His cock shone in the moonlight that filtered through the shuttered blinds. Her eyes were as fixed on his muscular torso as his were on her naked body as he crossed the room. She sighed with anticipation as he knelt forwards on the bed and began kissing her legs. He worked slowly upwards and bypassed her hirsute triangle of delights as he worshipped her stomach, her breasts and finally her neck with his soft lips. His hands brushed backwards and forwards across her warm skin as he gazed into her eyes and finally moved downward to her throbbing sex.


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Elena woke up and slammed her palm on the snooze button atop the alarm clock. As she rolled back over she felt a familiar stickiness between the top of her thighs. Coping with a period each month was annoying enough, but the feelings Elena encountered at the other end of her cycle were just as distracting and - at times - nearly as messy. She climbed out of bed, trying not to disturb John who was still asleep, and headed to the bathroom.

She started the shower running and then pulled off her pajamas ready to step in. She paused in front of the full length mirror to look at her body. Her face was fairly pretty, although her lips were slightly too full. Her long black curls cascaded down to her shoulders, framing her slightly squarish face. Her breasts were mismatching sizes, one noticeably bigger than the other. They both culminated in identical small dark nipples adorning her olive skin. Her stomach was slightly rounded, neither flat nor fat. Her dense jet black bush made her groin stand out from the rest of her body, distracting attention from her curvaceous legs. Her butt, hidden from view of the mirror, was like most of her body; curvy in a way that was sexy but not overweight.

Elena bent forward and ran her hands along her shins. Her legs did not yet need shaving again. She had always seemed cursed with an abundance of hair that she did not want, and one of the things she hated most about her body was having to shave or wax areas that other girls didn't need to bother with. At least her husband John didn't mind her underarms being kept in her native European style.

When she had finished in the shower, Elena went to fetch her maid's uniform from the closet. It was a light blue, rather unflattering uniform comprised of a thick blouse/jacket and a pleated skirt that went just below the knee. The colour did not suit Elena at all. She grabbed it and her underwear, but then thought better of it. She slipped on only the uniform, and went over to the bed where John was stirring.

"I think I'm going to go without underwear today," she whispered in his ear, trying to inject as much sex appeal into her Slavic accent as she could. She opened a button at the top of her clothes so that he might be able to see her breasts dangling in front of him.

"You'll get cold," John said parentally, not bothering to look at her chest.

"I'll be ok," Elena said curtly as she turned and strode off, redoing the button.