Bending Over

Monday afternoon found me holding my girlfriend’s ankles while she bent over the back of the dryer. Her round ass was on perfect display. Pink striped panties peeked out from gray shorts. She grunted as she reached for the dryer vent tube. I watched her buttocks clench from the exertion.

It was the most fun I had in days. I had made close to a hundred trips up stairs while carrying boxes. I had argued with a sleazy moving company. I had spent an entire day putting together a huge desk from Sweden. I deserved to watch her ass.

It was so tempting to play with her ankles. I wanted to spread them and open her golden thighs. I wanted to bend down and bite her tightly clenching ass. I wanted to take a picture and save it for a rainy day. I wanted to climb on top of that wonderful ass and fuck her. I couldn’t stop staring at that perfect ass that was completely at my mercy.

“I almost got it!” she said. She wiggled. She grunted. She cursed. She got sexier by the second.

I held onto her ankles. Right now she needed me to hold her steady. Fuck, my dirty clothes needed me to hold her steady. No matter how tempting her ass was, no matter how much I wanted to bend over and bite right where I knew her sex was, I stayed good. I behaved.

“Alright, pull me up,” she said.

“You got it?” I asked.

“Yep.”

I held onto her ankles. “Good.”