was today fun for you? I asked. I hated to see you so sad because of me. I wanted to cheer you up.

Today was wonderful, Brandi replied, as she nibbled on a French fry. She reached across the table and put her hand in mine. And you've been wonderful, too. You're just barely a man, but you already have the key to the heart of every woman in the world. She paused and laughed. But you probably don't even know what it is yet.

What's that?

Brandi sighed in exasperation. Every woman wants nothing more than to be desired by her man. Some men never learn that. You knew it naturally. She smiled. And now I've told you, so remember it.

Brandi pushed her plate away, and squeezed my hand tighter. Prove your desire to me, she said in a firm voice. Take me home now. No regrets. She leaned over the table and kissed me, taking my face in both hands and pulling me in like she wanted to devour me right there. She was in control, alternately taking me with her tongue and then sucking my tongue into her warm soft mouth so deeply, I swore she was stretching it out.

By the time Brandi and I came up for air, every person in the Bowl was staring at us. My face burned in embarrassment, but Brandi just leaned forward, elbows on the table, her chin resting delicately on her interlaced fingers. She pursed her moist lips at me and blew a kiss, her eyes blazing with molten lust.

Umm...I think we should go, I managed to mutter, as I slid out of the booth.

As we walked out, I wrapped an arm around Brandi's waist, my hand coming to rest on her right hip, then sliding up to caress the bare skin of her midriff. Brandi was in full strut as we moved toward the exit, her heels clicking in a hypnotic rhythm. Her movements now were assured and cat-like, and in her tight black leather it was easy to imagine her as a sleek black panther on the prowl. Her right hand found mine, and as we entwined our fingers, she moved my hand down her haunch until it rested firmly on the bottom of her ass. I let her taut hindquarter nestle in my hand as I savored her sensuous movement, and then I gave her a squeeze. Brandi threw her head back, her hair spilling down, as she purred in arousal.

Lucky bastard, I heard someone mutter as I held the door for her on our way out. Brandi made believe she didn't hear it, but as she brushed past, I swore I could see the corners of lips curl into a tiny smile.

I raced my bike back home in the bright afternoon sunlight, Brandi on the back, holding me tightly even at the stoplights. Her left hand was tight on my chest, her palm flattened over my heart, which was pounding in desire. Her right hand began to explore, first sliding down my chest, then working its way under the bottom of my zipped leather jacket. I felt her untuck the front of my t-shirt from my faded jeans, then undo the button. Working her hand under my shirt, she pressed her hand against my flat stomach, then delved down to my lower abdomen. I could feel her scratching me ever so lightly with her fingernails, teasing me. Brandi was holding herself against me even more tightly now; I could feel her stomach up against the small of my back, while her breasts were warm upon my back.

We got into town, and pulled up to a major intersection. It was only minutes to home, but to our right, I could see Debbie Wheeler and Susan O'Brien, who had both graduated high school with me. They recognized my bike and me, even with my helmet on, and they both gave me a smile and a wave. Debbie raised an arched eyebrow at my backseat passenger. I waved back weakly, my heart going into my mouth as I thought of Brandi behind me. But I reasoned that no one would recognize sweet Brandi Love in a helmet, sunglasses and outrageous biker leathers, so I just played it cool and prayed for the light to go green soon.

Debbie and Susan were both pretty blondes, and at different times, I had serious crushes on each of them. I was sort of friendly with both of them, but they had given me the unmistakable impression that they considered themselves out of my league as far as dating was concerned. Brandi, now in full vixen mode, seemed to become a little jealous and was intent on showing these two teenyboppers that I belonged to her. Her left hand had now slipped down from my six-pack, into my crotch, and Debbie and Susan watched, mouths agape, as this mysterious woman in black leather brazenly fondled me from behind.

My dick had been at least semi-hard for most of the afternoon, but under Brandi's direct attentions, I quickly sprung to full attention. My cockhead shot out from under my boxers, and my meat splayed along the top of my right thigh, straining the worn fabric of my faded Levi's. Brandi's left hand came down from my chest and now firmly grasped my crotch, her middle finger massaging the split between my balls. Her right hand now traveled across the top of my thigh, pulling my jeans tight and displaying the now unmistakable silhouette of my swelling manhood to Debbie and Susan in the next lane.

