The Scenic Route

She stopped, her back to the camera. She paused, her backside beautiful among the flowers. Then, slowly, she turned, her magnificent breasts displayed to the distant lens. The camera zoomed in, and Rose's concave belly receded as the lens focused upon the cute cock and balls that occupied the place at which Kevin had every right to expect to glimpse a woman's pussy. His mouth gaped as his eyes stared at the male genitals.

Her cock and balls looked cute, Rose thought, but incongruous, to be sure, among her breasts and womanly buttocks. She held her breath, waiting to see whether her life would, at last, be complete or she'd lose the man of her dreams before she'd ever really won his heart.

Kevin turned from the image on the screen, staring deeply into Rose's eyes. "Wow!" he cried, and he was grinning, the dimples deep in his cheeks, as he leaned sideways to kiss the beautiful young ladyboy beside him on the loveseat they shared.

Rose's hand closed over his as she returned his kiss. Afterward, she said, "My cock and balls are a secret."

"My lips are sealed," he assured her, "but my heart is full."

"Mine, too," she whispered.

"I'm glad you took the trip. You seem so much more relaxed than you did last week."

"New town, new job," she told him. "A flirty colleague with goldilocks and dimples, too. I was under a lot of stress." There was no need, now, to tell Kevin about Bruce the Brute, she thought, although she might, someday. "I'm glad you advised me to take the scenic route. It was just what I needed."

He kissed her again, his hand gentle upon the erection that made the front of her mini-skirt into a tent. "I liked you naked," he whispered. "Every inch of you."

Smiling, she kissed him back, gathering his genitals in her own delicate hand. "Then, join me while I get naked again."

That night, as they lay in one another's arms, cocks rigid, balls risen in taut scrotums, soft breasts against firm chest, Kevin's prick inside the deep, tight embrace of Rose's smooth bottom, the room, the city, the desert, and the whole, wide world seemed filled with the perfumed scent of the wildflowers that Rose had savored all along the scenic route.