Chapter 6

“Now, where were we this morning?”

“Right about here.” I grabbed his belt and knelt down in front of him. I unbuckled his belt, yanked open the button and unzipped his jeans. The fragrant muskiness of his crotch I remembered from this morning was gone. What replaced it was the fresh scent of lavender. I snuggled my face against his white briefs and bit into the cotton fabric, feeling a mass of curly pubic hair between my teeth. Alan moaned as he pushed his shirt off his shoulders. It fell to the floor. I looked up his body. He leaned his arms against the wall. His hairy torso towering over my body seemed to enclose me. I took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of his body, his crotch, and his armpits. I wanted to taste every inch of him.