The intersection was a large one, where 16 lanes of traffic met in a four-way intersection, with the local shopping center on the left side and a big supermarket on the right. The traffic lights winked in a seemingly endless series of yellows and reds and cars in other lanes came and went, but Brandi, Debbie, Susan and I didn't seem to be going anywhere soon.

Brandi was intent on giving the two girls a show. Unrelenting, she continued manhandling my open crotch, driving her hips against my ass and forcing my cock and balls deeper into her grasp. She traced her right index finger slowly along the top of my engorged shaft, down to my swollen cockhead. Gently tapping my tip three times with her blood-red painted fingernail, Brandi openly flaunted my size to our two now-shocked spectators.

What had been shame for me was now turning into complete sexual provocation. I had never been so turned on in my life, as my libido was firmly wedged between Brandi's jealous grasps and the shocked, and now admiring stares of Debbie and Susan. My sexual tension had built all day, and now, with the two girls in the next lane watching, I instinctively sought release.

I put both feet flat on the pavement and lifted myself off the seat. Brandi immediately adjusted her grip, moving her left hand lower to firmly take my nutsack into her grasp. Her right hand rested lightly on the bare skin of my stomach, now damp with sweat. She gave my balls a powerful squeeze, and as the blood rushed from my head to my loins, cum began spilling down my thigh in hot, thick torrents.

Brandi loosened her grip on my crotch slightly and began a pulsing clench, seemingly squeezing the semen from me and causing it to spurt down my leg in insistent jets. I could feel the wetness spread across my leg, and as I looked down, I could see the dark stain spreading from the tip of my cock down to my upper knee. Looking over at the girls, Debbie's hand was on her throat, and her mouth hung open in shock. Over on the passenger side, I could see that Susan's left hand had slipped under her plaid miniskirt, while she was absent-mindedly fingering the bottom of the collar of her V-neck sweater with the other.

Reveling in her new-found sexual power, Brandi taunted the two girls one last time. With her left hand, she gave my still-hard shaft a final squeeze, forcing a dollop of cum to pool on my jeans by my tip. She ran her finger along my tip, gathering my juice as electric shivers shot through my body. Releasing my balls, she rose up on the pegs, rubbing her body along my back. I could feel the warmth of Brandi's sex through her leather as arched her back and pushed her soft mound against the bottom of my spine. Brandi lifted her visor, and looking straight at Debbie and Susan, flicked her tongue out from between the rose buds of her lips and tasted my cum from her finger.

At that moment, the light finally changed and I popped the bike into gear and roared through the intersection. From behind us, I could hear the annoyed honks of car horns awaken Debbie and Susan from their daze. Brandi burst out in a throaty laugh, her body shaking in delight as she drew me in and held me closer than ever before.

It was only a few minutes ride to our street, and everything was quiet as we rode to the end of the block. I could see that Mom and Dad were still out, and Brandi's house was still as I rode up her driveway. I parked the bike in front of the garage, and we hopped off.

Thank you for today... Brandi said. She cast her soulful eyes downward, and her voice quavered and trailed off, as if she was uncertain how to continue. The wild minx on the motorcycle was gone, and the beautiful, vulnerable woman had retaken her rightful place, unsure of how to cross this last threshold.

It's not over, if we don't want it to be, I replied. Brandi's eyes rose again and met mine. She had an expectant look, as if she was waiting for me to take the next step. I was holding her hands lightly, the delicate tips of her fingers resting in mine. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, almost drowning out my thoughts. No regrets, I reminded myself.

Can I come in? I asked.

Yes. Brandi flung herself against me, squeezing me tight, pressing her head against my chest. Yes, I'd like that.

I wanted to pounce upon Brandi and satisfy my boiling urges right there on the living room rug. However, Brandi's tender, doe-like eyes reminded me of the lesson she had imparted to me at the Bowl. I closed the front door behind us, and then pressed Brandi up against it.

