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Jenny
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Jenny
I had always liked Jenny, though I didn't know her well personally. We
worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly
different perspective on the world that most other people on 'normal'
shifts. We're often driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a
lot of time at home because nothing's open. And then we sleep through the
morning, when everybody else is alive and awake. It's a very lonely life
most of the time. Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to
town almost a year ago, and because of her hours, she hadn't had so much as
one date in all that time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a
social/sex life. There were plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some
reason she didn't seem interested. More than a few of them were interested,
though. She stood about 5 foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit
overweight, but not seriously and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her
seem more real, somehow. More than once I had half-jokingly offered my
services, only to be turned down with an appreciative smile. I could never
seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask her for a date. Mostly it was
because I was certain she'd turn me down and rejection was something I
didn't really care for.
I don't know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both
had gotten roped into putting in a 'little overtime'. If you consider 10
hours 'little'. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch.
Since there was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow
the conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she
looked for in a guy.
"Well," she said musingly, "looks aren't all that important, I guess. A
good personality is more important." She was silent for a moment, thinking.
"Right now what I would like to find most is somebody who's good in bed.
After a year of nothing I'm getting kind of, well, itchy."
My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got
up to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said,
"How do you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?"
She chuckled. "I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay
but great fringe benefits."
"Those benefits look pretty good to me." I said, still standing behind
her and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.
Anticipatory, perhaps. "But seriously, that's what you're looking for? Not
just any old guy who can get it up?"
"Uh uh." She said softly, almost dreamily. "It would be tempting, but
hell, if the guy doesn't know what he's doing, it just isn't really
worthwhile. Not for me, anyway. For him it's probably great."
The it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.
They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are
different, ya know." "Oh, really?" she said, still seemingly in a
trance.
"Sure." I said. I put the cup down. "For some of us half the fun is in
making the other person feel good." I placed my hands on her shoulders,
though I wasn't really aware of it at the time. "Sex is an artform. I think
so, anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who
was capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that
was because I the only guy who really tried." I was massaging her
shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that she was breathing
deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped back up when I
realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside my jeans
like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while I
continued to talk in a husky voice. "You see, my favorite part of making
love is to explore the woman's body." My hands moved up and down her arms.
Her breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes
still closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, "Every inch,
from head to toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and
nibble until until she can't take any more. And then..." I ran my hands up
her sides and slowly, gently slipped them around under her breasts. Her
breathing turned to gasps, then moans. She arched her back as I fondled
her. Even through her bra and heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little
buttons. I flicked my index fingers across them gently and each time I did
she jumped a little. By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its
way to my crotch, rubbing its length almost desperately. She seemed almost
out of control, her breath coming in little cries. She turned around
suddenly and buried my mouth against hers. The kiss lasted forever, it
seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two sensuous snakes.
Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.
We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither
one of us said much as we straghtened out our clothing and got ready to go
back to work. On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly
and a spark seemed to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a
barely controlled fire raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was
not nearly over yet...
The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the
otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me.
I didn't have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but
wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly
a woman's dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just
as well.
But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my
legs.
Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking
graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take
off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.
"What's up?" I asked her.
"Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She's got my car tonight." Dianne
was Jenny's roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once
mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn't have to
get up early tomorrow she surely wouldn't enjoy dragging ass out of bed at
2AM to come down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I
volunteered, "Hey, don't wake her up. I'll give you a ride."
Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last number. "I
didn't figure you for the altruisitc type. Isn't it out of your way?"
"It's more out of Dianne's way. The poor woman isn't a creature of the
night like us. She needs her sleep."
She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last number
still undialed. "Okay," she smiled, "but straight home and no sidetrips.
I'm bushed." "No prob." I assured her. We walked out into the
refreshingly cool night air, across the parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw
her giving it the wary eye and I flashed her a grin, "Don't laugh, it's
paid for."
I thought I heard her mumble something about it being paid for in cereal
boxtops but I didn't pursue the matter. I turned the key and the engine
moaned, grumbled, and finally coughed to life athsmatically. I revved the
engine a couple times and it roared impressively, the sound bouncing off
the nearby building walls in staccato bursts. I really needed to put a
muffler on the damn thing.
Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street--slowly. I was
thankful that it was dark and Jenny couldn't see my foot which had the
accellerator pressed to the floor. I doubt she would have cared anyway. She
was too busy hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid being shaken out of
her seat. I *really* needed to put a muffler on this car.
Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her apartment
building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting up to see
what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along the
curb and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the
neighborhood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. "Well, here we
are."
She turned in the darkness, "Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh,
ride..." and opened the door.
I turned the key as she stepped out. I was rewarded by a low groan and a
death rattle from somewhere under the hood. Turning the key again only got
me a faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel with the palm of my hand.
"Shit!" "What's the matter?" Jenny asked, leaning in the still open
door. "Fucking battery died again!" I groaned. "The alternator belt's
broken. I was gonna fix it tomorrow." "Oh." She said. "Well, I can go up
and get the keys from Dianne and give you a jump with my car. Hang on..."
She dissapeared into the darkness. Several minutes later she returned with
a disgusted look on her face. "I don't fucking believe it. She's not there!
She left a note on the 'fridge saying she left with some guy for the coast
and won't be back 'til tomorrow afternoon. In my car, damn her! I coulda
been stuck at work all night!"
Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her roomie had a
date tonight and she didn't. Which I didn't feel particularly sympathetic
for at the moment, considering my predicament. "Well, I could thumb it home
and have a buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can
get the car out of here before it starts lowering property values."
I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk down the
street and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me, obviously wanting to say
something but not knowing quite how. She said haltingly, "Um, well, since
it's kinda my fault that you're stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the
night." Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn't pick up on the
possible implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn't
mean what I hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold
for maybe hours trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It
wouldn't be the first time I had done that and I wasn't looking forward to
doing it again. "Sure." I said, hoping I didn't sound too eager, "It's been
a long day already. Thanks." "Thank *you*." she murmured under her
breath, and I wondered what that was supposed to mean as I followed her to
her apartment.
As I walked into Jenny's apartment the first thing that hit me was the
all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn't too bad, though. I used to have a
cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen
in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the
bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and
a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand
opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered.
Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about.
Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it
looked lots better than my place, which didn't comfort her much since she
saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look
like.
She was probably right on the money.
After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a
chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted,
but far from sleepy. "Nice place you got here." I remarked. "Thanks."
she smiled tiredly. "It was cheap and clean." She sat up a little and said,
"I really appreciate the ride. And... I'm kinda glad you're here. I hate
staying in this neighborhood by myself..." She looked like she was going to
say more but stopped and looked away instead. I started to reply but
felt something moving by my feet. I looked down and saw a little grey ball
of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I reached down and picked it up.
It was a kitten, about four months old, all fuzz and golden eyes, which
stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I dicovered a second later as
he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied quickly before he could do any
serious damage. He shot across the room in a grey blur and dissappeared
under the coffee table.
Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said "Excuse me, I
gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won't be
long." And she dissappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I
heard a shower running. I never was very good at making myself at home
in somebody else's home. Not to mention I was worn out from work and a
funny little knot of tension rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on
the TV and settled back on the couch, trying to relax. It wasn't long
before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold back a small gasp
of surprise.
She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came
down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit
partway up the sides, showing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her braless
breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin
cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently
toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she
was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions. Then,
to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above her head.
The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode up and I
plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose for one
magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my
dissapointment. I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would
have been ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw
earlier in the lunchroom, only this time it wasn't smouldering but raging
almost out of control.
With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips
just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give
excruciating glimpes of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me,
close enough to touch. One gorgously unclad leg rested on the couch and
across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the
back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture me completely. My heart went
wild as what was going on here finally sunk in. Finally she spoke, her
voice low and throaty. "Did you mean what you said earlier?"
Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. "Um, what did I say
earlier?" "That you like to give pleasure as much as recieve it?" she
said softly. My heart thudded slowly in my chest. "Sure." I answered
just as softly, "Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it."
"And..." she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, "and... would you be
willing to give a little to someone who could really use it?" Now, it
would seem to be obvious that I should answer immediately with a loud and
enthusiastic YES! but being in such a situation is much different from
reading or fantasizing. In all honesty, I was a little frightened. I'd had
more than my share of fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a
breathing living willing reality was another thing. You don't treat real
human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized that she was
honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance doing so. She was
obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her down would do great
damage to her self-esteem. I couldn't do that to her.
So, I simply said "Yes."
She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how to
proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward
until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies
moved together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down
directly on the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves
of pleasure though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath
was coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our
excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans.
And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head
buried in my chest, crying softly.
The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection
quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair
and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were
soothing noises.
For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her
head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. "God, I feel so
stupid..." she said in a very quiet voice.
"Shhh." I said, "It's okay. You're not stupid. Things just went a little
too fast, didn't they?"
She nodded, looking away. "I guess so. I've never been like this in my
entire life. I talk a lot, but I'm not really like that. Tonight I just...
I don't know..." she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest
again.
"There, there," I said softly "being lonely and hurting doesn't make you
a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the
rest of us. You're a free adult and I don't feel you did anything wrong."
I don't think she was convinced but she didn't respond or argue. We lay
together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she
raised her head. "These long hours don't help any, either. I think I'll go
to bed."
She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in
several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my
concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed
for the night but she held a hand down to me. "Come on."
I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my
muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find
out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. "I know it's kind
of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I'd really like some
nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don't mind, do you?"
I really didn't, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. "I've always
liked you."
The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still
seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size
bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She
had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday
morning, actually.
She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh,
springs groaning beneath her. "God, I'm so tired." She gripped the lower
hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me,
concerned. "You don't mind, do you? I don't usually sleep with anything
on."
My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my
head, trying not to appear too anxious, "No, that's... okay." She pulled
the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more of bare skin,
until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the floor beside
her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and sighed
"Ah... that feels so much better." She swung her legs up onto the bed and
covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and inviting,
the aurioles a bright rosy read, the nippless still partially erect, that
my hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away and walked
around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled the covers
down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said "Aren't you at
least going to take your shoes off?"
I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I
stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I
wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my
shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of
course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my
pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still
somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I
pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the
dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it's maximum size though still
pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she
saw it. I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In
a husky voice she said, "That was magnificent." as she reached over to turn
the light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.
Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to
mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of
clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn't stop
pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up
and placed her hand on my chest. "Anybody ever tell you how attractive you
are?"
Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on
her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and
forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker,
deeper.
Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck
softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things
were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either
one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and
moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling
it's weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I
rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she
arched her back.
Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair
before resting lightly on my cock, sendling little twinges and flashes of
pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in reponse and she grabbed my
cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt
wonderful.
I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans
and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down
and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took
it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly
between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away
from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, travelling up
and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard
when I reached it.
Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms
wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my
cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine
only long enough to gasp, "I want you in me now!"
I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,
more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached
down to guide me into the right spot.
With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and
excited that it slid in with no resitance at all, until I was buried in her
as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She
pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became
cries.
I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more
frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I
wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from
side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked
beneath me.
"Oh God... Oh God..." she moaned, her voice getting higher and lounder
until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles
of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I
orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what
seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a
thing was possible.
We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in
an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.
Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like
that for who knows how long. Jenny's eyes looked up into mine and she was
so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In
those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but
warmth and tenderness and gratitude and... love? In an exhausted voice
she said, "Hi there, stranger."
In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, "Hi there yourself. Come here
often?" My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of
laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as
if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a
fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years...
She spoke and interrupted my musing. "You know, it's been well over a
year since I've... been with anybody. In one short night you've made up for
all that lost time and then some. I've never experienced anything this
intense. Never."
"I don't think I have either." I replied tiredly. "This was incredible.
Just as I had always thought it might be."
"Yeah. Me too." She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran
though me. "Actually, I could get used to this on a... a regular basis.
I've always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could... um..."
I shushed her quietly, "The future can take care of itself, and perhaps
we'll be in each other's. I think I'd like that myself very much. Right now
let's just enjoy the moment." She nodded silently and relaxed. It was
not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed it almost
before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time around I was
much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at least six times
before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for real, as the first
light of dawn began to color the sky outside.
We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although
we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that
weekend, and it was with bitter dissapointment we faced the reality of
Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,
disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).
I was barely choerent enough to work all day long, but not for one second
did I regret it.
That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most
nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon
City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn't waste
any time packing. At work they don't know anything about it, because the
boss frowns heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun
that doesn't increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk
by Jenny or meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little
smile and a conspiritorial wink, which I always return.
You know, I used to hate working nights...
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EROTICA
Brrriinnnnnggg. Brrrriinnnnnnnggg.
"Hello?"
"Rich?" A perky female voice. "Were you taking a nap? I'm going to
be late for dinner by, uh, about half an hour. Is that okay?"
I rubbed my eye. "No that's fine. Dinner's at 6:30 then."
"Great! See ya!" My girlfriend wasn't wasting any time.
I got up from the sofa and trundled off to the kitchen. Marla and I
have been going out for almost two years now and know each other almost to
the point of ESP. We didn't really know each other in high school, but
started going out our sophmore year in college. Friends say we're a great
couple, and call me biased, I agree. I managed to get dinner ready
and was just setting the table when Marla came in. She's brunette with
shoulder length hair, brown-eyed, and on the thin side, but I like the
dancer's look. She eats like a linebacker, though and I tease her about it
sometimes.
"Mmmmmmmm. Dinner was good. Especially the chicken." She stretched
and I aborted a threat to tickle her tummy when she bared her teeth. We
spent the next couple hours chatting about our respective days and
snuggling up to watch 'Murder She Wrote'. My roomies were out of town for
the weekend so I started rubbing and caressing her breasts towards the end
of the show. Trapping my hands so I was hugging her, she whispered,
"Naughty. Wait 'til the show's over." She then pushed her bottom at me to
feel how hard I was. I was. Very.
When the show ended, I leaned over and lightly bit Marla on the
neck, making sure I didn't get any hair. She turned and kissed me. After a
couple of minutes of kissing and hugging, we went into my bedroom.
We quickly stripped and Marla put up her hair as I got the condom
and gel. Normally, she's on the Pill, but she was getting a new type and
hadn't gotten the new pills. I put the birth control things on the
nightstand and sat on the twin bed where Marla was laying. Her pink nipples
were already pointed and she was starting to get a light flush. I bent over
her and kissed her.
"Hi," she chirped at me. "See anything you like?" I responded by
covering her mischevious grin with another passionate kiss.
"Everything," I whispered in her ear and began kissing down her
neck to her breasts. She began moaning when I nipped here and there, never
quite touching her nipples, making sucking noises. It really turns her on
to hear sex sex noises like that. She finally pushed a nipple into my mouth
and held me there when I strayed too close. I paused for a bit when she
started thrashing so much that I was afraid I'd bite too hard. I squeezed
her breast lightly, rolling the nipple between my fingers. Her breast just
filled my hand and were very sensitive. Sometimes I could get her to come
just by sucking on them. Not tonight. As we kissed again, my right hand
trailed down to her furry mons. Probing, I slid a finger into her and began
to masturbate her, watching her face.
"How wet am I?" she breathed estaticly, grinning.
"Very."
Bucking and rolling her hips now, Marla let out a small moan. "I
want you in me...."
Kissing each of her nipples, I reached over and got the gel. I slid
the applicator into her and began to fuck her with it before putting the
gel into her. Grinning at me, she watched as I rolled the condom over my
rampant prick with lust and promises in her eyes.
* * *
Sam's Diary
Sunday Oct 1.
Dear Diary,
Karla called Friday at work and told me to meet her at the bus stop in the
Shopping Mall Saturday at 7pm. I had no idea what she had planned, but I
knew I would enjoy the ride. I've never been with someone so wonderfully
adventurous as Karla. Sometimes I feel as if I must be dreaming.
Well needless to say, that seed planted in my mind by Karla sprouted all
sorts of fantasies Saturday afternoon as I waited and watched the hours
roll by. None of my fantasies, however, were as erotic as what was to
actually transpire.
As the 7 o'clock hour approached I nervously tried to decide what to wear.
Dressing up too much, I would seem out of place if her plans included some
rowdy dive. My normal attire would seem out of place in any respectable
night spot. I finally decided up some dress slacks, a nice shirt and a
sports coat. As I got in the car to leave I felt a wild exhilaration of
the unknown long absent from my life.
I pulled into a parking spot not far from the bus stop. The stores had
all closed and the parking lot was empty except for the spots next to the
near by bar. I parked the car so I could watch the incoming buses.
Shortly after seven, a bus pulled up and
passengers departed. As the bus pulled away, I saw Karla standing on the
other side. Though it was really to far to tell at the distance I thought
I saw a huge grin on her face. I got out of the car to give her a proper
greeting. Leaning against the side of my car, I watched her walk across
the parking lot. Her gait was a little unsteady walking in the high heels
that she normally doesn't wear. Above the red pumps, she wore some white
silk stockings and a knee length winter coat dyed bright purple.
When she arrived at the car, we exchanged a warm hug and a sloppy wet
kiss. Stepping back from the hug, she opened her coat flasher style.
