I knew that Ashley liked being naked because that’s exactly what she had told me.  And really, it’s not a big deal.  I mean, a lot of people prefer walking around their houses in the nude when they’re home alone.  But that’s the thing: when they’re home alone.  We had joked about her being naked around me but I didn’t really think much of it.  Now I am because she is completely naked and as relaxed as can be.

We were watching TV when she went to change into something more comfortable.  When she came back, she had no clothes on.  My eyes had gone wide when I saw her and, in order to stop myself from staring, I’d then spun to look over my shoulder, pretending to be looking around.  I’d felt her sit back down on the couch, just a few feet away, and had waited a few seconds before turning my gaze to the television, not daring to look towards her.  It was hard not to look though because I could still see her out of the corner of my eye.

After a few minutes, I glanced towards her and saw that she was fully focused on the show.  Being the paranoid person that I am, I stared at her, waiting for her to use her sixth sense to detect me but to no avail.  She nodded and chuckled along to something going on on the TV so I felt that it was safe to let my eyes wander downwards.

She had nice, bitable shoulders and a slender, mark able neck.  I could just imagine biting down on her shoulder as her fingers pumped in and out of me as I came, her relentlessness making the orgasm drag on and on.  I’d be able to feel her fingers curling inside me and rubbing my weak spot.  Or I’d be fucking her, my fingers sliding in and out of her tight, hot hole; my mouth over her pulse point as I marked her.  I’d be able to feel her heart beat on my tongue.

I darted my eyes up to her face but she was still focused on the TV.  I swallowed visibly; I could feel my cheeks burning up while my pussy was getting wetter.  If she looked over here, she would probably be able to tell.  I knew I should probably stop looking at her and try to calm down but I didn’t really want to.  I bit my lip as I looked at her face, debating whether I should look down or not.