Love Starved Fran - Erotic Novel E-Book

Sand Wayne

• Herausgeber: Sandy
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

Leseprobe

Love Starved Fran

CHAPTER ONEHer first night on the houseboat, Fran stepped from the shower and gasped, doing a frightened double-take at the strange naked body as she reached blindly for a towel in those few quick seconds before she caught her breath again and smiled at her own stupidity. Gazing at her own reflection in the mirror, she felt quite silly at having spooked herself. She had no idea that there was a mirror on the back of the door. She guessed one of the boys must have put it up sometime during the afternoon, while she and Vivian were cleaning the old house. But what surprised her more than the mere presence of the mirror was her failure to recognize her own body. The mirror was a new one of course, and that made a difference, enhancing color and giving a sharper image. Fran took a step closer, frowning. She did not properly credit the displayed feminine attributes. Fran was an honest thirty-nine (and kidded herself that next year she would stay this age like Jack Benny) yet didn't show it. Her plump breasts settled an inch or two lower on her rib cage and her rump was fuller, but otherwise she had the same girlish figure she'd had at eighteen. Her breasts still wobbled more than they swayed and her buttocks undulated when she walked; her trim waist tapered, her belly was flat and sloped into her pubic bush, and her legs were long and downy soft. Only the most minute inspection would turn up tiny hints of striations, evidence that she'd borne children.Fran cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them as if weighing their merits. She found herself wondering if they could still turn on a man; in her more objective moments she could find no reason why they wouldn't, but as a woman she harbored a large load of self-doubt. She squeezed and her brown-red nipples erected achingly in her hands. She sucked in her tummy and ran her hand over it, down to the bushy honey blonde triangle at her belly's base. A finger nestled into the curls where her thighs met. The tip of her tongue appeared between her lips. Her eyes closed briefly and then opened on her contorted features reflected in front of her. She withdrew her hand and began briskly toweling herself: she didn't want to stir up that hornet's nest! She knew all too well that she had no way to stop it. She had found from ten years' experience that the best way she had of coping with her sex drive was, insofar as possible, to ignore it.