Short Shorts

When she wore her short shorts, she felt empowered.  No one could tell that her tight, high booty didn’t look f-ing awesome in them.  The hugged the round parts quite nicely, shaping it oh-so-perfectly in their jean confines.

Oh, yes, heads turned as she pranced down the street.  Young men called out to her as she passed.  Old men smiled secretly with each sway of her perfect rear.  Hell, a chick or two happened to notice as well, and that suited her just fine.  Just fine, indeed.

Of course, this was all a teasing game.  That perfect rear only shook for one person and one person only. And in a few minutes, two large, manly hands would grab those taut cheeks most eagerly.

She sauntered up the steps of her man’s home, each one she couldn’t help an excited little bounce.   She rang the bell and movements later, after the door opened, Short Shorts found herself warmly embraced in a pair of strong arms.  They pulled her into the house and soon the door was closed by a foot.

Her lover took a deep smell of her hair before he pulled away enough to press his lips to hers.  Seconds passed as she welcomed the hot, wet heat of his mouth and as his hands moved down her body, cupping her ass.  She playfully squeaked, especially when he pulled her groin closer to his and gently moved in circles, rubbing himself against her until she moaned.

“God, I love those shorts,” he murmured after coming up for air.

“That’s why I wear them,” Short Shorts replied.

He looked at her, lids half lowered and eyes ablaze with hunger.  Her lover licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

“I guess I should thank you.”

He turned her around in his arms and maneuvered to the nearest wall.  He pressed himself against her ass as one hand slid down her side until they reached her shorts.  Moving that hand in front of her body, he opened the shorts and slipped his hand inside.

The angle wasn’t right at first, but he moved a thigh between her legs and moved them apart.  Once spread slightly, he found what he wanted.  He found it slightly stiff and wet and waiting for his touch.  Using small, slow circles, he played with her engorged clit until she whimpered and mimicked the movement with his hips.

She was driving him wild and knew it.  His manhood hardened within his own jeans and as she brushed herself against him, his breath halted in his chest.  Any moment he would be desperate to slip inside her until he found release.  However, her short shorts had the power to make him wait.  He would—no couldn’t—take her until he felt her body spasm.

It didn’t take long.  He knew exactly how to touch her and soon she was moaning out his name as she grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“Damn, I love when you come,” he whispered in her ear.

She gently bounced her ass against his hard cock and he groaned.  Inwardly she chuckled, though outside she kept her voice a soft, sensual purr.

“I guess I should reward you for that.”

That’s all he needed to hear.  Desperate for her, he turned his woman around and hoisted her over his shoulder.  As he quickly raced up the stairs, Short Shorts couldn’t contain her laughter.