I want you so badly. Let me prove that to you, I breathed softly in her ear. I slipped off Brandi's leather jacket and threw it on the floor behind us. I kissed her deeply and glided my right hand down her stomach, then lower, until I was cupping her firmly between the legs. She mewled in pleasure, biting her lip as I increased the pressure and began kneading her pussy through the warm, damp leather. She arched her hips forward, urging her pussy deeper into my grasp. I leaned it to kiss her again, but she turned away and moaned urgently into my ear.

Upstairs. Now. No regrets.

I led Brandi up the stairs, which I had climbed thousands of times as a boy, playing videogames or listening to music in Matt's room. But this was different, and I felt my manhood stir as we passed Matt's room and stepped into Brandi's bedroom.

Brandi's bedroom was at the far end of the hallway. The autumn afternoon light was fading, and Brandi lit a single candle on the dresser, which sputtered in the breeze from the open window overlooking the still waters of the swimming pool. She hesitated, watching over the candle until it finally caught.

Brandi's room had a big brass bed on the opposite side of the window, flanked by an armoire and a full-length mirror. On the far end, there was a door which led to Brandi's bathroom. The floor was strewn with clothes, which I guessed were the outfits Brandi had tried on that morning before we left. On the nightstand were an alarm clock and a framed picture of Matt as a boy, smiling as he posed in a Little League uniform. From the corner of my eye, I could see Brandi quietly turn the picture face down, and then walk toward me.

We were both sweaty from our day on the bike, but our carnal desires were our primary needs. Brandi stood before me, looking lovely in the candlelight. She sat down on the bed to remove her boots and jeans, while I quickly stripped. Looking up moments later, Brandi was shocked by my nakedness. The candlelight played off my body, enhancing the definition of my muscular frame. I was fully erect, my cock jutting out proudly before me.

Michael, you're beautiful. Like a Greek statue. Brandi sat on the bed, watching me. She had undressed herself save a sheer white bra and a white cotton thong. She rose and walked toward me, presenting herself to me. I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger and kissed her once, while my other hand reached behind her and easily unsnapped her bra strap. Her bra fell away, and I could see the luminous white globes of her breasts, each punctuated by a stiff, dark brown nipple.

You've had practice, Brandi said in a mock accusatory tone. She kissed me hard, holding the kiss as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her bare breasts felt soft and warm against my chest, and I trembled as she wrapped her fingers around my thick shaft.

A little, I replied, with a smirk. Sliding a finger under each side of her thong, I pulled downward, exposing her clean shaven mound.

Brandi lay back on the bed, and I quickly clambered on top of her. Running my middle finger along her cleft, I could easily feel her wetness. I dropped my head between her legs, kissing and nibbling my way up her inner thigh, then further, until my lips were moist with her musky juices. Brandi's pussy blossomed before me, and I shifted my body into a higher position as I slipped my tip into her love-slickened furrow and readied myself to enter.

Brandi's pussy felt different than those of the handful of high school girls I'd managed to be with. She wasn't loose, but rather softer and more yielding. Where those girls yelped and squirmed as I tried to fit inside them, Brandi luxuriated in my ample size, moving her hips and confidently guiding me with her hands, so that I reached the places that gave her pleasure. She moved her hands over my broad back as I plunged deeper inside her.

Moving my hands under her backside, I lifted Brandi's ass high in the air and drove my hips forward, holding my thrust at its deepest penetration. I had never been this deep inside a woman before, and I could feel my cockhead nuzzling what could only be Brandi's cervix. I could tell that Brandi liked the feeling, but that she was much more sensitive here. I gently rocked my hips so that my cock was only moving a fraction of an inch, while I rubbed my pubic bone against her swollen clit. Brandi clenched her buttocks as I squeezed them, and I marveled at how her firm 40-year old ass dimpled and quivered in my hands.

I could hear Brandi's breathing become shallow and quicker, and I knew she was close to orgasm. I gently lowered her ass to the bed, and straightened my body on top of hers. Rearing back, I slammed my cock into her eight or nine times in rapid succession and then buried myself in her deep folds, impaling myself inside her. I could feel her wetness grow inside, then begin to leak out. My balls slapped loudly against her ass as I began another series of punishing thrusts. I was afraid I might be hurting Brandi, until I felt her hands on my tightened buttocks, pulling me in deeper with each push.

