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an untitled story by J. Boser
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: [email protected] (Jeffrey Boser)
Subject: A story
ok.. here goes.. I dont expect this to be a particulary
wonderfun story, it was written as a small fantasy for the
woman in it, by me.
I would like to get comments on it (especially women, Im worried
about how women would react), weather the ideas are erotic, or not,
good or bad or indifferent. any comments would be more than
welcome.
it doesnt have a name.
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I throw a few pillows on the floor in front of the television,
and put a tape in the vcr. Before it starts, I take the popcorn
out of the microwave and empty it into a bowl that I put on the
floor too. I lay down on my side, my head proped up by my elbow
on a pillow and I call your name loudly. 'LINDA!'
As you enter the room, I turn and look at you and smile. You
smile back, hesitantly, and come and lay down in front of me,
snuggling back against me and fluffing a pillow under your head.
I hit the remote to start the movie and then put it aside. You
take a handful of popcorn and munch on a few kernels. I take some
myself and enjoy the buttery flavor. The bowl is in front of you
so I have to reach over you, and every time I do so I rest my arm
on your side for a moment.
About half way through the movie I rest my hand on your hip for a
while, squeezing during the exciting and romantic parts of the
movie. Feeling playful I slide my hand down to your belly and begin
to stroke it with my fingers.
You snuggle closer to me, and I move my hand across your belly to
your other hip. I move my head behind yours and blow gently against
the back of your neck. With my arm around you I pull you tight
against me and I press my lips against your neck and kiss it gently.
You shiver, and I whisper a question into your ear: 'cold?'
You shake your head, and I kiss your neck again, moving my hand up and
down your side through your shirt. On the up stroke my arm brushes
the underside of your breasts.
Becoming impatient, you start to pull at your shirt, but I slap your
hands away and continue running my fingers lightly over your torso.
I blow gently into your ear and you shiver again.
I run my fingers up now, over the top of your breast and dancing around
the nipples, teasing them erect. You shove your bottom against me
when I finally touch them, jumping at the feel of touch through your
shirt. I move my hand lower again, down to your waist, and slide
my hand under your shirt and touch your skin. Still gently, I move
my fingers up to the undersides of your breasts and ribs and spend
a few minutes running my fingers over them. I cup one of your breasts
and hold it in my hand, moving my thumb and fingers over the sides.
I squeeze, and you jump.
I kiss your ear as I squeeze again, rubbing my thumb up and flicking
your nipple. My breath tickles the hairs on the side of your neck
as I nuzzle you.
You shudder, and bite back a moan. Encouraged, I move my hand to
your other breast and squeeze it gently. You move against me,
trying to snuggle closer. I take the nipple between thumb and
finger and slowly, every so slowly, begin to squeeze it. Before
the pinch gets too hard, I move my hand back to your other nipple
and squeeze that one slowly. You moan this time, and you move
your legs against mine on the carpet.
The movie and popcorn are forgotten.
I stop, and slowly pull your shirt off, you shifting back and forth to
help me work it free, raising your arms up to get it off, and I place
it to the side. Unimpeded, I begin tugging your nipples with my hand,
pulling and twisting them gently. You reach behind you and grope for
my crotch, but i whisper 'no' in your ear and you stop.
I remove my lips from your ear and slide my other under you, cupping
and squeezing your breasts, and I move the hand that hangs over your
side down to your waist, and then lower. I run my fingers over
the crotch of your pants, and you spread your legs slightly, wrapping
the one on top over my legs. I rub gently over the fabric-covered
mound, and more firmly on its sides.
You moan again, louder this time, and rock your pelvis down toward
my teasing hand. I move my hand back and forth over your mound,
using my fingernails to lightly scratch the fabric as I rub you
through your pants. They are getting damp to my fingers, and you
keep trying to rock to the motion of my hands.
I continue squeezing your nipples and nuzzling the side of your neck
as I massage between your legs. You gasp occasionally as my fingers
work around the sides of your clit, and pass over your slit.
