Brad & Angie Erotica Part 2
Brad gazed longingly at Angelina. She was immersed in the massive tub, covered in bubbles, exposing only her thin but toned arms and a tantalising leg. Her face was flushed and moist with a few strands of hair framing her cheeks. Those famous lips were parted invitingly and her expression challenged and excited him at the same time. Although he was tempted to take her roughly - like that time in Africa - he also wanted to savour every moment, devour every inch of her, and make up for the days they were apart. After all, there would be other opportunities for the jungle stuff. Brad marveled at his newfound exuberance towards sex. At the ripe old age of 41, he never dreamed he'd be this charged after seven years of apathetic intercourse. Indeed. Seven years with a vain, self obsessed gym freak who could not go 30 seconds without checking for cellulite had left him nearly numb to the treasure chest of naughty pleasures offered by the female body. With Angie everything changed. Suddenly he was 25 again! Their wild, uninhibited moments left him exhilarated and even a little afraid...afraid of the raw-ness of their connection, the purity of their lovemaking, the honesty between them. Thank Goddess for Nicole Kidman, he thought to himself. He often wondered what route his life would have taken if she didn't back out of Mr & Mrs Smith. A low moan brought Brad out of his reverie and he watched as Angelina massaged her shoulder, never once taking her eyes off his. It was time to get wet. He slowly sank in to the warm water, admiring the way she didn't give an inch, keeping her legs straddled on either side of the basin and forcing him to lower himself in between. He took the same position opposite her and looked straight in to her eyes. She was giggling now and he smiled back as he ran a practiced hand along the inside of her right thigh, taking satisfaction at the gasp that escaped her lips. It was going to be a long night. To be continued...
