I stare at Jolene as the guard roughly handles her breasts, cupping and caressing them, and feel myself getting aroused when he spins her around and lifts up her nightie. She has amazing curves. I’m surprised how natural she responds to the guards crude comments, almost like she’s used to the idea of men putting their cocks in her face. The guard then turns and grasps my neck, twisting with a pressure that forces my body to turn with it. He quickly scans over my very exposed body, but I can tell he is still mostly eyeballing Jolene. Yoga and kisses girls, then try and get some sleep. I’ll be seeing your ass later, he mutters to Jolene, sliding his hand along her ticklish waist as he exits. Again she performs like a pornstar with a smile and giggles at him. Maybe she is kind of a slut and actually likes that attention?
With the door now sealed, I rub my sore neck. I guess we’re supposed to stretch some before… kisses? I find Jolene’s cheerful demeanor contagious and can’t help but smile back at her. Hopefully the stretching will release some of this built up stimulation tension I’m feelings.
She jumps suddenly, her boobs jiggling as she shakes off a shock from her belt. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! She shouts. I promptly echo her as mine shocks too. We recognize this as our cue to begin stretches, and start doing toe touches. I find myself impressed with her flexibility and this gives me a full view of her cleavage. I try to be discrete with my ogling, but at every look my thoughts get lost in the knowledge I’ll soon be snuggling up to them, I mean with her.