Underneath she had on a pair of white garters belts, holding up the
stocking, and a white bodice with a small red rose between her exposed
nipples. My eyes darted back and forth between her pubic hair and her
nipples stiffed by the cool night air. She quickly closed the coat and
buttoned it up with a giggle. She stuck out her bent elbow to take my arm
and walked me over the bar on the far side of the parking lot.
When we arrived at the bar, my heart was pounding vigorously, and I'm sure
it was from more than the short walk across the parking lot. I felt the
nervous sweat dripping down from my armpits as we entered the bar. She
found us a table, small and high off the ground, in the middle of the well
lit room. I was hoping my heart could withstand the strain. I ordered a
shot of bourbon, she asked for a glass of milk. She sat with her legs
crossed provocatively at the knees. She swung her top leg up and down
along my leg under the table. The room seemed hot and I had to unbutton
my collar. Watching me unbutton myself, she wore a look of satisfaction
upon her face.
Our drinks finally arrived. I quickly paid for the drinks and gulped down
my bourbon. She played with the candle on the table and made obscene
gestures with her tongue as she drank from her glass. She mentioned that
she was getting hot under the heavy winter coat and suggested that we
leave. Fearing what she might do if I declined, I quickly agreed.
We walked back to the car hand and hand. Pausing at the passenger door,
we engaged in some necking before I opened the door for her. I walked
around to the drivers side and we were off for my house.
She decided that she would be a little cooler if she open her coat as we
drove. I fought to keep my eyes on the road as she exposed her near naked
body. As if this were not distraction enough, she began to play with
herself. We playful fought over the light switch to the cars interior,
alternately switching it on and off for a couple of miles. Nearing my
house, see spotted a 7-11 and instructed me to pull into its parking lot.
She popped out the car buttoning herself. Awkwardly freeing myself of the
seat belt, I followed her bouncy steps into the store. He headed the to
refrigerated section and found what she was looking for. I sheepishly
joined her at the counter to pay for the can of whipped cream that she
wanted. The clerk exchanged some knowing winks as he took my money.
Back in my car I was hoping we could make it to my house without any
further adventures. I was not to be so lucky. A few blocks later she
suggested that we should get something to drink. As I pulled into the
parking lot outside the liquor store, she fished a condom out of her
purse. Pulling up the parking brake to park the car, I glanced over to
see her put the condom in her mouth as she filled it full of whipped
cream. Spitting it out of her mouth as she tasted the spermicide, she
declare "Well that settles whether I'll use a condom during oral sex."
She attached the whip cream filled condom to my windshield where it hung
shortly before falling due to its weight. Hoping she would be more well
behave in public I got out of the car and headed into the liquor store.
She followed a few steps behind. As I selected some beer she headed to
the back of the store. After a brief period she joined me at the counter
as I was completing the purchase. Spotting her ear to ear grin as I
started the car, I asked where the condom was. She replied that she left
it in the store on the shot glasses. I reminded myself to never return to
that liquor store as I completed the last leg of the journey home.
Finally in my bedroom, she discarded her coat and collapsed face down on
my bed. I quickly discarded my cloths and grabbing the can of whipped
cream, joined her on the bed. She looked like she could use a back rub,
so after freeing the contraption from her chest, straddling her back I
went to work on the tense muscles of her neck. It was hard to concentrate
on the massage as my erection rested upon the small of her back. Slowly I
worked out the kinks in her neck, and was rewarded my some luscious
murmurs of approval. I worked my way down her back, and after adjusting
my position, my dick came to lie between the firm cheeks of her ass. As
my hand worked on her back, she occasionally contracted her buttocks to
work wonders on my dick. Sensing that either she was relaxed enough or
that I was tense enough, I reached for the can of whipped cream.
Spreading her legs slightly, I filled the crack of her ass with whipped
cream. Kneeling between her legs, I grasped one firm cheek with each
hand, and lowered my face. I slowly licked the top of the whipped cream
mound, occasionally allowing my tongue to glance the hairs of her butt
without touching the skin. As I dug deeper the sugary taste of the
whipped cream combined with the musky scent taste of her butthole to give
the most mind boggling taste sensation. Her moans signaled that I was not
alone in my enjoyment of situation. Slowly the cream was eating away and
I was left with her delectable little rosebud. I switched between broad
brush strokes and gentle flicks of the tongue as her asshole relaxed to
welcome the intruder. Between moans, she gasped, "I love your tongue in
my butthole." Working my tongue deeper and deeper into her ass I started
to smell the inviting wetness between her legs. As my tongue continued
on, she began grinding her cunt into the mattress. As I came up for air,
she turned herself over onto her back.
I grabbed the can of whipped cream and drew spiral racetracks up her tits.
But before I had a chance to run my tongue up the course, she grabbed my
head, interweaving her hands in my hair and force my head down between her
legs. Her thighs were soaked with the wetness leaking from her sex. I
licked gently at the intersection of her legs and crotch. The slightly
salty taste which combined her sweat and pussy juice were pure heaven.
Before I had a chance to linger too long, she jerked my head towards her
cunt to let me know where she wanted attention. I moved the tip of my
tongue along the lips of her pussy as if I were licking a wishbone. I
used the delicate underside of my tongue to pay close attention to her
sensitive clit. Despite the close quarters, I was able to work an arm
free and insert a finger into her cunt. As my finger worked in and out
of her slippery tight passage, my tongue continue its workout on her
clitoris. Growing hungry for a more satisfying taste of her, I replace my
finger with my tongue. Rolling my tongue into a tube, and using the
bridge on my nose to play with her clit, I knew I was doing something
right as her breathing started to quicken. As I picked up the pace, my
ears started to ring as her thighs clamped down on my head. In no
uncertain terms, she force my face further into her crotch, yelling faster
as here arms locked my head in for the duration. I knew she was screaming
loud, because I could hear her despite her fleshy thighs covering my ears.
Shaking, spasmming, and screaming, she took my head for a ride as she rode
my tongue to a outrageous climax. Finally, after a period of time
equalling the length of my entire life up to this point, she released my
head. Looking up I saw her body continue to twitch and spasm periodically
as she lay back in pleasure unable to control her body.
Slowly her breathing returned to normal and she was able to sit up. She
began searching the side of the bed for my box of condoms. I lay back on
the bed, happy that my hardon was finally about to receive some attention.
Fighting to control her anxious hands, she tore into the condom's plastic
wrapper, only to have it burst free and fly in to the carpet. Giving it a
try, my trembling hands fared no better, as I lost another condom onto the
floor. On her next try, she succeeded in capturing one of the slippery
beast before it escaped. I reclined to enjoy the crowning of my prick.
Her special delivery makes the application seem more like an honor than a
distraction. As she rolled the latex down my prick, I closed my eyes to
concentrate on its special tightness. She then straddled my hips in
preparation.
Holding my dick with her right hand, she lowered herself far enough to
just barely let the super sensitive head of my dick penetrate into her
muscular grip. Still holding on to my erection with her hand, she pulls
completely off and repeated the penetration, swallowing my dick a little
further each time. I felt as if I was sliding into a slick moss covered
pleasure device. She continued her repeated penetrations, using her well
controlled muscles to provide subtle counterpoint to the motion. My
rasping breath and clutching hands on her hips signaled the approach of my
climax. Knowing that I had reached the point of no return, she sped up
her pumping and rode my bucking hips for all they were worth. Unable to
control myself, my head jerked from side to side as I breathed in short
irregular gasps. My dick spurted wildly as she responded with vice like
contractions of her own. As I regained my senses I looked up to see her
smiling face bending forward to kiss me.
Removing the spunk filled condom, we cuddled for a while before getting up
to shower off the stick whipped cream residue that caked our sweat covered
bodies.
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"When She Was Seventeen . . ."
by Char Walker
copyright May, 1989
The old woman sat drowsing in a patch of morning sunshine, her black
widow's garb drawing the sun's warmth and wrapping it all around her body.
She was not really sleeping, there in the sun, but was so lost in old
dreams and memories that the present had ceased to matter. She could smell
the sweetness of spring, and in her mind she was back in a time when her
body too possessed all that sweet promise of ripeness, of fulfillment. And
in her mind she saw Tevya as the young man she first knew in the springtime
of her life... Tevya with the dark eyes of a poet...
"Sofia, I want you and your sisters to take the oxen down to the river
and scrub them thoroughly. The buyers will be here tomorrow, and I want
nothing to go wrong with the sale." Feodor Mendrayovich spoke with a gruff
voice, but the whole village, and most especially his family, knew him to
be the gentlest and kindest man in all the Ukraine. . . The sound of a
man's voice, they said, was no way to measure the goodness that was in his
heart.
"But, Poppa!" Anya protested quietly, "Momma said I was to help her
with the sewing today! She is showing me how to finish the embroidery on
my cap. And maybe when I finish it, I can start on a new vest for you."
She looked up at her father with pleading in her eyes.
"It's all right, Poppa," Sofia spoke up before her father could
respond. "Kati and I can manage just fine by ourselves, can't we?"
Kati just nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. She loved the
prospect of having her oldest sister all to herself. And to go to the
river, too! This was an even better treat. It was no surprise to Feodor
that Anya wanted to stay, while Sofia was more than willing to go. The two
were as different as the seasons. Anya was quiet and shy, steady like a
glowing hearthfire in mid-winter, while Sofia was a child of nature,
passionate as a summer storm, and warm as the sun. And little Kati? It
was too soon to tell what kind of woman his little Kati would turn out to
be. "Come on, Kati," Sofia said as she headed up the stairs, "no sense
in wearing good clothes for scrubbing the oxen. Let's see if there's
anything in the rag basket whole enough to wear."
A short time later Feodor watched his daughters, both dressed in his
old, worn out white shirts--Kati's long enough to be a dress, but Sofia's
tucked into a much patched, and faded red skirt--herd four placid oxen down
the path toward the river. Kati was riding on the shoulders of one of the
lead animals, while Sofia walked barefoot alongside, a long willow switch
hanging idle in her hand.
Although it was only the end of May, already the sun was hot and the
water in the river was warm enough for bathing, not that the oxen would
care. But the two charged with the task of washing them did care, and
feeling the pleasantly cool water soaking through their clothing just added
to their enjoyment of the day.
"Kati, do you see that wagon, up there where the river curves?" Sofia
asked as she poured water over the broad back of one of the animals.
Kati straightened up, and, shielding her eyes with a
dripping hand, peered upriver where strong winter floods had eroded away
the shoreline, leaving a high overhanging embankment. There was a wagon
parked up there, and a horse was tethered nearby--both a short distance
from the edge of the overhang. "It looks like a peddler's wagon." she
said. "But I don't see the peddler." "Look . . . there in the tall
grasses at the very edge of the embankment . . . see that dark, flat spot?
I think he's up there, watching us. Why don't we wave at him, and let him
know that we know what he's up to?" Sofia asked, a little devil of
mischief in her smile.
Kati turned to look at Sofia, her impish grin matching the one on her
sister's face. But before they could hatch their plan, they were startled
by the sounds of tearing roots, and the splashes of things hitting the
water.
Looking quickly upriver to the source of the sounds, they were amazed
to see the dark clothed body of a man, his arms windmilling and his legs
frantically trying to run, falling through the air along with remains of
the overhanging riverbank. "Help! I can't swim! Help!" The words
reached them as they watched the man plunge, feet first, into the river.
"Quick, Kati, run and get Poppa! I'm going to see if I can reach
him!" Kati darted out of the water, up the hilly path and out of sight.
Sofia launched herself into deeper water, and began swimming strongly
upstream. She could see the man's arms flailing the water about 100 yards
ahead of her. Suddenly he disappeared from sight, sucked under by the
current. Sofia was thankful that she was wearing only a shirt and skirt--
her usual petticoats would have hampered her efforts severely.
She looked around for some sign of the man. He bobbed to the surface
about 50 yards ahead.
He saw her, and started yelling and waving his arms--and promptly went
under again.
"Fool!" Sofia thought as she swam as fast as she could to where she
had seen him last. With the help of the current carrying him along, she
reached him as he rose to the surface again.
Treading water, she hurriedly checked to see if he was still
breathing--his eyes were shut--she couldn't tell. Grabbing him by the back
of his jacket collar, Sofia towed him towards the shore, the first few
yards a hard struggle as she tried to break free of the river's current.
Finally she reached the shallows and swam as far as the water would
allow. She pulled herself up into a sitting position with her swimming
arm, and with a last, exhausted effort dragged the man's limp body up
across her legs and onto her lap. For the first minute all she could
do was cradle him in against her body, and, panting, try to regain her
breath. She didn't even have the energy to see if he was still alive. And
in her exhausted state, she didn't realize that he might not be able to
breathe, so closely was she pressing his face against her breast. A
lightning flare of intense sensation swept through her body as she felt a
warm insistent pulling on her cold-hardened nipple. She stared, wide-eyed,
at the man who was sucking at her breast through the thin, transparent
cloth of the old shirt, each contraction of his bearded cheek sending waves
of cold fire through her--cold that changed to heat when it reached her
core, igniting in her such a sweet, sexual ache as she had never felt
before. None of her experiences with the local boys had ever stirred her
as deeply, as intensely, as this.
The man became aware of her staring regard and released his hold on
her breast. A small, involuntary 'oh' of regret whispered from Sofia when
he did this. He turned his head to look full in her face--just inches
away from his own. His dark eyes gazed directly into hers as he solemnly
asked, "Are you an angel?" Before she could summon the presence of
mind to answer him, Sofia heard the running footsteps of her father and
Kati coming towards them.
"He's alive! Poppa, he's alive!" she shouted joyfully at them. At
once her father slowed his headlong run down to a walk, but Kati raced on,
not slowing until she joined them at the water's edge.
The young man struggled to his feet, and took a few shaky steps up
onto the shore. Sofia arose swiftly and, with Kati, stood close by in case
he should fall. He swayed a bit, but was steady enough to turn and extend
his hand to Sofia. "Thank you for saving my life." he said gravely,
his dark eyes once again looking deeply into hers. "Without you I would
surely have drowned." Sofia took his hand, feeling a little thrill of
excitement run through her when she touched him. But she was again at a
loss for a reply. What do you say when a man thanks you for his life?
Especially this one who had, with only the pull of his mouth on her breast,
created such an intense sexual longing in her. 'You're welcome' was much
too inadequate.
Her father's arrival broke the frozen moment. The young man tried to
stand without swaying, as he straightened his shoulders, and extended his
hand in greeting to Feodor.
"Sir. My name is Tevya, the Peddler." The two men shook hands.
Tevya continued speaking as he turned to look at Sofia, "Your beautiful
daughter has, . . ." his voice faltered as their eyes met, ". . . has just
saved my life." Sofia dropped her eyes, and was mortified to feel a blush
start to warm her cheeks. She never blushed!
All too aware of the sudden, uncomfortable silence, the young man
nervously started talking again to Feodor. "As you can see, I'm not a
terribly good peddler, my clothes are old, and I usually don't have enough
to eat. That's why I'm so thin . . . I keep on using my earnings to buy
books and forget to buy food." He rattled on, speaking faster and
faster. "But I do have a sturdy wagon to live in, and a good horse to pull
it." He gestured with a jerky movement of his arm to point out to Feodor
his small camp just up the hill.
"She's a good horse, a faithful companion on the road . . . I would be
so lonely without her to talk to . . ." Once again his voice faded, but
this time it was because he was starting to crumple into a dead faint at
Feodor's feet. "I . . . uh . . ." Feodor caught him just as he lost
consciousness. He lifted Tevya into his arms as if the man weighed no more
than Kati. "You girls go round up the oxen and take them back home. I'll
carry our young friend up to his 'sturdy wagon'!" Feodor started up the
gently sloping hillside.
"No, Poppa, wait! I'm going with you." Sofia said. "I want to make
sure he's going to be all right"
One look at her determined expression and Feodor knew it would be
useless to argue. Sofia could be very, very stubborn once she had decided
to do something. He sighed.
"All right, you can spend a little time to fix him something hot to
drink, and to make sure he doesn't take a chill. But I'm the one who will
put him to bed! And you are to return home in time for supper!" His
stern, paternal gaze fell on Sofia's meekly lowered head. He knew that the
meekness was a pretense meant to mollify him, but he also knew that he
could trust her good common sense to keep her out of any real trouble.
"Kati," Feodor called back over his shoulder, "round up the animals.
I'll be back in a few minutes and we will take them home together."
Feodor and Sofia set out up the hill with Tevya still unconscious in
Feodor's arms.
The inside of Tevya's wagon was just as Feodor had expected--walls
lined with books, the one lone chair piled with papers and more books. The
only clear space was the bed, and it was surprisingly well made--the covers
turned back to reveal clean, fresh sheets topped by two soft wool blankets.
Feodor gently lowered Tevya onto the bed, and deftly removed his boots
and garments--piling the wet clothing on the floor. And, though he searched
every possible storage place, he couldn't find anything resembling a
nightshirt, so he finally just pulled the blankets and top sheet from under
the man's body, and tucked them back over him as if Tevya were a sleepy
child he was putting to bed. "You don't look much older than my
children," Feodor mused as he looked at Tevya's face. "That brave beard
wouldn't fool a blind man! How come such an intelligent young man like you
has to make his living as a peddler? Maybe you'll tell us when you wake
up."
