The engagement affair part 32

“Um…Anastasja? This is rather….” Nataniel began to
say. His back pressed against the wall. Anastasja’s
arms were wrapped tight around his neck, her body
pressed firmly into his. Her huge breásts were
squashed completely against his bare chest.
“Thanks for the other day Nataniel.” She said. Her lips
were tantalizingly close to his and he could feel her
warm breath against his face.
“Nah, I’m glad you’re okay.” He absentmindedly placed
his hand around her waist, pulling her even closer. “I’m
sorry I didn’t come to see you in the hospital. I hope
your head doesn’t hurt much. You took a rather nasty
bump.”
“Yeah I’m fine.” Her fingers touched the bandage on
her forehead. “The doctors told me not to go surfing for
a few days though. Just a slight concussion that will go
away. No brain damage or anything. Other than the
stitches and this hideous bandage I’m as good as new.”
Nataniel tried to focus his mind on things other than the
view and feel of her breásts squashed on his chest. Her
voluptuous body mashed into his had made his cöck
develop a brain of its own. He felt it grow against her
hip and he knew she felt it too. “The bandage is
nothing. I’m just happy you are okay.” he said, trying to
take his mind off it.
“Really?” she replied looking up at him, a pretty smile
lighting up her face.
“Yeah. Seriously.”
She trembled. “I…don’t know what would have
happened if you weren’t there. I would have drowned.”
“No you wouldn’t. Someone else would have gotten to
you if I hadn’t.”
“But no one else came.”
“Yeah, that’s kinda true.” he admitted.
“You saved my life…” her voice quivered and she
averted her gaze from his and bit her lip, “…I want to…I
just want to thank you for saving me.“
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m happy you are fine
now. I wouldn’t have been able to console Leah if you
had…gone. I was really worried we may have lost you
or you suffered some sort of brain damage. You
weren’t breathing when I brought you out. I’m glad
you’re okay and that’s what really matters to me.”
“Awww!!!! That’s so sweet of you!!!” Anastasja said.
Her hand found its way down the front of his bulge and
caressed his rapidly growing cöck. Nataniel wanted to
protest, but two quick strokes from her made him gasp.
“I don’t have anything much to offer,” Anastasja
continued, “so I want to thank you the only way I can
right now…with…with my body.” She slipped her hand
into his trunks and gripped his shaft tight. At the same
time she reached behind her neck and pulled on the
strings of her bikini, letting it slip off her body and fall
to the tiled floor. Her round breásts fell free and
Nataniel gulped as they bounced elegantly on her
chest. He felt his dìck pulse in her grip. His mind
immediately went to Sofia and he frowned. Why did he
feel he was cheating on her? Anastasja peered into his
face.
“What’s wrong? You don’t look to happy.” She asked.
“You don’t like it?”
“No, it’s not that. I…I love it…honestly…it’s…it’s just
that…you know…you really don’t…” he groaned as she
gave his rock-hard cöck another couple of hard
strokes.
“You don’t find me attractive enough?” she pouted in
mock hurt.
“No Anastasja. You are a very beautiful girl…I just don’t
think…” Another hard set of strokes and a louder groan
from him.
“Then don’t hold back.” Anastasja fired at him. “I know
you want to. Your dìck is soooo hard and willing.”
“Oh what the heck.” Nataniel murmured under his
breath, defeated.
Anastasja gave him a few more pumps and felt him
pulse in her grip rapidly. Her other hand dropped from
his shoulder and reached for the shower handle behind
him. She turned it slowly and a jet of warm water
sprayed over them from the showerhead above.
“Your…breásts are very nice Anastasja.” He blurted out
the first thing that came to his mind.
“Call me Ana.” She pulled his hand from her waist and
thrust one of her pale breásts into it.
To Be Continued…