I stop, and your legs arch back around mine as you try to shove your
bottom at my crotch. I move my hand to your waist again, and move
my fingers under the waistband of your pants and panties. You
moan anxiously as I move my hand downward, among your pubic hair
and over your mound, cupping you underneath your pants between your
legs, your wetness smearing my warm palm as I press it firmly against
you. I rock my hand up and down, pressing as I do so. When I rock
down, your slit opens up under my fingers and you buck at them.
When I rock up, my slick palm slides the hood of your clit up, sliding
over it as you gasp and try to open your legs wider.
I nibble on the back of your neck as I do this, rocking you closer
and closer to orgasm. As my fingers curl and slide among the folds
you shudder and rock your pelvis downward at them. I move them
up and down as I keep the ball of my palm rocking your clit. I
rub the folds, getting the tips of my fingers smeared with your moisture
under your pants.
Stopping once again, I pull my hand out of your pants and start to
push the waistband down over your hips. You try to help but when you
try to bring your hands down I push them gently up again. You
whimper anxiously as I slowly push the waistband down, running my
hand over your buttocks as I uncover them, and mingling in your
pubic hair. When I get them low enough, I use my legs to push them
the rest of the way off.
You are naked now in my arms. One arm is wrapped under your side
and up in front under your breasts, and that hand squeezes one
occasionally. My other arm rests over your hip and that hand
moves once again between your legs. My arms are around you, holding
you and touching you. The fingers between your legs once again
start running up and down your slit gently tugging and pinching
the lips. The hand on your chest flicks your nipples and pinches
them playfully.
My lips kiss the back of your neck and my teeth nibble there.
During a hard pinch to your nipples, I slide one of my fingers
between your labials and starts stroking the wet pinkness inside
of your slit. You buck and moan into the pillow as you lay
held in my arms, my hands in your most senstive spots.
As the finger slides over the wet inside, it moves closer
and closer to the entrance of your vagina, teasing the
opening and moving towards it and away. You start to
wiggle down in my arms, your buttock pressed against the
hard lump in my own crotch, straining toward my finger.
After teasing you for a little while, I slide it ever so slowly
into you, moving it deep inside you. You shudder and
moan very loudly. Your vagina clenches my finger in welcome,
pulling it deeper.
As I kiss your neck, as you moan and shudder in my arms,
I slide my finger in and out of you. When it comes out,
I move it up inside your labials and brush your clit before
moving it back down inside you. I use my other fingers to
rub your mons up and down, pulling your labs open and closed
around my finger. My palm pushes down at the top of your clit
pushing down against your pelvic bone under your clit, mashing
it gently.
My hand at your breast squeezes to punctuate the movements of
my lower hand, squeezing your nipple harder as I push my finger
inside you, cupping your entire breast as I mash my palm down
firmly over your clit.
Your moaning is continuous, and your vagina clenches occasionally.
I blow in your ear to distract you, and then rub my thumb on your
clit directly to send you over the edge into orgasm, your vagina
fluttering, your pelvis rocking against my hand, your head tossing
back. I keep my arms around you, holding you as you moan, feeling
you shuddering in my embrace. I keep moving my finger inside you
slowly, though I stop teasing your clit directly. I move my upper
hand and begin running my fingers lightly over your breasts again.
As you sigh, your toes uncurl, and you relax against me, I shift
you slightly onto your back.
I keep my arm under your back, my hand flitting playfully along the
sides and bottom of your breasts, my other hand still cupping between
your legs, a finger still inside you. But I shift so you are on
your back lying against me, so I can smile and kiss your lips.
'I love you' I whisper. Your eyes flash, and my finger is squeezed,
you whisper it back to me and we kiss for a long time, my hands
emphasising the motions of my tongue and lips.
I take my hand from the warmth between your legs and bring the
finger to my lips, tasting you. I stroke your body lovingly with
it, your thighs, your hips, your stomach, your chest, your cheek.
I spend time touching most of your body gently, smiling at you
warmly.
The forgotten movie ends and the tv produces a soft white noise as
I hold you in my arms for a tiny piece of forever.
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.....jeff
[email protected]
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