With that Feodor left the wagon and joined Sofia outside by the fire.
"He must have intended to come home soon," she said. "He left a
kettle of water in the bed of coals to stay hot. I found a small box of
tea in his larder, and a teapot and a cup . . . but Poppa," she looked at
her father with concern, "I didn't find any food except these bread crusts,
this little bit of cheese, and some honey in the bottom of a jar."
"You'll never know what he was planning to do before his unexpected
bath in the river." Feodor answered. "Maybe he was going to come to our
farm to trade for food. It doesn't matter now, anyway."
"No I guess not." she agreed.
"Well, I had best get Kati and go on home and reassure your Mother and
Anya that you didn't drown. Kati wasn't any too clear about exactly who it
was who had fallen into the river and was going to drown." Feodor smiled
ruefully at Sofia and headed back down the hill.
Sofia checked the teapot again, and decided the tea had steeped long
enough. She poured some into the cup, added a little honey, and carried
the hot cup carefully over to the wagon. She knocked lightly on the door
to announce her entry, but didn't wait for a reply--she didn't know if he
had even awakened yet.
The wagon was dark after the bright sunshine, and she stood a moment
after closing the door, waiting for her eyes to adjust. "Is . . . is that
you, my b-beautiful angel?" Tevya's voice came softly to her ears. "You
do-don't n-need . . . need to fuh-feel af-fraid." His voice was shaking.
"At the mo-moment I ca-can't do mo-more than l-lie here and sh-shiver."
"Oh, Tevya! Here . . . I've brought you some hot, sweet tea." Sofia
moved over to the side of the bed. "Drink this and soon you'll feel much
better." He brought one arm out from under the covers, but his hand
was shaking so badly that she hesitated to give him the cup, afraid that he
would spill the tea all over himself before he had a chance to drink any of
it.
"H-here . . . l-let me try wi-with b-both hands." Another long-
fingered hand reached out for the cup. She put it in his hands, but
quickly put her hands back over his to steady them as another fit of
shivering seized him and threatened to spill the tea all over the bed. She
took the cup from him, and he quickly put his arms back under the covers
and wrapped his arms around his shaking body. "Maybe I should hold the
cup while you sip." she decided. "But I can't very well do that without
sitting on the bed. And I don't want to get the bed wet by sitting on it
in my wet
clothes." She looked around for something to solve her little dilemma.
"Have you any other clothes besides the ones you were wearing?" "N-
no."
"Are there any more sheets."
"N-no."
"Do you have any towels?"
"I'm-m s-sorry, n-no." He seemed rather dejected that he had none of
the things she had asked for.
Sofia was getting exasperated. The tea was starting to cool, and she
still hadn't managed to get any of it's warmth into him. Well, she did
know one way to manage it . . .
"Ok, keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them!" "I w-will.
B-but what are y-you d-doing?"
"Never mind . . . you'll know soon enough." She put the cup of tea on
the floor within reach of the bed, quickly took her clothes off, and
climbed into bed, carefully tucking the covers chastely around her.
He felt her movement, but didn't question her again and waited,
patiently, eyes closed, his whole body shivering uncontrollably.
She sat up, and reached over to retrieve the tea. She made sure that
the covers were being held in place under her arms, and only then told him
he could open his eyes.
His expression on seeing her was one of shock. "B-but if you f-father
c-comes in, he'll k-kill me!"
"Just hush." Sofia ordered. "My father isn't going to come in, he's
already home by now. Here, let me raise your head up a bit, and have you
drink some of this tea." She cradled his head against her upper arm, and
held the cup for him to drink. He was so close that she could see each
separate, dark eyelash, and the little laugh lines at the edges of his
eyes. For just a moment she rested her cheek lightly against his hair. He
didn't seem to mind her touch.
"More?"
"Yes, please."
"What's your name? I can't keep calling you 'my beautiful angel'."
"No, I suppose not. My name is Sofia."
"Sofia . . . so soft, so lovely, Sofia."
"More tea?"
"Er . . . yes, please."
Even after he had finished drinking the tea, neither one moved. It
feels so right to hold him in my arms like this, Sofia thought.
Suddenly she felt his body shake with another fit of
shivering. "Are you all right," she asked with concern.
"I'm-m f-fine, I j-just c-can't s-seem to s-stay w-warm." "Stay
still, I have an idea." Sofia untucked the covers from around her, and
moved her body up against his. His skin was very, very cold against hers.
She hoped her idea would work, because she couldn't think of anything else.
"Here, turn towards me, and let me hold you close. Yes, that's the
idea." She felt him resist ever so briefly when she first started, but
after looking a brief question into her eyes, and seeing her reassuring
smile, he breathed a shivering sigh and cuddled into her warmth.
She put one arm under his head, and tucked his face up against her
neck, while holding him close to her with her other arm. She moved her
hips close to his, and held him to her with her thigh. She breathed a sigh
of her own, and relaxed back into the pillows.
She must have drifted to sleep for a moment, because when she awoke,
Tevya was no longer shivering. He was softly, slowly kissing her neck and
shoulder. His left hand no longer hugged his cold body, but was moving in
light, drifting strokes over her breasts, circling up to tease her
hardening nipples, and then sliding away again. He felt her awaken,
and leaned back to look in her eyes--his were so dark they almost looked
black. She fell into them and was instantly swept up in a passionate
response to his touch. He moved up a little in the bed until their heads
were level. His hand glided down the slope of her breast and up along
the line of her throat. Softly he traced along her jaw, and the curve of
her lips. Her mouth yearned for his kiss, and her eyes told him so.
He lowered his mouth onto hers and she opened to welcome him. His
hand returned to caress her breast and she arched her body against his,
pushing her nipple against his hand. Her thigh which had lain so
innocently atop his, now drew his lower body closer to her. She felt the
hard urgency of his penis thrust against her belly. The long first
kiss broke, and their lips explored and learned the contours of each
other's faces until they could no longer stand the separation of their
mouths. And they kissed again, as if to fuse their passion by this meeting
alone.
She shifted until she was under him, her hands dancing across his
back, her breath quickening with her pulse. Her body began to rock
underneath his. He broke the kiss abruptly, and tried to regain enough
control to speak coherently, pushing up with his arms to rise slightly up
and away from her. "Sofia! Sofia, please stop! Do you know what you
are doing? What we are doing?"
She pulled his body back against hers.
"Tevya, I know what we are doing and what we are doing is right!" She
kissed him, teasing his tongue with her own, telling him without words that
his passion was matched by hers.
She slipped her right hand down his side, and slid it
between their bodies until she was touching the warm hardness of his penis.
He groaned deep in his throat at her touch. The skin was so soft, so
smooth--softer than her own. She trailed her fingers down and up the
shaft, pausing to moisten them at the top, before sliding them down again.
Her body again started rocking up against his and she pulled her hand away
from its teasing dance, not wanting to feel anything but his body moving on
hers.
Her hands started caressing his wonderfully rounded behind, kneading
the soft roundness, and urging him to get closer, closer, to join his body
with hers. He broke the kiss again, but this time he didn't speak
words. With his hand cupping her breast from beneath, holding her up and
ready for him, his mouth sucked her nipple with greedy hunger. She moaned
. . . lost in sensation . . . His other hand started pulling and
teasing at her other breast, squeezing the hardened nipple in rhythm with
the sucking pressure of his mouth. She arched under him, trying to fit him
inside her . . . trying to assuage the aching itch that was tormenting her
inside.
"Please, please . . . I want you in me . . ."
How could he refuse such a request?
Supporting himself on one arm, he cupped her mound with his hand,
squeezing gently once . . . twice. He then parted the lips with a finger,
and stroked downward across her clitoris to the slippery opening of her
vagina. She groaned and pushed herself up against his hand. He inserted
his finger to collect a little fluid, and repeated the downward journey.
She again arched her back and thrust herself up into his hand . . . her
face was turned to the side--buried into the pillow's softness . . . her
look one of lost abandon. Once again he sucked her nipple into his mouth,
while his finger rubbed her hardened clitoris.
Sofia was drowning in sensation. Never had she been so lost to a
man's touch . . . never had she felt such a need for completion!
She looked at him, there at her breast. He sensed her gaze, and
lifted his eyes to her. All of her longing, all of her passion was written
on her face, in her eyes. His mouth released her breast, his hand stopped
its torment on her clitoris. He positioned himself over her, and she
guided him into her warm and waiting body. She gasped in wonder at the
penetration of his first thrust. She felt herself tighten around him, and
moved to match his rhythm. Her legs wrapped around his to hold him even
closer to her. Her hands pressed his lower back to thrust him even deeper
into her.
They became a unit, working in a single rhythm, moving to a common
goal. They kissed until kissing became a distraction, and then they held
each other as closely as their arms could manage. Both feeling the heat and
the friction building and building up to a flashfire. He held back
slightly, waiting for her, but he didn't have to wait long.
The building flood of feeling that was setting her afire reached a
clenching peak of intensity that sent waves of excitement throughout her
body, she arched up to meet his thrust and remained there--holding the
feeling for as long as she could. She wasn't even aware of the low moans
she was uttering. Briefly the excitement waned, only to peak again, and
once again she held rigid, tight against him. Her movements triggered his
own release and she felt his warm explosion inside her as her second orgasm
faded away to an all encompassing, tingling warmth.
They lay there enfolded in each other for long moments, the silence of
the wagon disturbed only by the sounds of their panting breath. As their
breathing slowed, once again their hands started exploring each other's
bodies, only now the caresses held the warmth of affection instead of the
excitement of passion. They kissed, gentle with the wonder of what
they had felt, and had shared, and were still sharing. Sofia pulled the
covers up over Tevya's body as it lay atop hers. Her feeling of caring for
him, of concern for his well-being were tender and precious. He breathed a
sigh of relaxed contentment.
Feodor cleaned the muck from his boots, and washed his hands at the
barnyard pump. He had been watching the path for Sofia's return for the
past hour, while he cleaned the oxen's stalls. He was a little concerned,
but not overly so. He decided it was time to go speak with his wife,
Marika, and tell her of his thoughts. Marika, with Kati's help, was
just finishing the dinner preparations when her husband entered the house.
He shooed Kati out of the kitchen and closed the door. Marika was startled
by this, and looked questioningly at him.
"Marika," he began, "Would you be terribly hurt if one of our
daughters ran away with a handsome young man who is trying hard to be a
peddler?"
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A Night To Remember
by
James Charles Lynn
It was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend
Alyssa's apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland
completely on the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and
after six hours of driving from the California border we were both beat. So
Jenny had called Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more
than happy to put us up for the night. They didn't see each other much
since we had moved up north. Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four
hour's drive until I got a little shuteye.
Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open
just enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they
went in chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on
the front step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.
"Oh, god, it's so wonderful to see you again!" Alyssa told her. "And
you, too, Tom." she added as an aside to me. When I lived here in Portland
I had visited here a lot with Jenny, and whenever neither of them were
watching I often scoped Alyssa out head to toe. At twenty seven years old
and 130 pounds she'd never win a beauty contest but that didn't mean she
wasn't damned attractive. Almost as much as Jenny. Her extra weight was
distributed perfectly both above and below the waist. She was the sort you
could cuddle all night long and never get tired of it. It always had been a
mystery to me that she didn't get any dates but her priorities were
different, I guess. I would have purely loved to get her in the sack and
often thought of it but I could never hurt Jenny that way. Didn't mean I
couldn't dream, though... They chattered on for the longest time,
oblivious to the late hour. I just sat quietly on the couch and tried to
keep my eyes open. Finally, Jenny yawned (it looked forced to me) and said
it was time to get some sleep. Fine by me. Even Alyssa's body was failing
to keep me awake anymore. Tells you how tired I was.
Alyssa gave me a blanket and pillow and I sprawled out on the couch
while they went into her bedroom. Through the closed door I could still
hear them gabbing away. I hoped Jenny enjoyed trying to sleep in the
passenger's seat tomorrow. I would not feel sorry for her one bit. As I
finally dropped off I thought I heard a lot of excited, suspicious
giggling...
It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was
Jenny, dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled
something about what the hell...?
"Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you
sleep on this uncomfortable couch." she whispered. I was too tired to be
uncomfortable but was wondering what she was talking about. "Why don't you
come sleep with us in Alyssa's bed? It's big enough."
Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to
that luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great
fun. But Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I'm
pooped.
Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I
started to crawl into bed and she said "You're not going to sleep in your
clothes, are you?" True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked
off my shoes before laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It's gonna be hard
enough sleeping next to Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to
get me back for something I did or said during the day with this torture. I
turned to where Alyssa was laying and said, "Does this bother you at all?"
"Oh, no." she replied "Jenny said you could be trusted." Jeez.
something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my
advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed
into bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side
of me. I guess things weren't that bad after all. I put an arm around
Jenny's shoulders and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight. Not that it
was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn't *that* big and both of
the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me on my
left in the nightshirt and Alyssa's warm body pressed against me on the
right and while I did't dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she
wasn't wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against
mine. It wasn't going to be a very restful night after all, especially
since I was sporting a raging hard-on.
The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn't just
cuddling, but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me
tingle. I was fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back,
this time with her tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn't so
sure. "Sweetheart," I whispered, "I don't know how to tell you this, but we
*are* in your best friend's bed. It doesn't seem fair to her."
Jenny replied in a throaty voice, "Alyssa doesn't mind." she leaned up
on her elbow for a second and addressed her. "Do you?"
"Not at all." Alyssa replied. "This bed doesn't see much action as it
is. I wouldn't mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it
doesn't bother Tom..."
"Who, me?" I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. "Oh, no,
not at all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway."
"Then it's settled." Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body
again. It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-
rehearsed and then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about. I
kissed her again, tracing delicate lines down her cheek to her ear and then
down to the base of her throat with my open mouth. I could feel her shiver
at the sensation as I undid her pajama top with practiced ease. I felt a
little self-concious. I had never made love in front of an audience before,
especially not one in the same bed. I could feel the heat of Alyssa's body
pressed against my back and it seemed to increase my excitement tenfold.
Jenny's hands ran down my sides and reached into my shorts, caressing my
cock as I undid the last button on her top. I opened it to reveal the
treasures that lay within. It was getting kind of warm so I took the
blanket off of Jenny and myself. It was dark, but still light enough to see
fairly well. Might as well give her a good show. In case you couldn't
guess, I was relly getting into this. Alyssa gathered the sheets around
herself almost selfconciously as I moved on my hands and knees to hover
over Jenny. I continued roving over Jenny's nude form with mouth and
hands as she shifted and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple
in my mouth and sucked it gently, letting it harden under my tender
ministrations. Out of one corner of my eyes I could see Alyssa watching
wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.
Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I
kicked them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her
staring at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was
getting better by the second. I moved my attentions from Jenny's breast
down lower. I slowly, lovingly made my way to the curly tuft of her pubic
hair. Without warning I plunged down between her legs and began running my
tongue along the cleft of her pussy, first on the outside and then slowly,
tantalizingly working my way inside. Jenny began to gasp and moan as her
hips started pumping. Alyssa suddenly said, "God, this is so great!" in a
high, excited voice. I was inclined to agree, but couldn't say anything
as my mouth was already busy.
Jenny must have been as excited as me, because it took her much less
time than usual to build up a full head of steam and before I knew it her
gasps grew in intensity and she suddenly stopped as every muscle in her
body locked in an intense orgasm. Slowly, slowly she relaxed and released a
long sigh of contentment. I crawled back up to lay beside her and she her
tight until the shivering subsided. After a few minutes she said, "You
always did know how to get to me. But now I've got something for you..."
"And what is that?" I asked. Then Alyssa cleared her throat and I looked
behind me.
She had finally shed the blankets, throwing them off the bed completely.
In the semi-darkness I could see her in all her naked glory. My eyes roamed
over the magnificence of her body, from her flowing hair to large,
inviting, hard-nippled breasts, to her wide hips to the dark mystery of her
crotch. This was the body I had seen and held in hundreds of idle erotic
dreams now brought to glorious reality. I turned to Jenny and said, "Are
you serious?" "Love," she said, "Since our high school days Alyssa and I
have shared almost everything, both good and bad. You're one of the good
things that we've been waiting a long time to share."
I didn't have time to say much else before Alyssa made me lay down with
a firm hand. She gave me a deep kiss that suddenly made my heart pound like
an overworked compressor and took my breath away for a moment. I reached
out and explored her body with my hands as she was exploring mine.
Suddenly I had two sets of hands caressing me as Jenny joined her. I lay
back and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation. And, to my astonishment, I saw
that they were caressing each other as well as me. I would have to ask
Jenny about the extent of her "sharing" with Alyssa at some future time but
I was enjoying myself too much worry about it now.
They worked me over on each side with their tongues as well as their
hands and bodies. I fondled Alyssa's ample breasts, feeling their swelling
roundness, their weight in my hands, as I had so often dreamed of doing
before.
Their attentions moved farther down my body to the region of my hips.
