Amanda & Ben

Ben climbed out of the shower, water dripping off his muscular tanned body. He reached for a towel and began drying himself as he walked into the bedroom. Amanda, his girlfriend, was dressing in front of the mirror.
Amanda was quite simply stunning. She had a body most women would cry out for; long firm legs, a round taught arse and pert upturned 36C breasts each tipped with a rosy coloured nipple. Her long and lustrous golden hair fell down over her shoulders. She had trimmed her pussy hair to show off her petal like pussy lips. Ben openly admired this gorgeous woman, who stood before him wearing only a small camisole, and wondered what he had done to deserve such a beautifully perfect specimen of the female form.
Amanda turned round when she noticed Ben behind her in the mirror. He stood idly drying himself with a proud grin on his face.
“What’s the matter with you?” she asked.
“Absolutely nothing babe. I was just admiring you.” He replied.
“That’s not all you were doing,” she said with a nod towards his groin. “Seems like you were having naughty thoughts while you were admiring me.”
Ben looked down and saw that he had a semi hard-on. He dropped his towel to the floor and grasped his cock, stroking it to full hardness.
“Seems a shame to waste this then.” He said playfully.
“Absolutely.” Amanda replied as she walked over to him.
She dropped to her knees in front of Ben and took hold of his now hard cock. She pushed it flat against Ben’s stomach and ran her tongue round his heavy ball sack then up the shaft. She flicked her tongue across the ridge under the cockhead making it twitch and throb, and then sank her lips down over the shaft, taking half of the nine-inch cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked on Ben’s cock, taking more and more of the shaft into her mouth. Spit bubbles formed at the corners of her mouth as she sucked harder and faster.
She let Ben’s cock fall from her mouth and cupped her hands around it, interlocking her fingers, and stoked her hands along the slippery shaft, from the base up to the tip. The tightness of her grip caused Ben’s cock to twitch. Each time her hands left the tip exposed, she lapped at it with her tongue, occasionally sucking just the tip between her lips.
“Fuck that feels good, but don’t make me cum just yet babe.” Ben said.
Amanda let go of his cock, stood and peeled of the camisole. Her nipples were hard and she pinched them between her thumb and forefinger. She moved to the bed, sat on the edge and then leant back, opening her legs.
“You know what to do baby, make me cum.” She demanded.
Ben did know what to do and he knelt between her legs and prised her pussy lips apart with his fingers.