Oh God... Brandi's pussy began convulsing, grabbing and releasing my shaft. I thrust myself deep inside her, my cock coming to rest on top of her cervix. As I held myself there, Brandi pulled her knees up to my chest, offering her last sanctuary up to me. I raised up and drove my hips forward just a little bit more, and I felt my cockhead slip into Brandi's cul de sac. It was warmer than the rest of her pussy, like I had drilled down to the core of the volcano which was erupting inside her. Brandi gasped, then yanked my head forward, kissing my mouth roughly, raking my mouth with her tongue.

My seed began to spill out of me as Brandi's pussy continued its mad spasm, milking my meat into her deepest recesses. I held my cheek against Brandi's, our ragged breathing the only sound as I emptied myself into her. I went to withdraw my cock, but Brandi moaned in displeasure and smacked me lightly on the ass before pulling me back inside her. She kissed me lightly on the neck as she savored the last of my waning hardness, then held her forehead against mine as our bodies parted.

When I awoke, it was night, and the only light in the bedroom was from the full moon which hung outside the open window. The candle in the bedroom must have blown out. A breeze was blowing in from backyard, and the sheer curtains billowed as I heard the rustle of fallen leaves on the patio below.

Hello, sleepyhead.

How long have I been out? I was still naked, but Brandi was dressed in a silk robe that stopped at mid-thigh. She was curled up at the foot of the bed, watching me intently. She must have showered, for her hair was wet and her skin glistened in the moonlight.

Not long. Here, I brought you a glass of wine. Brandi reached behind her and grabbed two glasses from the nightstand. She handed me one.

We should toast to something, I said, taking the glass by the thin stem.

Here's to a life with no regrets. Brandi clinked my glass and took a sip.

To no regrets.

Brandi gave her wet hair a shake and gave me a wistful look.

You are an amazing lover, Michael. You made me feel things I haven't felt in years.

I set my glass down and laid my body next to hers. I placed my hand on the back of her thigh, and slid my hand under the rustling silk and along her smooth, wet skin.

Did I prove my desire to you, I asked.

Yes, you did. Brandi sighed. That's the problem.

We lay there for a while, not saying anything. After a while, Brandi reached out and touched my face, not letting me look away.

Stay with me tonight, she implored. I want to remember what it feels to wake up in the morning next to a man. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes again, and the loneliness that lay behind them.

Yes. I kissed Brandi on the tip of nose, and then, flashing my teeth, gave her a nip on the neck.

Owww! Brandi's tears disappeared and she rolled on top of me, giggling as she pinned my arms over my head and straddled my stomach. Her hair fell over my face and chest as she planted a kiss on my cheek.

You take a shower, and I'll make us some dinner.

Brandi released me, bounced up off the bed and went down the hallway, her undulating figure disappearing in the darkness.

Brandi heated up some leftovers, which we ate by candlelight. We ate quickly, left the dishes on the table and returned upstairs to the bedroom.

That was quite some show you put on at the Burger Bowl, I teased. We were naked under the sheets, Brandi's head resting on my chest. Every guy there was watching you.

I'm glad they enjoyed it, she laughed, but the show was just for you. Did you like it?

Loved it. I gave Brandi's ass a smack, and she yelped in protest. But how am I ever going to speak to those girls at the stoplight again?

Oh, those little bitches. Brandi's lips curled into a devilish smile. Yeah, that show was just for me. She reached between my thighs and took my heavy meat in her hand. Besides, after they got a good look at this monster, they'll probably run away from you from now on.

I smacked her ass again, harder, and I felt the warmth as the blood rushed to the surface of her skin. This time, Brandi cooed in pleasure, the devilish smile still on her lips. She continued to hold my cock, which was starting to awaken again.

My cell phone started buzzing, and reached over to the nightstand to grab it. Oh shit, I said to Brandi, it's my mom.