With a light, feathery touch they teased my throbbing cock. Jenny raised my
cock up and they both bent down and kissed a deep tongue kiss, with the
head of my cock in between. The feeling of two slippery tongues writhing
around the most sensitive part of my body was almost too much to bear and I
groaned involuntarily. They broke and Alyssa looked at me with a wicked
smile. Then she glanced over at Jenny who nodded briefly. Alyssa crawled
astride my hips and I knew what she was up to.
She slowly guided me into her and then sat down on my cock, forcing it
deep into the slippery warmth of her body. I reached up and held her to me
as I began to pump with slow rhythem. Jenny wasn't left out, as she kissed
Alyssa and fondled both her and me. I felt just a twinge of jealousy at
this unguessed side of Jenny's personality but the mood overpowered
everything else.
Alyssa was really getting into it. Her breath was coming out in gasps
that were getting shorter and sharper and I began to think I might outlast
her. But the pressure in my loins was building too quickly and before I
knew it I orgasmed with a grunt, injecting my load deep into the warm
depths of her body. Apparently she had been close herself, because her
gasps became cries and I pumped even more furiously, ignoring the
overpowering sensitivity of my cock. Less than a minute later, she came
with a cry that must have awakened the neighbors, and then relaxed with a
sigh and she rested her head upon my chest and I stroked her hair gently.
Jenny favored me with a last, deep kiss before we all collapsed from
exhaustion.
I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled
up next to me. I'd never been so happy or contented in my life.
We all slept well past noon the next day. At Alyssa's urging, we decided
to postpone leaving by a day at least. I was amazed to discover that she
had had her eye on me almost as long as I had one on her. We spent most of
the day talking and I discovered many things about both of them that I
didn't know. Like the fact that last night was the very first tiem they had
done anything like that. But as the day wore on we became very close
indeed. Almost like an extended family. That night wasn't a repeat
performance, but much, much better. The element of surprise was gone, but
the intimacy flowed much more naturally. I shan't bore you with details but
let me say it was by far the most incredible night of my life.
Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often.
Alyssa calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is
very jealous and possessive. Since he's twice my size I'm not about to make
him listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I
will just have to make it alone. Not that there's anything wrong with that,
mind you, but we've both had our eyes opened to something better. And we're
looking forward to the day Alyssa might join us again...
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Soyna
By Brian Edward Webb
October, 1989
The first time that Brian ever laid his eyes upon Soyna was in a french
class that they had both taken. As Brian walked into the room the first day
of classes, this beautiful vision of a dream caught his eye. She was
beautiful. She had long hard brown hair, deep dark brown eyes they were as
balck as the midnight, and this most wonderful smile and there were two
little cute dimples in each cheeck when she smiled.
As Brian, entered the room he caught her eye to. She said nothing but
looked at time wishfully so Brian went and sat in a seat next to her. They
exchanged a few words in introduction and then the class began. Brian went
home that day a very happy person for just having met Soyna and seeing the
look she gave him and knowing the look that he gave her. Brian finally got
up enough courage to ask her for a date and they had a most wonderful time.
They enjoyed being around eachother and they fell madly in love with
eachother. Relaizing that they were so very much in love, Soyna said,
"Brian there is something I have to tell you." Brian, said "What?", in
reply. She said, "I am dying of MS but I love you very much and enjoy your
compaionship." Sonya paused, her eyes got cloudy with tears in her eyes she
said, "Brian, I could die but I love you very much and you can have what
life I do have left, if you feel the same about me? Do you feel the same
about me? Could you bear to see me die? If it came to that?."
Brian really thought a minute about what if she did die would it be more
than his heart could stand because Brian really did love Soyna very much,
with all his heart. Brian said,"Yes, sweet heart I love you with all my
soul, my mind and body. If you did die I could stand it and if just if I
can make your life better for the time we would have together it would make
me very happy." With that out of the way, Soyna reached over and huged
Brian and said, "I love you sweetheart." and Brian said "I love you very
much too." Soyna, looked at Brian with a fire in her eyes and thier embrass
grew tighter. His lips touched hers and they enguaged in a most passionate
kiss. That was the end of that date and he took her home and he went home
and felt if is was floating on air.
Soyna was in and our of the hospital with her MS and Brian was always there
by her side comforting her. A week after Soyna got out of the hosipital,
Brian went over to her house to visit her that evening and just wanted to
see if she was up to going out on a date. It had been so long since thier
last date and he wanted to go out again. She smiled at him and said, "I'm
up to it if you are big boy!." Just by the smile on her face and the firey
passion in her eyes as she said that Brian knew that tonight would be
special. He didn't know what she had planed but he knew it would be
special. He asked when would be a good time to pick her up and she said
about sevenish. Brian left and went home and got ready for his date. He put
one one of his best suits which was a brown sport coat that had golden
buttons and a white shirt and his slacks matched his suit jacket. He went
over to pick Soyna up and when she opened the door and said "Hi there
handsome." Brian couldn't believe his eyes she had on this long navy blue
evening grown that had white sequins. She was more beautiful than he had
ever saw her before.
They went out to a very classy restraunt. They had thier dinner and went
out just walking around town and window shopping. It was about 10pm and
Soyna said that she was sleepy and asked if Brian would please take her
home so, he took her home when they arrived at her house he noticed no one
was home. He asked Soyna were her parents were she said they went away on a
trip and will be back in a week or two and that they just left about an
hour after we did. She said "Can't you come in and stay for a while." Brian
hesitated because he knew if he was late his parents would be worried. He
explained this to her. She said that he could use her phone can call and
tell them where is was and they wouldn't worry because they knew Soyna's
parents but didn't know they were out of town. So they went in and Brian
told his parents where is was and everything was fine.
Soyna, said to Brian, "Make your self at home, I am going to go make myself
more comfortable." Brian sat down on the sofa and turn on the TV and pulled
his suit jacket off and his tie as they were umcomfortabke and loosened the
top button of his shirt. When Soyna came back she only had a teddy on and
when Brian saw her walking into the room he noticed her well toned thighs
and he also noticed her very large breast but he tried not to stare.
She sat down beside him, and said , "Anything good on TV?" Brian replied,
"No." and tured it off giving Soyna his undivided attention. Thier eyes
locked in a stare that must have lasted five minutes but seemed like an
eternity. Her fiery passion and hungry look said to him kiss me. Brian put
his mouth on hers and kissed her this time more passionately than he ever
had before. In the passion of thier kiss her mouth hoped to receive his
touge and he kissed her passionately thier tougues dancing and caressing
the others. Brian put his one arm around her neck and but other on her back
between her shoulder blades and held her tighly pulling her closer and
closer.
Finally the kiss broke and Soyna said that she was tired and she extented
her hand out to Brian and said, "Brian, I love you very much and will you
please go to bed with me and make love to me." Brian said,"I would love to
but it's late and my parent's will be mad if I come home late." Soyna
thought and then she said, "Call your parents and tell them you are
sleeping over here tonight; they think my parents are home so they will
think nothing of it."
Brian called his parents and they didn't mind him staying the night. After
Brian put the phone receiver back on it's hook. Sonya extended her had
again and said, "Come with me my love." Brian extended his hand and she
lead him up stairs and to the end of the hall and into her bed room. They
room was quite large and she had it beautifully decorated with unicorns,
she loved unicorns. She lead him to her bed and she too off his shoes and
shocks and then she sat down beside him on the bed again and they exchanged
another they passionate kiss. As they were kissing in thier passion embrass
Soyna was unbottoning Brian's shirt and she started to explore his front
with one had while keeping one around his neck.
Finally the kiss broke and she took his shirt off and flung it over beside
the bed. She said, "My it sure is hot in here. You don't mind if I take my
teddy off now do you?" Brian said,"No, I don't mind at all." She started to
take it off and Brian said, "Wait let me do that for you" Soyna smiled to
show her approval and that she was pleased that he wanted to undress her
himself. Brian took her teddy off and flung it over in the floor beside the
bed. Brian seeing her in her nakedness for the first time that she was the
most beautiful creature than he ever did see. Her long hard brown hairs
cascaded over her shoulderes and she was very beautiful and he just looks
at her for a second in wonder and in appreciation of her body.
They emrbassed very so tightly and kissed again with thier lustful tounges
inside eachother mouths and her touge carassing his and his caressing hers.
As the were kissing she started exploring his body with one had keeping the
to ther around her. Her fondaled her brest as they kissed. Then he settled
his hand on just one of the best and started to tease her nipple she gasped
with pleasure. She explored is body lower and lower until her hand came to
his midsection and she started foundling his penis threw his pants he began
to get hard from her gentle but kind attention that she was giving his
penis. He was give her brest some attention with teasing her brest but then
putting his hand back and with his forefingure and thub stimulated her
nipples until they became firm and erect.
Their embrass broke as he moved his head down lower to suck one of her
nipples into his mouth. He supported her brest with his hand caressing it
from under neath and sucking on her brest with much power that she gasps
from sexual exicitment. He give her other brest the same attention and she
moans as he is pleasing her very much. After Brian finishes sucking her
boosm she lays Brain down on his back and undoes his belt and he archs back
so she can remove his pants from his hips and she is delighted to find that
Brian had no underwear on his hard erection is finally set free.
She strattles him any lays down on him and begins to kiss her she can feel
his erect penis getting harder and harder against her inner thigh. They
enguage in a passionate embrass and kiss wildly. They flip over and Brian
kisses her mouth, her neck working is way down he kisses each brest and her
stomach going even lower he kiss her innger tighs until he comes to her
vaginal opeing. He allows his touge to explore her clitterious and she
moans in these low moans witch excites Brian even more and he goes even
deeper and really gets down on her but she wants him to get closer so she
takes his head and dawns is as close as she can with her hands and he
really does eat her out good then. This makes her very wet and she says to
Brian, "I want you inside me now." So, Brian lays back down on his back and
she strapples him and she goes down on his stiffness guiding it in with her
hand and then she comes back up and goes down again. She moans as she
thrust down as his penis penetrates her womanhood. She and he find
eachother's rythm and work trying to work her into a orgasm. Brian tries
hard not to cum but they just go slowly and Brian don't have to waith that
long she feels a release and tightens down on his penis with her vigina
that contraction causes Brian to feel his release and she feels his warm
explosion of love juice rush into her vigina. She collapses on top of him
and they just hold eachother for a while. Then they turn over keeping Brian
inside of her and Brian lays on top of her and they start agian this time
with a little faster rythm and he just rides her up and down in a pumping
action. She reaches her second climax and not long after that Brian
releases his ejacutale into her but this time Brian is over come and
collapes on her because neither of them can cotroll thier muscles. They lay
there as long as they can just cuddinging. That was thier first encouter
and they loved eachother very much and loved eachother well.
More romantic encounter like that followed and Brian asked Soyna to marry
him about a year and an half after thier frist encouter and she accepted.
They were to be marrried June 15,1988 but Soyna died a tragic death on
October 14, 1986. Brian was heart broken that his fincee had died of MS
when she was just 17 but he knew that could happen anytime and he did tell
her that we could handle that and he did handle that quiet well. To this
day Brian loves Soyna very much and just because she died doesn't mean she
died in his heart and this story is dedicated to my beloved Soyna who died
a little over 3 years ago. I know she would have loved this story. I just
regret that she isn't alive to read it. I had great times with Soyna just
the one I chose to write about was my frist encouter with her and that's
something I'll always treasure.
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I close my eyes.
The image of you is so vivid, it seems as though I can feel body heat,
radiation. I can smell your sent, and I can see your wearing a thick terri
cloth robe. The room we're in is big, spacious, fashionably empty.
Pastel coloured pillows line one wall. On the opposite wall is a very
modern, streamline fireplace - lit and crackling. Soft shadows playing the
walls as if it were a movie screen. A bay window looks out onto the ocean.
The tide beating on the shore mix with fire sounds, causing a pulsating
effect. Hanging from the middle ofthe ceiling (surrounding a four-post
king sized feather-bed) is a mesquite cloth canopy. I can see the light
from the fire dancing throught the canopy, giving the whole room a very
ethereal quality.
I'm dressed in a floor length white silk kimona, tied loosley at the
waist. It shows very little of my white lace camisole underneath. My hair
is pulled up loosley with a silver barrett. Strands of it are still wet
from the bubble bath I recently stepped out of.
I sit you down on the floor pillows, and pour us both a glass of chilled
champagne.
Slowly I untie the belt holding your robe closed. I don't take it off,
only pull it away so I can see your body (you're wearing nothing
underneath).
I'm standing now, above you, looking directly into your eyes. Holding
my glass in one hand, I undo the tie to my gown, letting it slide over my
shoulders down my back to the floor. It falls in a white "puddle" at your
feet. This is the first time you've seen my "outfit". It is white lace
and very low cut in frount. You can only see the outline of my breasts,
and my now erect nipples. The panties are french cut, lace outlines my
hips. It is soft, satiny. I take your hand. I want you to feel it. I
lick between you fingers and kiss and nibble your fingertips. I put them
to my chest, moving them down slowly to my hips, letting you trace the V
betwwen my legs. Letting you feel the dampness on my panties, only for a
moment. I slip my undies down, giving them to you. You rub them lightly
across your now hard cock.
With my camisole still on, I straddle you, taking you penis in my hands
and trace you up and down, and around with my fingers. I then bring it
down between my legs, so you can feel my wetness.
I slide you deep inside of me. I pull my top off over my head and
exposing my breasts (which are very firm and erect) I rub them back and
forth across your chest. While chewing lightly on your ears and
shoulders, I brace myself on my knees letting my hair down. I falls to my
shoulders. You reach for it running your hands all through it, tugging and
pulling at it softly. As I am keeping pace, sliding up and down on you. I
am filled with you.
We go on like this until we are both ready to come. It feels as though
you are getting bigger swelling, as I'm getting tighter around you,
contraction. I know it is time. Reluctantly and slowly, I pull away
from you. I lead you to the bed. We relax and play and snuggle close,
letting the urgency subside. You then produce some sort of body oil and
start massagin my breasts, making them glisten, making them warm and
slippery. You pour some oil into my hands and I reach for you. I start
at your balls and work my way up rolling you between my palms, making you
hard again.
With more oil you rub the insides of my thighs out towards my hips and
up onto my stomach. You then work you way down between my legs again.
With your lubricated fingertips you run them up and down my lips making
them moist. You then slip your finger inside felling the smoothness and
warmth of me.
With you other hand you find my clitoris, working it gently, increasing
pressure. You make me so warm, warm and wet. I reach climax with your
finger still in me. Ohhh God. Oh Tim, what you do to me!
I am still comming as you spread my legs and enter me again. You hold my
legs up, allowing deep penetration. My arms are up underneath yours,
holding on to you sides. I run my nails softly from you bottom up you
back.
The oil and our perspiration mixing make our bodies glide together.
Each time our bodies meet, each roar of the tide, each breath, becomes
louder and louder until it fills the room with sounds of our lovemaking.
We never seem to miss a beat as we increase our pace, building each
other up until your are ready to explode inside me. Our bodies come
together in one fired urgent thrust.
I come again and this time feeling you come wth me, filling me with you,
doubles my sensitivity and pleasure.
We stay where we are, you still enveloped in my warmth.
Our breathing decreases slowly, and once again the sounds of the tide,
and the snapping fire takes over, lending itself to our "afterglow".
We caress, kiss and whisper lingeringly. Slowly giving in to deep,
contented sleep.
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At 6:58 I asked, "so would you like me to do those things to your balls I
was talking about earlier?"
He, being no fool, quickly answered, "That sounds like a good idea..." I
was wearing a yellow sweater and black cotton pants, which found their way
to the floor in short order, followed by my bra. John, who always takes
far longer to remove his clothes than I do (he wears shoes and socks, while
I only wear shoes that slip on and off. He also tends to wear shirts that
button, which take much longer to take off), was only half-undressed when I
finished, so I went over to the bed and nibbled on him. Without further
urging he took off his pants, and I threw him backward onto the bed without
warning. He let out a surprised grunt, which was immediately replaced by a
satisfied moan as I took one of his balls into my mouth. A moment later I
felt his fingers lightly touch my nipples, making my clit tingle. I
shivered as the touch was repeated, this time more firmly, and switched my
attentions to his other ball. I buried my face in his crotch, savoring the
feeling of his loose skin moving over the hard ridge of his cock. As he
continued to fondle my breasts, I licked my way up from his asshole to the
tip of his cock as firmly as possible, and then slid his hard dick into my
mouth. After a few strokes, I went back to his balls, licked my way down
to his asshole, and said, "Could you turn over for a minute?"
He happily complied, and I ran my hands down his sides and to his ass,
fondling it briefly before delving into the business at hand. I started
slowly, licking his crack thoroughly as he arched his back to meet me. My
strokes grew harder and faster, and he moaned each time my tongue slid over
his asshole. Finally I slid my tongue inside for a moment and then told
him to turn back over.
I began anew on his cock as he resumed pinching and fondling my nipples.
Our actions bespoke our growing urgency, as we both worked furiously at our
respective tasks. My cunt seemed to be crying out to be fucked, but I
wasn't quite ready yet. At several points he wrapped my breasts around his
dick and we kissed passionately, until finally it became too much to bear.
