Meet Me At The Cabin
The cabin was barely visable from my perch on the downside of the hill. Judging by the laughter echoeing around me, I assumed my freinds had already arrived. Beads of sweat slid between my 34C breast, slowly soaking my barley-there tank top. My shorts were riding up my ass so I hurried my pace. Sarah greeted me at the door with a smile and devilish gleam in her blue eyes. She spun on her heel and flounced away, letting her ass swish side to side. I admired the view briefly before shutting...