Hi Mom. I tried to sound normal, or at least as normal as I could under the circumstances.

Where are you, Michael? No one answered at the house. Is everything OK?

I'm over at the Love's. I...ummm...I brought over some movies and we're watching them now.

Oh. Mom sounded pleased. How is Brandi? Is her mood better?

Yeah, much better. She's right here, let me put her on.

I handed Brandi the phone. She kept her hold on my stiffening cock, and craded the phone with her shoulder and she worked my rod over with both hands.

Hi Carol! Oh, I'm fine...yeah, Michael came over and helped me rake some leaves today, and then I made us some dinner. I could hear my mom prattling on as Brandi set the phone on the bed, planted her lips around my shaft and deep-throated me. She sucked me hard, and my dick sprang back to full attention. Admiring her handiwork, Brandi picked up my phone again.

Mmmm...yeah, Michael brought over a biiiiiggg stack of DVDs, and we're going to stay up late and go through them all. Brandi gave me a sly look as she played with the pulsating tip of my cock.

OK, I'll see you tomorrow. 'Bye Carol.

Brandi ended the call and took me fully in her mouth again. I gasped in pleasure as her tongue fluttered up and down my shaft while she tightly gripped my swelling balls. My cock was like steel now, and the sight of Brandi's lovely ass swaying above her lowered head brought my animal lust to a boil.

I grabbed Brandi from behind and threw her down on her stomach. My rough desire aroused her more, and she drew her knees up under her and dropped her head into the pillows. She raised her hips, her moist vagina spreading open in aching longing for my cock.

I positioned my hips behind Brandi's and slammed my meat into her, her ass cheeks shaking from the impact. Again. Then again. And again. Brandi's moans became lower, more primal.

Fuck me....harder...fuck me.... Brandi's fingernails clawed at the bedsheets as I continued pounding her from behind. She twisted her head back and kissed me ravenously as I skewered her with my unyielding cock. Her dark eyes smouldered, and her voice was unrecognizable now, almost demonic in its passion.

Deeper...break me...make me belong only to you.

I couldn't believe my eyes and ears, but it was obvious that the harder I fucked Brandi, the more she was enjoying it. I took a handful of her thick dark curls and yanked her head back, driving her further onto my shaft. With my other hand, I slapped her ass, her cheeks turning an angry red. Her pussy was sopping wet now, and her moans had now become shrieks and screams.

Oh shiiiiiiiit... she cried through clenched teeth as I hammered her cervix with a series of rapid-fire thrusts. Her knees buckled, and she crumpled to her stomach with me still buried deep inside.

I was operating on pure primeval instinct now. Brandi was laying flat on her tummy, and I knew I was close to blowing my load. I bared my teeth and bit her on the back of her neck, and the wet tremor from inside her body told me she liked it. I drove my shaft deep along her canal, with the base of my cock pressing against her engorged G-spot while my cockhead slipped into her cul de sac.

Brandi was crazed with desire now, and she hooked her legs around mine and drove her heels into my buttocks, urging me deeper inside her like a rider would spur on a stallion. My head was alongside Brandi's now, and our lips met in a savage kiss that sucked the air from my lungs. I pressed my hips forward in a feral lunge of animal lust, and felt my shaft bottom out inside her. I held myself there as her hot wetness enveloped me, and I knew that this beautiful woman beneath me was now completely mine.

I felt Brandi's body explode, her insides wracked by orgasm after orgasm. She trembled beneath me as I began to come as well, and I felt myself become light-headed as I emptied myself into her completely. Brandi's screams of passion grew muted as my shaft softened, and I was lulled into sleep by her soft whimpers of submission.

Soft sunlight filled Brandi's bedroom as I awoke the next morning, to the sounds of birds outside the window, and the dull throb of my morning hard-on. The window was still open, and I burrowed deeper under the covers to fight the chill. Brandi was asleep, her back to me as she lay on her side. In the quiet of the still house, I could hear the rise and fall of her breathing.

I lifted my head, straining to make out the alarm clock on her side of the bed. It was still pretty early, but I needed to be home before my parents got back, and I had no idea when that would be. I scooted over next to Brandi, and placed my hand on her shoulder. She stirred and turned over, opening her eyes and giving me a drowsy smile.