I moved up and lowered my wet cunt forcefully onto his cock. As he sucked
on my aching nipples I was rendered almost powerless to move by sheer
sensation, but I recovered eventually and began fucking him with abandon.
I became more and more frantic, until finally he came inside of me,
providing the final shove over the edge as I collapsed on top of him,
quivering with pleasure as the waves of orgasm coursed through me. I
rolled off of him and lay beside him, powerful surges still moving through
me. We cuddled together, the comfortable happiness of being together quite
tangible.
I glanced over at the clock. It was 7:15.
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A Day on the River
It was a sparkling, sunny, but breezy, day in early Autumn when Kate came
to visit me. I decided it would be a pleasant day to take a punt(*) out on
the river for a few hours, and in the late morning we begin our trip up
river into the countryside.
Because Kate had never tried before I start punting until the early
afternoon. When I become tired we decide to stop beneath the shade of a
weeping willow for our picnic lunch. We sit next to each other and as I run
my fingers trough her long dark red hair I cannot help but notice how her
tresses fall and sway in the wind just like the willow above us.
After lunch, and despite wearing a beautiful plain white, cotton, summer
dress, that was totally unsuitable, Kate insists on learning to punt. It is
really my fault because I forget to tell her the first law of punting: _If
the pole gets stuck, let go of it. You can always paddle back and get the
pole._ Well, the pole does get jammed on the bottom of the river somehow
and Kate doesn't let go. With a shriek, she loses her balance and topples
backwards off the boat into the river.
It is all I can do not to crack up laughing as I use my hands to paddle
back to Kate, who is standing on the bottom next to where the pole is
planted. I help her get back into the boat. She curls up into a ball at one
end of the boat shivering once the wind begins to chill her wet clothes.
Kate is obviously very cold and I can see her erect nipples protruding
through the thin dress.
I pull the boat in to the river bank on the opposite side to the path and
tie up to a tree. As Kate jumps ashore I cannot help noticing how
wonderfully her dress now clings, accentuating the narrowness of her waist,
the flare of her hips and the cleft between her buttocks. We move behind
the line of trees that hide the river into the borders of a freshly cut
field of hay. Kate asks me for my shirt so that she can take off her
clothes and hang them up to dry. I give her my shirt and then sit down
beside a nearby tree facing away from Kate so that she can have some
privacy. About a minute later as I am soaking up the warmth of the sun Kate
comes and sits down between my legs, with her back to me saying that she is
very cold and wants me to warm her up. As she sits I am treated to the
fabulous sight of a bare rump. I mumble something about her being the one
that is warming me up, since I'm very definitely turned on. She just pushes
herself against me and I enjoy the smoothness of her back pressed against
my chest as the bark of the tree digs into my own back.
After some time sitting still I cannot resist any longer and I begin to
alternately nuzzle the back of her neck and nibble on her earlobes. Before
long Kate is purring like a kitten so I tentatively slip a hand inside the
shirt and begin to deftly circle one of her nipples back to erection. Kate
turns sideways in my lap and we kiss becoming increasingly more passionate
as our tongues intertwine and then dart from one mouth to the other. I undo
the top few buttons of the shirt and massage her other nipple while moving
my head down to lick along the line of her opposing collar bone. This
elicits a very contented series of moans from Kate who has now completely
forgotten her tumble into the river.
Kate removes the shirt to spread it on the ground and lays back. I drink in
the sight of her firm body before returning to the task I had started, and
I begin to licking at her neck and work my way down to her breasts and
engorged nipples. I linger for a while at these gorgeous mounds of flesh
alternately kneading one and tonguing the other and then resume my downward
path across the silky smooth skin of her stomach, producing a squeal of
ticklish delight as I probe her navel.
I ignore temptation and move to gently tickle the backs of her knees and to
lick the inside of her thighs. All the while Kate has been running her
fingers through my hair but now that I have skipped what she was expecting
she gently grasps a handful of hair and insistently pulls my head back
towards her russet thatch. There are small dew droplets of river water
still on her hair but I can smell and feel that she is adding to that
dampness herself.
I start at her lips and work in towards her clit gradually increasing the
pace of my flicking tongue and savouring her delicious taste. As I probe
inside her with my tongue she wraps her legs around my head. So I return to
her clit until she soars over the brink and when the last of her spasms of
orgasm have finished she relaxes to release me from her delightful prison.
Kate removes my shoes then asks me to stand up and practically rips of my
jeans, freeing my erection. She then leads me towards the river and leans
over a low tree bough to let me enter her from behind. I give her a playful
slap across the left cheek so that she yelps with a start. She turns her
head towards me with a questioning look on her face but as I start to
massage the red hand-print I have created the look just turns to a
lecherous grin.
I soon can wait no longer and she gasps as I ease myself into her now very
well lubricated hole. I begin long even strokes that she matches by pushing
back against the branch she is leaning over. I help by holding her waist
and pulling her towards me. Her breasts are swaying with the motion which
rapidly becomes more urgent until she has another orgasm and the quivering
of her tunnel quickly induces my own orgasm.
After we have finished Kate retrieves her now dry clothing from the tree
where she had hung them and puts her dress back on without the underwear.
She presses herself close to me for another kiss and I can feel the warmth
spreading from her sun dried clothes and flushed body beneath.
The punt back to the boat-house is easy. Despite my exertions I feel fresh
and energetic and the boat glides gently with each push. But something
about the way Kate is watching me from the bow of the boat tells me that
once we get home that energy will not last too long!
*punt: Is a small flat bottomed boat that is moved by pushing against the
river bottom with a long pole. Punting on the local rivers is a very
popular student activity at both Oxford and Cambridge, during the good
weather of late Spring to early Autumn.
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A CHRISTMAS CAROLA
My head was full of mixed emotions. The day had been most boring, and I
really didn't like being in town. The reason I was there was that I was
visiting my parents. After all, it was Christmas. Well, actually it had
been Christmas, and now it was the 26th... Boxing Day...
Visiting 'home' in the north is nice, actually, but a full week of sleazy
cousins... and the whole family... it sure gets to one's nerves! I decided
to get out and take a walk. Yes, a walk! That was a good idea... It was
already past midnight, and there were lots of people downtown, returning
home from the restaurants in couples, kissing and hugging.. Drunk. I'd like
to be drunk. But, who would I go to the restaurant with? There's nobody
left.. each and everyone seems to be somewhere else, having a Real
Christmas.
It was a cold night, so I took my time dressing up properly. Almost minus
30 degrees outside... why am I really going to do this? The down coat, a
wool hat, a final peek from the kitchen window, and could see her face now.
She was staring straight to my eyes. She had a beautiful face, as far as I
could tell. He had a hood of her coat up, so that very little could be seen
of her. She was wearing a long, thick, warm-looking overcoat, extending
down to her ankles, where a pair of 'nutukkaat' (soft winter boots made of
reindeer skin) could be seen. Slowly, I started to walk again. Slowly.
Carefully. I couldn't get my eyes off her any more. She walked on, too. The
snow was making a kind of crispy sound under my feet. I could hear her
steps, already, too.
Thirty feet. We stopped again, almost simultaneously. Now I could see her
more clearly. Some red hair could be seen under the hood of her coat. She
was smiling! Her smile was somehow captivating. Definitely not innocent,
somewhat teasing, even. Her cheek were nicely red from the cold, and her
eyes seemed dark, deep and unrevealing from that distance.
Another few steps we took. Ten feet. Now I could see her face very clearly.
I could almost smell her, and feel the warmth radiating from her face.
Another few steps. She came closer. Still that odd smile on her face. Now I
would have been able to touch her, if we both had extended our arms.
Nothing happened, though. We just stood there. I remember thinking we must
have looked quite ridiculous, closing in leap after leap. But I couldn't
break away from the deep, blue, but very warm look of her eyes. The smile
was somehow suggestive, I thought, when she opened her mouth as to say
something. I hurried to open the conversation:
"Having a nice walk too, aren't you?"
What a stupid line.. Now she probably will laugh.. and think that I am just
another moron. To my great surprise, she didn't even laugh, but answered in
a deep and somewhat naughty voice:
"Yes. And I can see you're alone as well."
She took another step towards me. Now she was really close. So close that I
was feeling a little uncomfortable with the distance. I could already smell
her. The scent was not noticeably a perfume, although it must have been
one. Rather, in a strange way, she smelled.. yes.. she definitely smelled
like a woman!
"Do you have any particular plans for tonight?",
she asked, and took another step, so that she actually was in my arms, by
any reasonable measurement. I almost stepped back. I was surprised, but
managed to hold my position. I remember wondering what I should do with my
arms. She was almost cuddling her body against mine, her hands at my chest.
"I don't either... but I know something we could do...".
What kind of a woman is she anyway, I thought, but couldn't resist her
female presence. Almost automatically my hands found their way around her
waist, and I pulled her tentatively against me. She didn't resist at all,
quite on the contrary. She was tall girl, maybe 25 years of age, her eyes
at my chin level. She grabbed my waist with her hands, and held me too.
"And I bet you don't have any better suggestions, either...".
She looked into my eyes again, holding herself back, hands around my waist.
Those deep blue eyes, and her red hair, wildly trying to get out of under
her hat, somehow developed a strange contrast. She took off her gloves, and
put them into a pocket of her coat, and touched my cheek with her warm,
soft and little hand. It slowly moved down to my neck, and took a firm
grasp, pulling myself closer to her face. Her lips were moist and naturally
red, with no lipstick on. Her makeup was also very light. She didn't need
more.
Our lips touched each other lightly. At first carefully, then more and more
demanding, she bit my lips with her teeth, her tongue playing with mine.
She tasted of cinnamon. The contrast between the warm, almost hot kiss and
the cold night made an unearthly contrast. I knew nothing of what would
follow...
The grab at my neck became more demanding, and she grasped me against her
almost violently. It was only now that I could notice that her body was
lean, she was almost skinny.. With her other hand, she opened her coat in
the front, and took my gloves off, throwing them on the ice. After that,
she led my hands inside her coat. Much to my surprise, I could feel bare
skin! Well, almost bare. She was wearing those kinky kind of panties you
can find in magazines! I could feel the thin clothes, but I couldn't see
their colour, of course. She opened the zipper of my jacket, also, and,
still kissing passionately, put her hands around me and held herself firmly
against me.
I couldn't hold back any more, and I explored her bare skin under her coat,
which was now completely open in the front. With our lips still pressed
together, I brought my hand up to touch her breasts. She was breathing
heavily, while I gently caressed her hardened nipples, grabbing the whole
breast firmly in my palm at times, and other times just barely touching the
side of her chest. After a while I let my hand travel down her stomach,
carefully avoiding touching anywhere near her waist.
I could feel her growing more and more impatient. She tried to lead my hand
with hers, but I firmly refused. Instead, I grabbed her even tighter with
my left hand, kissing the side of her neck, while putting my right palm on
her inner thigh. I let it only lie there for awhile, after which I s-l-o-w-
l-y started moving it upwards. I played with her garter for a while, and
then reached up to the soft and silky panties. At first, I let my hand
travel up in the front, just barely touching the cloth. After that, back
down, brushing the front with the back of my fingers. Very lightly. Then I
took a firm grasp on her waist, and pulled her against me for a while.
Even through my heavy clothing, I let her feel me close to her for a while,
after which I pulled my hand up the front of her thigh again. Now I just
put my moved whole palm on her panties, in front. I could feel first the
cloth, and under that the hair, and the warm pussy under my palm. I just
held my hand there, and she rubbed herself against it carefully. With my
fingertips, I could reach even further down on her, and I applied a little
pressure against her. There was a wet spot at the front of her panties.
Now she got her hand up to my shoulders, and she pushed me firmly down on
the ice, covered with snow. She pushed me to the side of the path, where
the snow was a little bit softer. What if somebody sees us? We were out
there, in the open, a couple of hundred yards from the riverbank. I was
lying on my back, and the snow was feeling cold even through my jacket. She
sat on my stomach, and quickly grabbed my pullover from the waist up, and
unbuttoned my shirt under it. After that, she straightened herself and let
her coat all the way open in the front.
I was astonished. She had almost NO clothes at all under it. Just a red,
VERY small and revealing bra, and a matching pair of stockings and garters,
plus silky panties, which didn't actually hide that much. Her body was
thin, and her breasts quite small, nipples erect with a slight red tone.
She pulled herself down again, gave me a long and passionate kiss, after
which she moved down, kissing my revealed stomach. She moved still further
down, unzipping my pants. With a little help from my side, she pulled my
pants (plus the double long underwear) down to my knees.
What a feeling! I could really feel the cold...! And my jacket was only
half-length, meaning that my ass was right against the snow! Not to mention
the effect of the cold winter air on my penis, which naturally was looking
towards the black sky with a million stars... She didn't give me much time
to complain about this uncomfortable state, but rather grabbed the shaft of
my cock with her hands and took it in her mouth. At least it was warm
again! Her tongue was playing some unimaginable tricks on me, and her hands
were gently caressing my balls.
After a while she pulled herself up and sat down on me. Slowly she let
herself down, her pussy swallowing my penis all the way down. She started
to pump herself up and down, faster and faster.. when she was all the way
up, I was practically out of her, the cold winter air creating a shocking
effect on me. When she lowered herself, I tried to push back, in order to
get my ass up from the biting cold snow. There were we, on the open ice,
above us the beautiful sky, and the spectacular aurora, which I could see
directly above us now when I was up inside her.
We were sweating, though it was cold, and we were breathing the dry and
cold air into our lungs.. it burned. Our breaths became visible once
exhaled, mixing with each other, just as we were tangled together. I played
with her firm, erect breasts, while she was still moving faster.
It must have not been longer than a few minutes when I started to feel like
I was close to coming. My ass was already numb from the cold, but the
opposite side was experiencing something wonderful! She moaned a little
while pumping up and down on me, and suddenly arched herself back, letting
out a faint cry, after which she quickly pulled herself down against my
warm body. It was then that I pushed the last few powerful strokes, letting
myself come inside her. Her pussy was convulsing around my cock, and I
finally felt completely satisfied.
We couldn't stay like that for long, since the cold started biting
everywhere pretty soon.. and I really wanted to get my ass out of the
freezing snow! She stood up, smiling, and helped me up. While I was
dressing up again, she said:
"Poor you.. your ass must have completely frozen by now..."
I mumbled something about not even noticing, while there had been something
else to think of, but she quickly continued:
"Well, come on, I guess we have to do something about it. I have a
fireplace at my house, it'll surely warm you up."
I think you must have already guessed that I returned to my (quite worried)
family no sooner than the 29th.. after which I left town to get back to the
university I attend. She joined me for some (if possible, even more
unforgettable) New Year festivities a day later.
I Haven't seen Carola for a while now, but I know she is still living in my
home town.. Maybe I should pick up the phone. After all, it's not too long
until Christmas...
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Homecoming
Dan remembered how he used to gag on the heavy cigarette smoke before
the new rules banned smoking on domestic flights. After the ban, he
remembered the months it took for the smell of stale smoke to fade from
the seat cushions.
Suddenly, the blackness outside Dan's window was broken by lights; soon
after that, the plane landed with a thump and rumbled down the runway.
Dan pulled his briefcase out from under the seat ahead of him and undid
his seatbelt, then as the plane pulled up to the jetway, he stood and
got his coat out of the overhead bin.
As usual, the passengers took a long time to get off the plane, and Dan
was annoyed that nobody else ever seemed ready to walk right off. He'd
been flying often enough that he had it down to a routine; as the door of
the plane opened, he had everything he needed in hand, his coat and
briefcase. He never checked any bags, instead, he packed a minimum of
clothing in his briefcase.
As he got off the plane, the flight crew went through their usual silly
ritual of wishing the passengers a pleasant trip. One stewardess was
worth looking at, and as Dan passed her, he managed to glance down the
neck of her blouse and note that she was braless. As he walked into the
airport through the cold jetway, he wondered idly what she might have
planned for the night.
Walking through the airport towards the exit, he felt bitter. He'd been
married for almost two decades, and his marriage had become routine more
than a decade ago. Before he married Ellen, he'd seen her as a very
sexy woman, but in the years since their wedding, she had gradually lost
interest in sex, to the point where Dan's sex life had degenerated to
making love once-a-month or less.
It was a late Friday afternoon in December, late enough to be dark out,
and late enough that the airport was reasonably crowded with a mixture of
holiday travelers and business travelers on their way home for the
weekend. The airport restaurants weren't crowded yet, and Dan briefly
considered stopping for an early supper before the airport limousine
ride that would take him home.
As Dan casually watched the women he passed, he idly wondered which of
them were among the four percent of American women who, if one survey
he'd seen was right, owned no panties. It was a game he played to keep
his mind off the tension he felt thinking about Ellen. It wasn't that he
didn't love her anymore, there was no question about love. The sad fact
was was that their relationship had turned platonic.
He was startled to hear his name called as he walked past the X-ray
machines. It was Ellen's voice, but at first Dan didn't recognize her.
Her hair was different, even the way she stood was different.
"How was the trip?" She asked.
