Boss lady-2

“Come here.” she said as she eased herself onto the sofa. I began winding up the cord, my hands trembling.

“Leave it. Just get over here.” Jenna said, snapping her fingers. “Waiter, how about some service, here? You do look like a waiter, doing all this lovely cleanup, Timmy. You don’t mind if I call you Timmy, do you?”

This was simply unreal. All Jenna’s beautiful female flesh that I had long worshipped in my dreams sat relaxed and naked before me. I knew that she was on a beach volleyball team and, so, was not surprised to see the milky-white of her lower belly give way to the golden hue of her legs and torso. Jenna’s long legs were crossed at the knees, but when I approached, she uncrossed them, and allowed them to fall to the side. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her thighs. They were gorgeous.

“Kneel down. You’re making me crane my neck.” Jenna snipped. I lowered onto my knees, and the warmth and fragrance of her body wafted towards me. I inhaled it eagerly and raised my eyes to meet hers. It was then I realized that I was afraid of Jenna – afraid of how she could easily reveal me for what I am; not the phony persona I present to the world. Truly, if aliens studied our culture, they’d wonder why women like Jenna didn’t have balls, and why weaklings like myself did.