George didn't understand why Mrs. Monroe kept paying him to swap bodies when her body felt so lovely. He'd heard rumors and had had strangers come up to him as if they knew him a few times. She was wilder than him, and some of the characters who claimed to know him had been pretty shady. Still, she was good with his body and he was so good with hers.
She left him on the couch and he immediately unbuttoned his plaid top and caressed his breasts. They were small, but the nipples were so sensitive. It was so arousing just watching Mrs. Monroe's hands play with her breasts. He felt the familiar slippery warmth between his legs, and stretched out the burgundy yoga pants to dip his fingers down into his waiting pussy.
George leaned his head back and sighed as he stroked himself, spreading his dewy wetness up and down his entrance before sliding two fingers inside himself. He'd gotten so good at this in the month since they'd started swapping, and he soon came, crying out in Mrs. Monroe's delicious throaty voice.
He had the whole run of her enormous house. All of it taken care of by cleaners and gardeners and maintenance workers. George's only responsibility inside her body was to go to her yoga class and eat healthy. The daily orgasms were just a side benefit she never had to know about.
5 previously published erotic body swapping stories by M Wills in Body Switch Collection: Volume 10, available on Smashwords or Amazon.
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