"OK. I expected take a limo home. Thanks for coming to meet me."
As she turned and started walking with him towards the tunnel to the
short-term airport lot, he noticed that she had earrings.
"Ellen, stop. Let me look at you properly. That's a new haircut and
you've gotten your ears pierced!"
She stopped and posed. Her hair had always covered her ears, and she'd
never bothered with earrings before. Now, her grey-streaked hair was
cut short, covering the top of one ear and fully exposing the other.
Her earrings were unconventional, but in a style he'd admired the few
times he'd seen other women wear earrings that way. Instead of wearing
them in her earlobes, she wore a pair of gold beads in the back edge of
her left ear.
"I only got one ear pierced," she corrected him. "Do you like it?"
"I like the earrings," he said as they walked towards the tunnel, "and
the haircut looks good on you. I didn't even know you knew I liked that
style of earring."
She turned to smile at him. "I've seen you looking, and with you away
for a month, I thought I'd have some fun."
As he glanced at his wife, he felt himself drawn to her in a way he
hadn't felt for years. Other than the earrings and haircut, she was
still the same Ellen, wearing the same long winter coat and knee high
dress boots she'd worn when she dropped him off a month ago, but there
was something different about the way she stood.
It was cold as they walked into the short-term parking lot, and he
wished he'd taken a proper winter coat on his trip. The protection of
their car was welcome as Ellen drove away from the airport, and as she
drove out onto the freeway, the heater began to warm him.
"Want to eat out?" Ellen asked as she drove.
"What about the kids?"
"Jenny's spending the night with Karen, a slumber party. Jim's away at a
weekend retreat organized by the church. I know a restaurant you'd get
a kick out of; we could even go dancing after we eat."
"OK," Dan said, wondering if this was really the same women he'd left a
month before. He couldn't remember the last time she'd done something like
this with him.
As they drove into town, Ellen told him about various little things that
had happened to his family, and he told her about the month-long class
he'd taken. There wasn't really much to say about the course, but he
recounted what he could, telling about the classes, his classmates and
his instructors. He'd learned quite a bit that would help him at work,
but he'd been lonely.
Ellen turned off the freeway and drove along a busy city street as she
explained where they were going. "While you were away, Becky, one of
the girls I work with, took me out to dinner at this place. She said
that with my husband away, I needed a fling. I figured that you could
use a fling now that you're back."
"Who's Becky?" Dan asked. Ellen had been working at the bank for a bit
over six months, and Dan had only met most of her co-workers at a few
parties.
"I'm sure you remember her, she's in her mid twenties, brown hair, and
she usually wears four hoop earrings in each ear. Last August at the
picnic, you couldn't take your eyes off her. Anyway, she's been a fun
girl to work with."
Dan remembered who she was as Ellen turned into the restaurant parking
lot. Becky had caught his attention; she'd been beautiful, but far from
conventional. Dan continued to think about Becky as they ran from the
car to the restaurant door, but once inside, he turned his attention to
his surroundings.
Judging by the decor and the pretty hostess who met them, the place was
expensive. Dan helped Ellen with her coat and then walked with her as
the hostess led them to a table. The hostess wore a purple satin dress
that clung to every curve of her body, and Dan was sure she wore nothing
under it.
As he sat down across a small table from Ellen, Dan was amazed at how
good she looked. She wore a soft grey suitcoat over a sheer high-necked
blouse. Two strands of gold necklace sparkled through the fabric of the
blouse, and Dan couldn't help but speculate about whether she wore a bra
under it even though he knew that she always wore one.
"Is that a new suit?" Dan asked after they placed their orders.
"Yes, do you like it?"
"Very much!"
"Thanks," Ellen said. "Becky, the girl I told you about, she helped me
shop, helped me pick it out. I needed something new because I've lost
weight since I got the old suit, and I like the way Becky dresses."
"I didn't think bank employees had much choice," Dan said. "You've all
got to look prim and proper so people will feel secure leaving their
money with you."
Ellen smiled. "There's prim, and there's prudish. Becky is always prim
looking, but she has fun. I remember a hot August day when I griped to
her about how sticky I felt, and she laughed and told me that I was
wearing too much. When I asked her what she meant, she didn't answer,
but later, when nobody was looking, she got my attention and briefly
unbuttoned her jacket and flipped up the hem of her short skirt. She
had nothing on underneath!"
Dan felt himself reacting sexually to Ellen's story. It was almost as if
she was a different woman from the housewife he'd been living with for
the last decade and a half. Now, for the first time, Dan realized that
the bank job was far more than just a source of mad money.
Ellen went on while Dan thought. "There I was sweating in a bra, blouse,
jacket, pantyhose, and a long skirt; no wonder she was so comfortable."
"If you don't mind my asking," Dan said as he gazed at the triangle of
sheer fabric exposed between the lapels of Ellen's jacket, "what are you
wearing under that blouse?"
Ellen smiled demurely and unbuttoned her jacket, exposing a narrow line of
uninterrupted skin under her sheer blouse. The waitress arrived at that
moment to deliver their appitizers, and as the waitress left, Ellen lifted
her wine glass, in the process exposing a fair part of her right breast.
"To us," she said.
Dan raised his glass in reply. "To us!"
They talked quietly while they ate, but afterwards, Dan couldn't recall
the subjects they discussed. He remembered watching Ellen as she ate,
noticing the way her jacket parted to expose her breast when she reached
for her glass and the way the earrings twinkled in her left ear.
There was lively dance music playing somewhere in the building, not so
loud so as to disturb those in the dining room, but loud enough to bring
back memories of some of the dances they'd been to in college.
When the waitress came to offer them dessert, Ellen turned to Dan. "Do
you want to skip dessert now and go dancing, then eat a late dessert on
our way home."
"OK," Dan said, reaching for his credit card to pay for the meal.
Ellen beat him to it. "I've got to spend my salary on something," she
said as the waitress walked away with her card.
"Were you dressed like this the time Becky brought you here?" Dan asked,
feeling foolish as he did so.
"No," Ellen said. "But when we went dancing afterward, a guy tried to
pick me up. It brought back so many memories of my youth, I was almost
sorry I had to turn him down."
Dan wasn't sure whether Ellen was teasing him or not. He'd never felt
insecure about her love for him, so he wasn't threatened by the idea of a
man trying to pick her up. Even so, he found that her casual mention of
the event excited him.
After the waitress came back with the receipt and Ellen signed it, she
got up and offered Dan her hand. "Come on, Let's dance."
"I like your skirt," Dan said as he noticed it for the first time. Her
long coat had hidden it in the airport, and on the way in, he'd been too
distracted by the hostess to notice it. Back in the sixtys when they'd
first met, she'd worn short skirts all the time, but that was long ago. As
fashions changed over the years that followed, she'd stopped wearing
skirts, that is, until she got her job at the bank.
As he looked at her skirt, he wondered what she wore under it. She'd
always seemed to assume that men could see the sheer nylons she usually
wore, but he never could unless he looked closely or felt them. Her
description of Becky's lack of underwear made him long to ask her what
she was wearing.
She took his hand as they walked to the dance-hall. It was a disco, and
the crowd was decent for a Friday afternoon, although mostly somewhat on
the young side. The music was mostly unfamiliar, what he recognized was
familiar only because he'd heard his children listening to it. Even so, he
found that most of it was recognizably dance music, and as Ellen led him
out onto the dance floor, he found that the old dance steps he'd
learned in his college days returned quickly.
At first, Dan felt self-conscious about his wife's clothing, but as they
danced, he noticed that a fair number of other women in the room were
more revealingly dressed than she was. Her short skirt was typical of
those in the room, and her open coat only showed an occasional flash of
her nipples through her sheer blouse. There were other women there with
equally sheer blouses and no coats, and one young woman wore a sweater
with a V-neck cut so low that it frequently exposed her nipples.
Dan had fun dancing, and while he danced, he found that he was getting
excited watching his wife and the other revealingly dressed women in the
room. At one point, he found himself watching a young woman who wore a
dress that was slit up the side almost to her breast.
As he looked back at Ellen, he knew that she'd followed his gaze. She
looked directly at him as she danced, and then quickly drew her finger up
the outside of her thigh, lifting her skirt just enough to reveal her bare
bottom to him as she twirled.
The first two pieces they danced to were vigorous, and he was winded as
the second came to an end. He was on the verge of asking her to quit
when the disk jockey put on a recording of the Beatles `Long and Winding
Road'.
Ellen came into his arms and they danced chest to chest. Ellen's head
rested on Dan's shoulder as he held her; he could see that her jacket
had parted so only her sheer blouse separated them. His suit-coat was
fairly heavy; despite this, he was acutely aware of her breasts pressing
against his chest.
His hand rested on her fanny as they danced, and he could feel the soft
pleated cloth of her skirt sliding gently over her bare fanny as she
moved. As the long ending of the song began, Dan felt his penis stiffen in
his pants, and as it did, Ellen let him know she noticed; she pressed
herself against it as she gave him a small kiss.
"Dessert, then home?" she asked as the music ended.
"OK," he said, wishing he could find a place to make love with his wife
then and there.
"I'm hot," Ellen said as they sat down at a small table; "mind if I take
off my jacket?"
"Go ahead," Dan said, feeling both surprised that she would think of
exposing herself in public and glad that she did.
They ordered coffee and cheesecake, and as they ate, Dan's eyes drifted
from Ellen's thinly veiled breasts to her face, from there to her new
earrings, then back to her breasts. She took his hand in hers and
smiled as he looked, but she didn't say anything.
As he sipped at his coffee, she pulled an appropriate bill from her
purse and left it on the table, then stood and picked up her coat.
"Let's go!" she said, carrying her coat as she walked towards the exit.
Dan got up and followed her, admiring the uninterrupted expanse of her
back that was exposed through her sheer blouse. Dan got their coats and
was about to walk outside when Ellen excused herself to go to the rest-
room. After they'd relieved themselves, Ellen asked Dan to drive.
Dan had to concentrate on his driving as he worked his way through the
late evening traffic and as a result, his earlier sexual excitement
declined. His thoughts returned to Ellen as he turned from the main
roads into the quiet streets of their neighborhood.
"Ellen," he said, resting his free hand on her thigh. "I love you. I'm
glad you took me out tonight."
"I needed it too," she said, holding his hand where it rested on her
long coat.
"Want to make love when we get home?"
"Yes," she said, sounding a bit excited.
As he neared their driveway, he tapped the button on the remote for
their automatic garage door opener, then tapped the button to close the
door as the car came to a stop in the garage. Dan got out, and as he
opened the door into the house, he saw Ellen get out of the car. Her
long coat was unbuttoned, and she had nothing on under it but her knee
high dress boots.
He felt his penis harden as he followed her into the house. She tossed
her coat aside as she walked through the kitchen, and he hurried to keep
her in sight as she walked to the bedroom. By the time he got there, he
had managed to shed his coats and was working on his tie.
"Let me do that," she said, so he stood there as she undressed him. She
took off his tie and gently unbuttoned his shirt, kissing each inch of
him as she exposed it, and as he slipped the shirt off his arms, she
undid his belt and unzipped his pants.
"You know," she said, and then paused to kiss his penis as she slid his
underpants down, "you haven't needed underpants since you were five. I
never did like the look of men's underwear." She helped him step out of
his pants and then stood up to kiss him again.
"Do you remember the way we used to make love?" she asked as she slipped
her dress boots off.
He remembered. They'd both been into Yoga for a while in their college
days, but somehow, they'd let some of the fun things they'd learned fall by
the wayside. He sat cross-legged on the bed with his erect penis
resting on his ankle. She knelt on the bed facing him and let him hug
her. He kissed her breasts, taking the time to give each nipple a good
suck, then reached up to kiss her mouth as she lowered herself onto his
penis.
When his penis was comfortably engulfed, she sat back and looked at him,
smiling. "Dan, I love you."
"I love you too," he said as he fingered her erect nipples. She kissed
him as she gently ground her clitoris against him, working herself up to a
climax before she began to stimulate him. In their position, her
rocking and grinding didn't do much for Dan, but as she approached a
second climax, she began to use her pelvic floor muscles on his penis as
she fiercely kissed him.
He felt his penis swelling impossibly as they simultaneously came to a
climax, and when it was over, they hugged each other tightly while they
relaxed. Eventually, Ellen leaned back and looked at Dan. She still
held his penis in her vagina, and he enjoyed the feeling even though he
was no longer sexually excited.
She smiled. "Let's do that again sometime soon."
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The Bride
Sarah looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. She was proud of the way
she looked in her wedding dress. The glossy white satin clung to her
slim figure, emphasizing the curves of her breasts and hips. The floor-
length dress was sleeveless and backless, comfortable for the hot August
weather, but still modest. It was a modern dress, with no lace or bows,
and with straight lines and only a slightly flared skirt.
She'd made the backless satin dress herself, and although she liked the
dress, she was nervous about what to wear under it. It was too hot out
for pantyhose, although she knew that was what her mother would wear
under the circumstances, and she'd just taken off a pair of panties when
she discovered that their outlines had shown clearly under the clinging
white satin. As she debated what to put on under the dress, there was a
knock on the bedroom door.
"Can I come in?" her mother's voice asked.
"Sure," she said, wishing her mother had waited until she resolved her
problem.
"You look beautiful," her mother said, "but your hair needs brushing."
Her mother picked up a brush set to work. Sarah was nervous; her mother
was assuming she was dressed, but she knew that she wasn't. She hoped
that her mother wouldn't notice that she didn't have anything on under
her dress, and she wished her mother would leave, even briefly, so she
could slip on a pair of panties.
"You know," her mother said as she worked at a small tangle. "I didn't
like your idea for a wedding dress when you first told me about it, but
it's really nice. I guess my idea of a wedding dress was bows and lace,
but you look really good in a simple dress!"
Sarah smiled at her mother's complement. "Do you think David will like
it?"
"I'm sure he will," she said, and then launched into a motherly lecture on
marriage. Sarah listened quietly while her mother worked the last small
imperfections out of her hair. She didn't pay much attention to her
mother's words, but the tone was very relaxing, and as her mother
brushed and talked, all of Sarah's anxiety slipped from her mind.
"Oh my!" her mother said, looking at her watch. "We've got to be going.
Your hair looks good, step into your shoes and come on!"
Sarah slipped her bare feet into her white heels while her mother called to
her father and brother. "Get the car going! Hurry up everyone or we won't
get there on time!"
Only after Sarah was halfway down the stairs did she remember that she
still didn't have anything on under her dress. It was hot out, and her
dress was comfortable against the bare skin of her legs and fanny so she
decided to forget about underwear. As she walked through afternoon heat to
the car, she had second thoughts. What if she got sweaty and the dress
stuck to her bottom; wouldn't that look indecent?
Her troublesome thoughts subsided as the car air conditioner took hold,
but they intensified as she walked through the August sun to the church.
The shade inside the church was welcome, but it was still warm. In her
youth, Sarah remembered that the church had been air conditioned, but it
was too expensive to cool, and sometime before her teens, they'd stopped
air conditioning the place.
Sarah's mind started to wander as her mother helped her put on her veil
and long satin gloves. She wondered about the upcoming evening, and as
she thought, she realized that she might turn her lack of underwear into
something fun for David. Just thinking about the idea sent a tingle of
pleasure through her, but as the organ began to play, all such thoughts
were swept from her mind.
"Go!" her mother whispered at the right moment. "And don't slouch!"
The advice reminded Sarah of all the times that her mother had corrected
her posture in the past, but this time, she didn't need reminding. She
knew that if she slouched, the top of her dress would fall. It was easy
for Sarah to stand tall as she walked into the church. She was proud to be
there, she was excited to see David standing by the altar, and at the
moment, she didn't care who was looking at her.
David was beautiful in his blue three piece suit, but Sarah saw that he
was sweating uncomfortably as she approached the altar. To Sarah, the
service seemed to go quickly, with the minister's words washing over her as
she stood looking at David. She found herself saying her vows before she
expected it, and after one wonderful kiss, her mind started drifting to the
coming evening as the minister gave his homily.
The reception line was torture, an infinite series of limp handshakes by
relatives she barely knew. She wanted to look at David, to hold him, to
kiss him, but instead she had to deal with aunts and uncles she hardly
knew. She was glad to be wearing satin gloves, if only to protect her
from the long series of sweaty palms. Sarah wished that someone would
find something new to say, but everyone seemed to tell her that she was a
beautiful bride in exactly the same way.
By the time they cut the cake, Sarah realized that her earlier fear that
her dress would cling to her was coming true, but she noticed that most of
the women there were having similar problems. She also noticed that the
men seemed to be having worse problems in their suits and ties; many had
taken their coats off and loosened their ties, but not David. As the
groom, he didn't have that option, and he looked hot.
As she posed with David for one last picture, Sarah felt the wonderful
warmth of his touch and longed to be away with him. She was starting to
become acutely self-conscious about her lack of underwear; whenever she
saw someone looking at her, she found herself wondering if they knew.
Rationally, she knew her fears were childish, but she couldn't suppress
them.
When the time came to leave, Sarah was glad to run with David through a
shower of rice. His car was just ahead, decorated with "just married"
signs and garlands of crepe paper, but David surprised her by pulling at
her hand to guide her past the car and across the street.