Good morning, Michael. She turned into me, our naked bodies entwining, sharing our warmth.

I have to go now.

Noooooo... Brandi protested sleepily. She wrapped her arms around me and closed her eyes again. I was going to make us pancakes.

We held each other for a minute, and the feel of her bare skin against mine reignited the fire in my groin. I shifted my position slightly, and my erect member brushed her. Her eyes opened again, this time wider.

My God, does that thing ever take a breather? Brandi moaned softly. I disentangled our limbs and rolled her over, spooning myself against her backside. I held Brandi in a soft embrace, my lips right next to her right ear, as my hands cupped her breasts. Gently, I lifted my hips up and entered her from behind.

Brandi sighed and craned her neck back, placing the softest of kisses on my lips. I rocked my hips languidly, working my tip in shallow thrusts. In contrast to our wild abandon of the night before, we made love in delicate movements, nibbling kisses and tender caresses. I held my lips near Brandi's ear and told her how beautiful she was, and how I loved the feel of her body against mine. I felt my cock slip into Brandi fully, and I took possession of her again. She pressed herself against my hips, holding me deep within her as we climaxed together.

Brandi purred in contentment as I withdrew from her and kissed her on the top of her shoulder. As I left the bedroom, she was drifting back to sleep, a trace of a smile crossing her lips.

My folks got back around 10:30, much earlier than I had expected. I breathed a secret sigh of relief that I left Brandi's when I did, then returned to my bowl of cereal. My Mom came in, bustling with energy as usual, as she came over to the kitchen table and gave me a kiss.

Back so soon? I asked.

I can only take so much of your Aunt Mary, my father's voice boomed as he followed Mom into the kitchen. He affected an air of exasperation to Mom as he shot me a wink.

Oh Peter, stop it! Mom gave Dad a playful punch on the arm. The phone rang, and Mom answered.

Hello? Oh, hi, Brandi! Yes, we just walked in the door. Was Michael good company last night? He was? Oh, good. Mom smiled and took the phone into the other room while Dad went to hang his jacket in the hallway closet.

After a few minutes, Mom came back into the kitchen. That was Brandi Love on the phone, she said to Dad. She wanted to let us know how much she appreciates us trying to cheer her up since Matt left for school, and she would like us to come over for lasagna around 3 o'clock. She paused for a moment. I already took the liberty of saying yes.

Brandi's lasagna? I'm there, Dad said. Brandi was known in the neighborhood for being a fantastic cook; Dad used to joke that her bake sale brownies raised so much money for our high school that they ought to have their own line in the budget. Lasagna was one of her specialties.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking about how weird it might be, hanging out with Brandi in front of my parents. But, I figured, there was no avoiding it, and if Brandi had extended the invitation, at least she was comfortable with it.

That sounds great, Mom. I'm there too. I stared into my bowl of now-soggy corn flakes, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

Brandi's house smelled wonderful even from the front step, with aromas of garlic, tomato sauce, and meatballs wafting from the kitchen. We let ourselves in through the front door, which Brandi had left open for us.

Hello? Mom called down the hallway that led from the front door landing to the kitchen at the back of the house. Brandi leaned back and poked her head out of the kitchen doorway.

Hi guys! Oh, good, you're right on time. We're almost ready to eat.

Somewhat to my disappointment, Brandi was dressed without a hint of provocation. She had on a navy blue pullover and blue jeans, both with a relaxed fit. Over that, she had on a white apron, tied in a big bow at the back. Her hair was piled high atop her head, but dark tendrils snaked down on either side of her face, framing her merry smile.

Her slender neck was fully exposed, and as she turned around, I could clearly see the deep red lovebite I had left on the back of her neck the night before. From the corner of her eye, she watched me staring at it. As my parents busied themselves with pleasantries, her lips pursed toward mine in a secret kiss, and her hand moved up to the mark as she caressed it with her fingertips. Then she turned away, giving her hips a subtle sway, as she went back to work.

I hope you all are hungry. I think I made way too much food.

