Lucky dog Ch4: Shower Girl

Lucky dog Ch4: Shower Girl
Tammy raced across the house and into the shower. As she did this she wiped the cum off of her face with her boyfriend’s soccer towel. The scent of old sweat wouldn’t normally be a turn on, but in this instance it was. Her soccer boy was hot.

She was still wiping off the cum with the towel when she began running the water. She peeled off her tight T shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath because she had wanted to tease her boy with the thin material and her hard nipples. When you have A cups you do what you can to maximize the appeal.

She kicked off her shoes without a thought. Her jeans and panties came next. With the towel on her face in the spacious bathroom Tammy never saw Lucky. If she did she might have seen his large red cock hanging under his body. Lucky saw a naked body and he knew what to do with those.

Tammy stepped into the shower and let the water flow over her shoulder length blond hair. Waves of warm soothing water flowed over her small pert breasts and down her firm stomach to her trimmed bush. Her hands washed the cum downwards and rubbed herself as she did so.

When her hands met her pussy she began fingering herself. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t see Lucky poking his nose into the shower.

Let us rewind time a little bit. Tammy’s mom was drunk and she had left the window to her bedroom open. Tammy’s father was one of those strange men who didn’t want sex constantly. Thanks to Tammy’s mothers drinking and her father’s sexual apathy Tammy’s father might not have actually been Tammy’s father.

There shouldn’t need to be any explanation for how Tammy’s mother came to be rubbing her pussy in her shiny soft red robe and nothing else. She was drunk and frustrated she was certain that her daughter was sleeping with every boy on the planet.

Tammy’s mother was not athletic, but she was not really overweight either. Her breasts were a modest B cup and her hair was long and curly. Right now it was a mess because she hadn’t combed it in two days.

A whiskey tumbler and a lonely piece of ice was on the nightstand. It had a mate, but that was in her pussy fighting off the passionate heat that was threatening to overwhelm her.

Her window was open, partly because she liked the cool breeze on her naked body, partly because she got off on the thought that one of her curious neighbors might be watching, and partly because she was lazy. That’s how Lucky got in. He smelled a woman in heat and came to investigate.

Tammy’s mother wasn’t exactly conscious, and she wasn’t completely passed out.