"Where are we going?" she panted as they jogged. "I can't run very far in
this dress and these shoes!"
"Here," David said, opening the door of a battered looking small car.
"This isn't your car!"
David laughed as he got in and started the engine. "I got it for a few
hundred bucks two weeks ago so we could get away without a parade. Hope
you don't mind disappointing my brother."
Sarah laughed as she took off her veil. She knew that David's brother
was the type who would organize a horn-honking chase as they drove away
from the church through town. She'd and David had talked about it, and
they both agreed that they didn't want to lead such a parade.
She looked back when she heard other cars start, but they had a head
start and David seemed to have his escape route planned. They turned
down an alley to get out of sight of anyone on the side street they'd
been parked on, then onto another side street a block away.
As David stopped to wait for an opening in the busy traffic of the next
street, she helped him off with his suit coat. They had time for a kiss
before a break in traffic allowed them to head for the edge of town, and
while David drove, she helped him undo his tie and get his vest off.
Sarah looked over her shoulder as they drove, but their young relatives
never did find them. "where are we going?" Sarah asked as they reached
the city limits.
Dav turned to smile at her briefly. "How do you feel about a honeymoon in
a secluded farm house?"
"Is it nice?" she asked, feeling a comfortable sensation wash over her in
response to his glance. He looked comfortable with his shirt open at the
neck, and his smile made it clear that he was as happy to be alone with
her as she was.
"It's on Uncle Bob's place. He got it from his neighbor's estate; the
heirs were all far away and glad to unload the whole farm, farmhouse and
all, in one deal. The place is furnished, I've stocked the fridge, and
Aunt Jenny and I cleaned it up last week."
"All my luggage was in the other car," she said, thinking of how little
she had on. "I hope you've taken that into account in your planning."
He glanced at her again. "Your mom told me your sizes, and I picked up a
few things. Do you mind?"
"No, it sounds fun," Sarah said. She wasn't really ready to trust David to
buy her clothes, but she imagined that she might find out a bit about him
from what he bought. Sarah watched the midwestern farmland roll by
outside the window and let her dreams overtake her as they drove onward.
The car wasn't air-conditioned, but the breeze through the open windows
was enough to keep her comfortable. She reached over and held David's
hand while he drove, and as she held him, she thought about the evening
ahead.
She also thought about the homework she'd done over the past month. Her
doctor gave her interesting advice when she told him she was feeling a
bit nervous about sex. She'd come away from that meeting with a reading
list and a handfull of disposable syringe cases. The cases were plastic
and vaguely phallic in shape, and her doctor had asked a nurse to tell
her how to use them.
At first, Sarah hadn't been very comfortable with the nurse's suggestion
that she lubricate the syringe cases and, working up from the smallest,
use them to stretch her vaginal opening. The nurse had even suggested
that she try doing this while masturbating. Over the last month, Sarah
had spent many evenings in bed wearing ever-larger syringe cases in her
crotch while she read the books the doctor had suggested; there were a
few evenings where she'd even ended up mastrubating, usually after she'd
read something she found particularly exciting. Now, as she rode with
David, she felt that she was reasonably well prepared.
"Here we are!" David said after thirty or so miles of driving; the last
ten miles had been over secondary roads, and the final two miles were
unpaved. He pulled into a driveway that opened between two cornfields,
then drove up a small hill.
At the top was a classic midwestern Victorian farmhouse with a big porch
and a tower with a weather vane on top. The house was shaded by a pine
grove and surrounded by a lawn that looked like it hadn't been mowed in a
year or more, but it was beautiful. The barns and outbuildings of the
farmstead were at the base of the hill; as a result, they complemented
the view of the the surrounding cornfields instead of blocking it.
"I love it!" Sarah said as she stood by the car and took in the view.
"Let me take you inside," David said, kissing Sarah as he lifted her.
She cuddled against him with her arms around his neck as he carried her.
The feel of one strong arm under her knees and the other across her bare
back was exciting, and she could smell the pleasant aroma of his sweat as
he carried her up the steps and through the open front door.
He kissed her as he set her down, and she responded enthusiastically. A
comfortable warm feeling swept over her as they kissed, and when he let
go, she felt disappointed. "I never got to tell you how beautiful you
look in that dress," David said.
She smiled and posed briefly for him, then noticed that all the windows
were open. "Do you always leave the house open like this?"
"I opened it up last night to air out. There's no air-conditioning, but
with the pines and the windows open, it's pretty nice. Want to have an
early supper or look around the place first?"
"I need some exercise to work off that wedding cake," Sarah said. "Show me
the house! You really left it open all night without anyone home to close
the windows if it rained. What about burglars?"
He chuckled. "I admit I checked the weather report first. As to locks,
though, this house hasn't been locked since my uncle got it; I don't see
why I should lock it now. Follow me!"
He led her on a tour. The place was furnished largely as it had been
when it's previous owners died. It reminded Sarah of some of her own
elderly relatives' homes. David took her up the spiral stairs to the
tower to look at the view. The spiral stairs opened in a corner of the
octagonal room at the top, and there was a big windows on each wall. It
looked to Sarah as if there was more window than wall around the room;
with the windows open, she felt like she was outside.
They stood hand in hand looking out over the pine trees to the distant
rolling horizon. Sarah had grown up in the suburbs, and the emptyness of
the view was quite novel. As she looked out over the fields through the
haze of an August afternoon, she realized that nobody was out there to see
her; she was exposed to the world, but she had as much privacy as in her
own bedroom.
With that thought, she realized that this was the perfect time for her to
reveal how little she was wearing. She stepped back so she could see
David, and she saw that he was looking intently at her. She felt a warm
tingle of excitement run through her as she unzipped the short zipper at
the back of her dress. She shrugged her shoulders so the straps holding
the front of the dress fell free, then stood straight as the dress slid
slowly to her ankles.
David's eyes grew round as she stood there in her long white gloves and
heels. She stretched as the thin layer of sweat evaporated from her
body in the dry August breeze, then slowly walked up to David and hugged
him.
He backed away when she let go. "You wore that little to our wedding?"
She chuckled. "I'll tell you how it happened later. Right now, I feel
like consumating our marriage. Are you ready?"
He looked at her, and as he did, she felt the comfortable tingle in her
abdomen. "OK," he said, sounding nervous. "Let me show you the master
bedroom."
She left her shoes by the dress, then followed him downstairs wearing
only her long white gloves.
"Here's a surprise for you," David said as they walked into the master
bedroom. "The old man had a problem with bedsores in his later years, so
they got him a waterbed. The sheets are new, though."
He pulled back the bedspread to reveal white satin sheets. Sarah sat on
the leather seat along the edge of the bed and looked at David. He was
looking uncertainly at her, and after an awkward pause, Sarah broke the
silence. "Is something wrong?"
David blushed. "I guess I'm nervous about all this."
He looked so serious that Sarah almost felt like laughing, but she knew
that would be wrong. "Don't be silly, we've both seen each other naked
before."
"But we always had limits," he said. "I'm not sure what the limits are
now."
"Don't be shy," she whispered. "I'm all yours, and you're welcome to do
anything, touch anything, kiss anything. Come sit with me."
He sat beside her and she kissed him, then began to unbutton his shirt.
Her hands shook as she worked, and she could see his hands shake as he
undid his pants. Sarah had seen David's erect penis before, so she was
prepared for it when it was freed from his pants, but at the same time,
she felt an echo of his nervousness.
David and Sarah kissed as they sat naked on the edge of the bed. His
hands moved gently from Sarah's buttocks to her shoulders while she felt
the wonderful expanse of his back. When she touched his erect penis, it
sent a shiver of anticipation through her. It wasn't the first time she
felt it, but the tingle of her reaction was more intense than before.
Sarah rolled back onto the bed as David kissed her, and as they kissed,
she felt his penis pressing between her thighs. She was a bit scared of
it, but it also excited her. She thrust her tongue into Davids mouth as
they kissed, and he responded in kind. As she grew more excited, she no
longer wanted to kiss deeply, she wanted to kiss him everywhere. She
nibbled on his earlobe and kissed his neck, then worked her way down his
chest to kiss his nipples.
David had once said that his nipples didn't seem as sensitive as hers,
but she didn't believe him. She could feel his broad chest tremble as
she sucked on him, and when she kissed his stomach and groin, the tremor
continued.
Sarah rolled over and let David kiss her. The comfortable feeling she'd
felt in her gut expanded as he kissed his way down her neck, and it grew
into an ache of anticipation as he kissed her breasts. She gently held
his head as he kissed her, and as he kissed his way down her belly, she
found herself pushing his head towards her groin.
He kissed her briefly above her pubic hair, then on the inside of the
top of each thigh. The warm tingle in her abdomen was intense, and she
found herself spreading her thighs and thrusting herself at his face. He
kissed his way back up along her body and hugged her again, his penis
pressing tightly between her legs.
"I want you!" she moaned, frustrated that he'd stopped.
"I'm not sure what to do next," he whispered, sounding embarrassed.
"You haven't done your homework!" Sarah whispered.
"What homework?"
"Studying about sex, silly," Sarah said, kissing him. She wasn't happy to
discover that he hadn't taken the time to study the subject, but some of
the books she'd read suggested that she shouldn't expect much more. Sarah
thought briefly about what she'd read in the most helpful of the books
she'd studied, 'Our Bodies, Our Selves'.
"Roll on your back," Sarah said. "I know something we can try."
She knelt over his hips and kissed him, feeling his erect penis lightly
brushing her fanny as she kissed, then she sat up and held his penis in
her hands while she pressed it between the lips of her vagina. She was
aprehensive, but it felt good. His penis was getting wet, so she pushed it
back and suddenly it slipped in, surprising her.
She gently and slowly sat down on Davids hips, feeling the oddly painful
but pleasant sensation of his penis inside her. He was lying on the bed
with an intense look she didn't really understand, but his hands reached up
and gently touched her breasts, and ever so slowly, she relaxed and began
to experiment with rocking her hips.
Each time her pubic bone pressed against his, she felt a wave of comfort
wash through her body, and her excitement heightened as she bent forward so
David could carress her body more fully. She hugged him between her knees
as he started pumping his hips against her, and with each thrust of his
hips, she felt a wave of pleasure wash through her body. It felt even
better as she leaned forward so his pubic bone met her clitoris.
She felt the explosion of his climax within her body as she pumped her
hips up and down, and then her own climax washed over her. She lost all
sense of time, not knowing if it lasted for a moment or forever. When it
ended, she relaxed over him, reveling in the comfortable afterglow of her
climax, her body still engulfing his penis as she hugged him.
They rested that way for a long time, holding each other. Sarah could
feel Davids flacid penis slowly slipping out of her, but when she sat up
again, it slid back in. She smiled down at him as she nestled herself
comfortably over his hips and rested her hands on his smooth belly.
"Virgin no more!" she whispered happily.
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I was sitting at the railway station. I was on my way
to visit my family, as it was Christmas time. I looked
around ... I saw people with their baggage: there were
a lot of students -- or at least they looked like
students -- going home. Finally the train arrived. I
found my seat and sat down. A middle-aged lady came and
sat beside me. Soon the train left the station. The lady
was looking out the window, although there wasn't much
to see; it was dark outside. I asked her where was she
going or something like that. We chatted a little. Then
she turned her head and started to stare out the window
again.
I looked at her. She was wearing a thin white shirt
and blue skirt. She had black pants and red shoes.
I could see her bra through the shirt. Her bra was black
and lacy. I saw her breasts moving as she breathed.
Her skirt was quite short and her legs were really sexy.
She took a magazine from her suitcase and started
to read . She took her shoes off, and that view
was really heating. She read the magazine, but I
noticed that she was leering at me occasionally.
Gradually I noticed that her nipples were erect.
She was rubbing her legs together. I got a hard-on,
my dick was full of hot blood, and I nearly started
to pant. Suddenly she stood up and walked away,
perhaps she went to the ladies' room or restaurant.
Slowly I calmed down. I noticed there were two girls
sitting across the aisle. They were quite cute. They
were chatting and giggling. Both had jeans and a thick
sweater. I thought they were probably students, like
me. The lady came back. She took her shoes off again,
but this time it wasn't so fascinating. I lost my
interest in her; the two girls were more exciting.
The blonde girl was sitting nearer but the brunette
girl was more beautiful. As they were talking with
each other I noticed that the brunette quickly
looked at me. I winked at her. She blushed a little
and smiled at me.
We were arriving at the station. The lady got up,
as this was her destination. The blonde girl was
getting off the train too. After we halted, the
lights of the coach were dimmed. It was quite late,
past midnight. The brunette was sitting alone. I
asked her if we could chat. She came to sit beside
me. We talked about everything. She proved to be a
student as I had thought. At first she was little
bit shy (maybe I was too), but soon she lost her
bashfulness. We were telling jokes and her giggle
was very cute.
Then she told about the middle-aged lady. She had
noticed what I had done. I was little bit embarrasssed.
She told me that she had watched me very intently. Her
pussy had gotten wet because she had seen how ardent
I was. I tried to be calm but it wasn't so easy.
I felt my dick twitching. She looked at my big fencepost
which was nearly ripping my jeans. Suddenly we were
kissing and I took her in my arms. I was licking
her ears and my right arm was wandering under her
sweater. She was panting. I took her tit in my hand; it
was smooth and warm. I fingered her tits and nipples
for a while. Suddenly I noticed her hand was in my pants.
She squeezed my hard and sturdy one-eyed snake. I was
nearly exploding. What a long and passionate French kiss we
had. I kept pinching her wonderful tits with my right
hand and my left hand threaded through her clothes to the
juicy and hot jade garden. She brushed my schlong with her
skillful fingers. I looked around. There were other people,
but most of them were sleeping. Nobody had noticed what
we were doing. We kissed again. Her panting became louder
and louder. Suddenly we noticed that somebody was walking at
the other end of the coach. We disengaged quickly.
The man passed without noticing us. We sat alone for a while.
Then we decided to go to the only place where we could be
without anybody disturbing us. We locked the door and
noticed how crowded the bathroom was for two persons.
But that made it all the more interesting. We took
our jeans off and started again. She sat down on the
counter and spread her legs. I sat on the toilet seat
and began to lick her cooze which was this time even
hotter and wetter if possible. I took her clitoris in my
mouth and sucked it. I put two fingers inside the throbbing
love canal and moved them back and forth. The smell of
that lovely place made me crazy. I pushed my nose into
her fur burger and took a deep sniff. She was tearing at
my hair and she screamed and moaned. I kissed her
magnificent pussy again and my tongue resumed the good
tasting job. Then she pushed her pelvis against my
head and she had an orgasm. Her body was shivering.
I didn't stop my licking and soon she got another orgasm.
Then finally I stood up and looked at her. Our eyes met.
She smiled and I winked. After that she gazed at my imposing
cock. Suddenly I took a step and we were glued to each other.
We started the old in-and-out game. My dick was like a train
going into a dark and long tunnel. I fucked like a beast.
She clawed my back and chewed my ear. The whole train was
shaking. The counter was creaking. Then I got an earthshaking
orgasm. That was a fantastic feeling, a real climax.
We rested for a while. Then we put our clothes on and went
back to our seats. We were sitting hand in hand. Her head
was against my shoulder.
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IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT
The small mound on the plain was almost a shadow-dream in the early
twilight. Winds whirled against the slender frame of the girl who leaned
against the upright strength of a lone tree. Rain poured out of the
swollen sky, completely drenching the girl's hair and causing her thin
white shift to become transparent in the eerie half-light. Her nipples,
hardened by the chill, stood out against the flimsy white cloth like tiny
red buttons. She sat down, drew her thights together, and huddled in the
puddle at the base of the tree, placing her hand between her thighs to keep
them warm. She looked earnestly, wistfully into the distance, as if
awaiting a lover.
"Waiting for me, Althea?" inquired a deep voice behind her. She
whirled her head around.
"Charles?" she said in a low, incredulous voice.
"I told you I would return," he said, taking her hands in his and
pulling her to her feet. "No man of honor would willingly desert his
bride."
"Charles," she said with a half-sob.
"Darling," he said. "You're so wet. Let us go to a warm place and
dry you off."
He led her to his horse, which stood uncomfortably tied to the tree.
He helped her mount first, then he mounted. She rode behind him, grasping
him tightly with her arms while grabbing onto the horse with her legs. The
first building they encountered was an old, abandoned chapel.
"Let's go inside," said Charles suavely, as he helped Althea dismount.
"Charles, a chapel? Should we?"
"My love," he said, bending over her to brush his finger against her
earlobe, "this is the same chapel we took our wedding vows in the day I
left. It is fitting for our reunion also."
He led her inside and laid his cloak down on a bench, lay down on it,
and pulled her down to lie next to him. He put his lips gently against her
forehead at first, then her earlobe. He then started to kiss her neck,
moving his lips ever so slightly. Althea felt for the first time since her
wedding the old familiar heavy warm wetness of desire between her legs, and
moved her body closer to his.
"Sweet," he murmurred, looking up into her eyes. She smiled at him,
opened the buttons of her shift, and gently guided his head to her breasts.