Brandi had prepared two big trays of lasagna, and a big pot of sauce was bubbling on top of the stove, filled to the brim with meatballs and sausage. In the oven, I could smell garlic bread, while Brandi was busily preparing a salad in a huge steel bowl. Despite Brandi's protests, Mom immediately set to helping in the kitchen, while Dad and I licked our chops and waited at the kitchen table.

The meal was delicious, and Dad and I went back for helping after helping, gorging ourselves on Brandi's cooking. Brandi beamed, happy to see us enjoying her hospitality. Mom and Brandi cleared the plates, and Brandi brought out coffee and a pumpkin pie.

It's storebought, I'm afraid, Brandi told us. She looked directly at me from across the table and smiled. I didn't have time to make a dessert...I was a little busy this morning. I felt her stockinged foot brush against my leg under the table, traveling up from my ankle, lingering at my inner thigh just above the knee before lazily traveling down the same way. She carried on with my parents like nothing was unusual, gabbing gaily, her laughter filling the warm kitchen. However, occasionally, Brandi's glance caught mine, her eyes like dark pools of simmering desire.

Brandi and my parents chatted over their coffee; Brandi filled them in on all of Matt's doings at college, and the three of them caught up on all the neighborhood gossip. Meanwhile, Brandi's foot was now softly massaging my crotch, awakening my cock, which was snaking down the length of my thigh. She was pressing down on my entire length, teasing my cock tip until I felt the warm dribble of precum leak onto my thigh.

Well, Brandi, I think it's time for us to go, Mom said. Thank you, it really was delicious.

I couldn't eat another bite, Dad sighed. Brandi, you've outdone yourself again.

Oh, I'm glad you liked everything. It was the least I could do for you all. Brandi's eyes were fixed on me now, her foot continuing to tease my tensed meat. Michael, you don't have to go if you don't want. I was just going to watch the football game.

Brandi was a huge football fan, I guess going back to her college cheerleading days. Dad wasn't that interested, so I always watched the games with her and Matt on Sundays. She was really into it, and knew all the players and the strategies, and her wild emotions during the game always made Matt and I laugh. I looked at Mom.

Sure, Michael, you can stay if you like. Just don't keep Brandi up too late, she admonished. She has to work tomorrow, and you have classes in the morning.

My parents said goodbye, as Brandi walked them out. I stayed put, keeping my swollen member out of sight under the kitchen table. I heard the door close, and then Brandi's footsteps as she climbed the stairs.

Turn on the game, Brandi called down to me. I'm just going to change my clothes.

I went to the family room, and switched on the TV. There was about ten minutes left in the second quarter, and it looked like a pretty good game. Brandi seemed to be taking a long time upstairs, so I settled back on the couch as my erection began to ease. I was confused, but maybe she really did just want to watch the game.

I heard Brandi's bedroom door open, and I looked up from the couch to the stairs. As she descended, the first thing I saw was a pair of black patent stiletto pumps. Her legs were encased in black fishnet stockings, and a thin golden slave bracelet adorned her left ankle. I could see the muscles in her toned calves ripple as she delicately perched on top of her four-inch heels.

Brandi took another step, and the tops of her stockings came into view, as well as the thin lines of her garters. Brandi wasn't wearing panties, and I could see her shaven mound and the full roundness of her supple ass. She held onto the railing, her hands sheathed in long, black satin gloves that rose high upon her arms. She hesitated, and her ass cheeks dimpled as she tightened her bottom and swiveled her hips back slightly.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

A gloved hand repeatedly rained blows on the lovely ass before me, and it flushed with color. Brandi then caressed her bottom, and I could hear her moan softly as she savored the sensation. Regaining her hold on the railing, she descended the rest of the stairs and walked into the family room.

On her torso, Brandi wore a black satin bustier that circled tightly around her, accentuating her already slender waist and making her bottom seem even fuller and more inviting. It pushed her breasts high up on her figure, and they swelled out, her nipples barely concealed under the black lace fringe at the top. Her hair was down now, falling onto her bare shoulders. I stood up to meet her confident advance as she strode toward me....

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