A gift of five dimes

Making is way around her, he continues to study her lovely form. His eyes move from the cute pattern of freckles that grace the bridge of her nose and extend to each cheek. The gentle swell of her breasts, though not large, are full and firm and capped by rose coloured nipples, no larger than a silver dollar. He notices too, that they are already hard, extended, as if reaching out to be kissed, licked touched, and rolled between thumb and forefinger. Her tummy, though not muscular, is flat and smooth and he watches it now as it’s movements pattern her breathing.

Lowering his eyes now to her sex, he sees that the seam of her undergarment has pulled itself tightly between her thick outer lips, affording a lovely definition to her soft wet crease. Earlier in the day, he had given thought to having her stand naked, but then decided it would be more fun to unwrap that gift later. Travelling downward, his eyes dance along the line of thin, muscular legs to the small scar on her left knee…a little badge of honour attained when she was just six years old and first learning to ride a bike. A bright smile flashes as his eyes make their way to her delicate feet and carefully painted bright pink toenails All of her perfect beauty blanketed in flawless ivory skin that seemed to glow in the ever shifting moonlight.