Wicked Wednesday #214 — Weight

For the most part, Polly liked her figure. She was thin and tall, with soft curves. Not boyish, but not Marilyn Monroe either. Her clothes hung over what curves she had, and Colin often remarked how much he liked that. He liked her small breasts as well, they filled his hands but did not runneth over when he played with them. 

Kissed them.

Polly covered her breasts with her own hands as she stood in her Shanghai hotel room. The grittier part of town where they had had dinner exposed her to the rawer part of the city that she was not familiar with, and made her and Oscar cling to each other not for love or lusy…but for safety and familiarity.

Being so close to Oscar, after having been with him…after having lived with him refueled their connection–at least for her. And she realized quickly for him as well, as they moved in almost synchronized fashion. Their nonverbal communication was so on, that they rose at the same time and departed from the restaurant. Oscar stood outside with her, and before they got into their car, he pressed her to its door. 

Polly surrendered her slender form to him for just a moment. She was slight, but strong and she knew that she could combat his weight when she was ready to.

But she was not ready to. She looked into his eyes. He had pinned her to the car, he would have to justify his reasoning. He looked at her for a long time, then took her arm.

“Let’s get out of here…” he purred, almost inaudibly. 

She could feel the weight of his body pressing her to the car, as she caressed her breasts and then let her hands linger over her ribs in her hotel room. Her phone vibrated in unison with her caresses, and she picked it up.

I miss you.

The text from Colin made her wet, as her own caresses had not.

Me too. Wish you were in Shanghai.

Do you?

Yes, I am in a mood and would love you. Here…

There was a knock at her door. Polly felt conflicted, was Oscar checking up on her? She held her phone, as if the screen with her texts to Colin were an amulet. She looked out of the peephole, and gasped as she opened the door.

“Is that how you open the door with your pretty tits out like that?” 

Colin cupped her said pretty tits, as he kissed her and pressed her to the front of the door.

“I knew it was you, I knew you were out there…” she said, right before he kissed her again and held her close.

The weight of his hands on her breasts, lulled her into lust, and she almost fucked him with the door wide open.

Almost…

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