Fantasies
#1
Illegal Legs
It was another Friday night and Hank was alone in his room, he lay on his bed looking at the ceiling. Another Friday locked in his room at 3 in the morning after a week of grueling lab work. There he lay, as Logan was out at some bar somewhere picking up young women, while Scott and Jean made love two rooms down, he was alone; in the dark.
Hank was a legs man; he didn't have the fascination with breasts most men shared. He loved the sleek lines of a woman's legs. When he was younger it used to drive him mad when he and Jean would work together in the Med-Lab. She would bend over in her short skirts or tight jeans and rummage in cabinets, her long lithe legs leading to a perfectly shaped ass… But then she had always been with Scott, Hank had never had a chance. When Jubilee had come to the mansion she was still young not more than a child but she had fleshed out quickly. She had supple legs, long and limber. He loved to watch her as she ran around the track during gym class; he loved to watch her firm ass work under her tight gym shorts. It was a guilty pleasure of his. A perverted sin but he reveled in the sweet fantasies her had about her. His blue eyelids closed as he envisioned Jubilee:
Her slim firm body drove him crazy. He saw her in his mind's eye she wore that bright yellow trench coat around her like a shroud. She slipped it off her tiny shoulders and underneath she wore he flashy pink bikini. The top slid off after she untied the straps and her nipples grew hard in the chill of his bedroom. A hand went to her right nipple and twisted it slowly sensuously, maddeningly, she moaned and her free hand went to work on her pussy. Sweet beautiful moans cascaded over Hank's ears as Jubilee worked herself up to an orgasm.
Hank came his back arching slightly and a grown emanating from between his lips. Blue eyelids opened on the darkness of his room, and he looked into the darkness, it certainly was another Friday.
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AU: This is going to be a series of one shots of sexual fantasies. So… there will be no plot…. at all. Also this is not because I'm a pervert its just because I have a bout a million parings in my head and this gets them out of the way so I can focus on the other stories that I write, that do have a plot.