Second thoughts

Annie wore some sort of shirt dress that resembled a batik beach wrap. It was sort of a bronze and rust color, barely long enough to cover her ass, but loose fitting to the point where one could not make out the feminine form underneath. She had some sexy strappy high heeled sandals on her feet. When she knelt in front of my CD rack, the material of her dress was pulled tight around her bottom so that her delicious bubble butt was apparent. She put on a CD, then rose and turned to me on the couch.
The sexy sounds of Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto came through the speakers as she grabbed her dress at the hem and removed the whole thing in one seamless motion. There were no undergarments. She smiled and stood before me in just her high heeled sandals. Her breasts were fuller than I thought they would be, perfectly shaped with thin, pointy nipples. Her hips flared wonderfully from her high, slim waist. Her mound was plump and smooth with no sign of the lips hidden within.

“Like it? I just had it waxed,” she said cupping her pussy and dragging her fingers upward so that her inner lips were forced out into the open. Annie sauntered over and knelt on the floor in front of me, all the while staring hungrily at the bulge in my pants. She waited patiently as I unbuckled my pants and freed my erect penis.
“Wow, you’re much bigger than I thought you’d be,” she said laughing nervously.
I was used to the comments and the nervous laughter women offered once they’d seen my cock. Some women begin to have second thoughts while others begin to ponder the possibilities. While it’s not humongous, it is sizeable. I grabbed it at the base and stood it up as it finished hardening. A string of pre-cum stretched from the bulbous, mushroom head over to my thigh where it had lain.
“So, you’ve been thinking about my cock, have you?” I asked, holding the muscle so that it pointed at the ceiling instead of curling bow-like into my abdomen.