She looked at the small curls on the nape of his neck and gently stroked
them as he nursed at her breasts. It caused a tender maternal feeling
within her. She shivered as her excitement also increased. Her legs
seemed to part of their own accord. He sighed, pulled her closer, and
kissed her on the mouth. "With my body, I thee worship," he whispered, and
put his lips to hers again. Under the pressure of his mouth, she opened
hers and allowed the entrance of his tongue. They twisted and twined
against each other, their tongues exploring each others' mouths, their
hands exploring each others' bodies. Althea felt his hard stiffness
against the inside of her thigh. She helped him remove his linen shirt,
and pressed her naked chest against his. She wrapped her arms around his
shoulders and clasped him around the waist with her long white legs. She
held him tight, never to let him go.
Somewhere in the darkness, a star twinkled, its faint light piercing a
tiny gap in the clouds.
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A December Fantasy
Mark A. Foster
Imagine....
It's early December; you're at my house. We've just finished a quiet
lunch; you're on your way back to work. You put away your lunch things,
stop in the bathroom and give your hair a quick brush. We walk down the
hall; you stop at the head of the stairs to look out the window. I come up
behind you and put my arms around your waist, hug you close to me. You
gaze at the blanket of snow on the ground and murmur, "It's lovely. We
never did...." Your moist breath frosts the window pane. Your voice
trails off.
"I know, we never did. Never enough time. In a hurry?"
"Make me late?"
I slide my hands up from your waist and caress your breasts lightly
through your sweater. You arch your back, pressing your rapidly erecting
nipples against my palms. I feel the sweater catching on the lace of your
bra. Your purse and lunch bag hit the floor with a dull thud; you cup your
hands over mine and press them hard against your breasts. I bend down
slightly, to nuzzle your neck. The faint perfume of your hair tickles my
nose; the scent of soft, clean skin excites me. I feel myself starting to
harden. You press back against my hips, wriggling to center my hardening
cock in the crack of your ass. You drop your hands, reach behind and grab
my hips, pull me hard against you. You whisper, "I can feel your heat."
My hands speak my answer, massaging your breasts through your sweater.
I cup and release, dragging the knit fabric across the lace that covers
your nipples, catching the erecting buds between finger and thumb. I pinch
them lightly, drawing them out, teasing them to full erection. I move
forward with my lips, nibbling along your neck, rising up to your chin.
Your breath is soft and sweet, and as warm as a spring afternoon. Our lips
meet, catch, and join together. Your honey sweet tongue slips into my
mouth, teasing at my teeth, fencing with my tongue. My consciousness starts
to slide away as my being centers on the sensations of your body.
I slide my hands down your breasts and torso, fingers counting ribs,
until my fingertips stutter across the waistband of your skirt. I press
firmly against your hips as my hands descend, tracing a path down your
thighs. I draw my hands up again, the fabric of the skirt bunching and
riding up your thighs as my hands journey in toward your groin. I cup your
mons with both hands and massage it gently through the cloth. "I can feel
your heat, too." I release the skirt, hear the soft swish as the cloth
slides across your skin.
I pull your sweater free of your skirt and my hands start their slow
journey upward, sliding between sweater and skin. My fingers pause; I
caress your navel with my fingertips, luxuriating in the feel of the satin
of your skin under my hands again. I linger for only a moment, then resume
my search. Up further, and I find the fabric of your bra, drawn tight
across your chest by your arched back and jutting breasts. I draw my
fingers along the line of fabric, my hands brushing against the underside
of your breasts. You stiffen slightly at the contact. I reach up a little
more, cup your breasts through your bra. The lace, coarse next to your
skin, nips at my palms as I massage and squeeze your flesh. You relax into
the caressing; your nipples pop over the top of the demi-bra. I slide my
palms slowly up and down, drawing them across your nipples. The contrast
of soft breast, erect nipple, and coarse lace excites me further; my prick
jerks against you and you grind your hips against me in response.
My stroking is beginning to affect you; your breathing deepens and you
relax back into my arms. The fabric tightens and loosens with each breath;
I wait till you exhale, then quickly lift the cloth up above your tits,
feeling the bottom edge skip over your nipples. My hands are now cupping
soft, warm, bare flesh. I try to pull you closer to me, but can't, we are
already almost melded. I draw my hands outward, dragging the finger tips
across the sensitive underside of your breasts, and you rise up in
excitement, breaking our prolonged kiss.
I caress inward again, dragging my nails lightly across your skin,
tweak your nipples between thumb and finger, then slide my hands down
across your tummy again. When they reach the waistband of your skirt, my
hands begin a slow search along the line of cloth. They find the button
that secures your skirt, and my fingers deftly fail to pilot the button
through the treacherous buttonhole. I curse softly, and hear you giggle in
response. I silence you with another kiss, and try again to feed the
elusive button back through the errant hole. Success! I slide my hands
under the now slack material, across the elastic and soft cotton of your
briefs. Fingers extended, I home in on the warmth between your thighs.
You spread your legs slightly; I slide my fingers between them, along the
cotton, to come to rest on either side of your labia. "You're soaked," I
whisper. I begin to stroke your cunt lips through the cotton. I can smell
the aroma of your excitement; the scent is making me high. I draw one
finger across the center of your panties, the cloth presses up into your
wet slit, sliding easily across your flesh. You moan softly.
I draw my hands out of your skirt and step back. You start to protest,
stop as I kneel down and turn you to face me. I drop my hands to your
ankles and stroke my way up your legs, lifting your skirt, exposing thighs
and panties to my view. Your excitement is evidenced by the dark,
spreading stain on the crotch of your panties. I drop my glasses on the
floor, lean forward and nip your clitoris, lightly, through the cotton.
You take the hem of your skirt in hand and hold it against your belly.
Leaning back, your ass against the window sill, you spread your legs wider.
I stroke one finger across your crotch, feeling the slick moisture coat
my finger. I pull your panties aside with one hand. Your labia are
swollen and red; your clitoris peeks shyly from between them. Your cunt is
pouting and beautiful; it glistens with the moisture of love. Tongue out, I
press my face between your legs, reaching as far back as I can. Slowly,
gently, I lick forward across the surface of your lips, savoring the scent
and taste of your sweet juice. As my tongue reaches the front of your
slit, I press up and in, parting your pussy, exposing your clit. I press
the tip of my tongue up into the clitoral hood, licking slowly back and
forth across the sensitive nub. You respond with a long sigh, and slowly
rock your hips forward and back, your movement enhancing my tongue's
actions. I purse my lips and suck your clit gently into my mouth,
spreading the hood with soft pressure from my teeth. I flick my tongue
across your clit, sometimes soft and slow, sometimes faster and harder.
Then caressing it with wet, slow licks -but always changing tempo and
pressure. I stop my roving tongue and begin to suck rhythmically, as
though nursing at your breast. I feel your hand against the back of my
head, urging and encouraging. My tongue picks up the tempo of my lips,
pressing in and flicking across your clitoris, skipping up over the lip of
the hood. My free hand slides up between your legs, up the back of your
thigh, to cup and caress the firm globe of your ass. I extend my thumb
between your cunt lips, slide it slowly back and forth. You open under the
gentle pressure; my thumb slips easily into your warm pussy. I keep an
even tempo now, softly sucking lips and darting tongue counterpointed by
sliding thumb. You spread your legs still wider and press down against my
hungry mouth, as though you would encompass me, draw me whole into your
womb.
I slide my thumb out of its warm, wet haven, and cover your entire cunt
with my mouth. I suck your labia into my mouth, now nipping lightly, now
drawing them across the edge of my teeth with soft suction. I feel your ass
cheeks clench beneath my hand; I feel the wave of your impending climax
ripple through the muscles in your belly. I slide my tongue into your
waiting body, savoring the taste of you. The walls of your cunt contract,
as though to hold me there forever, a willing and loving prisoner. I
carefully bring my teeth to bear against your now too-sensitive clitoris,
letting the motion of your hips slide the nubbin across my teeth. Your
breath is coming harder and faster; another soft moan escapes your lips. I
fuck you faster with my tongue, glorying in the warmth, wetness, and taste
of your cunt. The spasms in your thighs and buttocks signal the start of
your climax, and I thrust my tongue deeply into you, pressing hard up
against you with my mouth. As the first wave of the orgasm sweeps through
you, you press my face even harder against you and your thighs clamp
viselike around my head. I feel your vaginal walls contract and ripple,
milking my tongue-prick, drawing me deeper. I am caught in the maelstrom
of your orgasm, overwhelmed by the taste, and smell, and feel of your cunt.
As the juices of your climax overflow and soak my face, I explode, my
climax triggered by the energy of yours. Drawing life and sustenance from
your pulsing, hot orgasm, I am transported.
The shudders slowly subside; the tremors end. Too soon, our swift
climaxes sweep away. Your eyes sweep past my face, fasten on the spreading
dark stain on my jeans. You smile and giggle, "I made you come in your
pants!" I smile and nod. "How could I not?"
My beard and mustache are saturated with your cum; your briefs have
absorbed all they can hold. I slip them back over your dripping cunt,
watch the wetness seep through and cling to the cotton. I caress your
thighs, slide my hands up to stroke your ass. Slipping fingers under the
waistband, I gently pull the sodden panties down, see them peel away from
you. I slide them slowly down your thighs, past your knees, to your
ankles. I lift one foot through, then the other. I lean forward and sweep
my tongue across your slit once again, as my hands begin a slow journey
upward. Forward and back, slowly, gently, seeking every drop of precious
nectar. I pause to tickle the hollow behind your knee, then slide my hands
back up to cup your ass. My tongue snakes insistently between your swollen
lips, but finds no more ambrosia. I feel your hands on my head, pushing me
away, but still I seek. I am loath to leave this Eden. You persist; I
yield. My hands drop to my side.
"All clean?" you ask. I nod.
You stand up, release the hem. Your skirt drops to cover you again.
"You missed a spot."
"Where?"
You turn away, reach down and raise the back of your skirt. Dancer's
legs -muscular calves, velvet thighs, beautifully rounded buttocks, all
exquisitely sculpted in flesh - are slowly exposed to my hungry eyes. The
slow tease, the smell of you in my beard, and the sight of the swollen
labia my tongue so recently enjoyed - these all combine to excite and
arouse me once again. I feel my cock hardening again, sliding in my cum
soaked jeans.
You lift your skirt above your ass, and spread your legs. You lean
forward, your labia opening like a flower in bloom, your cheeks spreading
to expose your anus. "Right there, in the center." I scoot forward
between your legs, and raise my face to your groin again. I slide my
tongue between your lips again, licking back across the perineum, then back
into your cunt. "Higher."
Willingly, joyously, I slide my tongue out of its haven and trace my
way back, up the crack of your ass. I stop just short of your anus and
withdraw my tongue. I reach up, cup your buttocks with my hands, and
caress and massage the firm globes. I tongue the small of your back, just
above your ass, then press your cheeks together and draw my tongue down the
tight crevice. I draw your cheeks apart with my palms, flick my tongue
across the tight ring of your asshole. I circle it, teasingly, savoring
the sharp, tangy taste. Slowly, I draw the tip of my tongue across it; you
press back in answer. I spread your cheeks more, push my mouth up to cover
your asshole. I suck at it gently, moistening it with my lips and
caressing it with my tongue. With each touch of my tongue, I feel you
tense and relax, anticipating the pressure. I center my tongue on the
puckered rosebud, press gently inward. You resist momentarily, then the
sphincter relaxes and the tip of my tongue enters. I slide back out and
run my tongue around your anus once again. Then I press against it gently,
entering more easily this time. I carefully stroke in and out - slowly,
easily, penetrating just a little further. I pull out and rim you again,
only to return and press back through your now relaxed and welcoming
asshole. Encouraged, I press a little harder, a little faster. Now I'm
fucking you with my tongue, sliding in and popping out. There's no
resistance to my entry, my tongue slides freely into your tight, wet ass.
You sigh softly and bend over further, pressing back against my face. I
quicken my pace, staying inside you now. I pause, pull my tongue just
outside you. You push back against me, and I meet the pressure with a
slow, steady thrust, against the barrier and through again. You squeeze my
tongue with your ass, pulling me in as far as I can reach. I stop and
wait, feeling your muscles relaxing again around their lingual visitor.
Your anus relaxes once more; you begin rocking your hips gently. I
catch your tempo, sliding in and out at your pace. Slow, long, firm
strokes in and out of you. I massage and knead the muscles of your ass
with my hands, bring one hand in between your thighs. I press up with my
thumb, parting your lips again, entering you deeply. I press a fingertip
against your clitoris, flicking softly across it in time with my tongue.
The sensations are overwhelming me again - your vaginal walls rippling
against my thumb, the soft/hard nub of your clit under my finger, the
rhythmic clenching of your ass and the taste of you on my tongue. As my
excitement mounts, I speed up, thrusting my tongue faster and harder, deep
in your ass. I hear your breathing speeding up; almost gasping you say,
"No - too fast, too hard." I've lost your tempo; I slow down, ease up,
wait to feel the rhythm of your hips. Ah, got it. Slower, smoother, not so
jerky, easy gentle rhythm. "Mmmm, yes. That's it." I synchronize with
your movement, still thrusting deeply, tongue and thumb alternating
thrusts, finger playing lightly over your clitoris. "Right there. Slowly.
Deeper. Ohhh, yes." I concentrate on your responses, feeling the
interplay of muscles in your cunt and ass, trying to balance and tune the
pressures and tempos. This is my heaven - the textures of your flesh, the
smell and the taste of you - I could dwell here forever, my tongue fucking
your ass and my thumb fucking your cunt, feeling your excitement swell and
crest. I'm getting lost in the sensations again, and am unprepared for
your sudden thrust down. You draw me fully inside, and I am trapped deep
in you by the grasping muscles as you climax again.
This orgasm is not as intense as the first; you recover quickly. You
pull slowly away from my face, slipping my tongue out of your ass. I lick
across your wet asshole one last time. You reach down and take the hand
that still caresses your cunt and press it hard against you before
withdrawing it slowly. You release my hand; your skirt drops to cover you
once more. "Stand up." I rise and embrace you from behind, kiss the back
of your neck. You reach behind and squeeze my still-hard cock through the
wet fabric of my jeans. You release it and whisper, "I want you." I step
back, unsnap the waist of my jeans, unzip the fly and start to slide them
down, but you say, "No. Leave them. Fuck me now."
I raise your skirt, tuck the material into the waistband. You lean
forward, legs spread, one hand on the window sill. The other hand reaches
back between your legs, waiting for my cock. I slide my jeans and shorts
down just below my ass and step forward, my prick between your legs, my
hands on your hips. You take me in hand and stroke yourself with the head
of my cock. It slips easily between your wet lips, back and forth. You
press it briefly against your clit, then center it. I press forward
slowly, relishing the feel of you surrounding me. Penetrating slowly, I
stop before I reach your cervix. Your hand finds my balls, you push back
against me and pull on them gently, till the head bumps against the mouth
of your womb. You put your hand on the window sill, bracing yourself,
pressing back.
"Stay there. Don't move yet."
I press my hips hard against your ass, slide my hands up under your
sweater to cup your breasts. I lean forward to kiss your neck and nibble
on your ear. "You feel so good, so hot and wet," I whisper. I nuzzle your
neck, sucking at the tendons at the base. The light from the sun on the
snow outside highlights your hair; you are radiantly beautiful. I pinch
your nipples between my fingers, and you whisper, "Now." I slide my cock
back out of your cunt, until I feel your labia against the head. I stop,
and slide back in. Rippling velvet walls grip and release me, encouraging
me. I bump lightly against your cervix, and withdraw again. There is no
sound except our breathing and the moist, gentle sucking of my prick inside
you. I pull completely free, feel cool air on my cock, and press back
inside. I twirl your nipples between my fingers, feeling them erect again.
I slide my cock out again, leaving just the head inside you, and I pause.
You press back, driving me in again, and I pinch your nipples. Your ass
slaps against my hips; I bite at the base of your neck, eliciting a soft
moan. I slide my hands down from your breasts to your hips, scoop your
skirt out of the way and reach down to caress your cunt. I finger your
clitoris gently, then slide two fingers back to press your labia around the
shaft of my cock as it pumps in and out. I slide them forward, catching at
your clitoris with a fingertip, then press it back firmly. I have it
trapped, and massaging it mercilessly between fingertip and prick, I strive
to push you to another crest. I pull back for yet another thrust, and
suddenly you're gone! My rigid cock bobs freely in the air as you spin,
grab my shirt front, yank it open. The flying buttons land and clatter
softly down the stairs. You hiss, "I want to see your eyes when you come."
Leaning back against the sill, you lift your skirt and spread your
legs. I step up to you, bend my knees, and guide my prick between your
cunt lips. With one smooth stroke, I bury myself as deeply inside you as I
can go. I grab the bottom of your sweater, pull it up across your breasts.
Bending forward, still fully hilted, I grab one nipple with my lips, lash
it with my tongue. I give it one hard nip and pull away as my hands seek
out your ass; I grab you and lift you to me. You wrap your arms around my
neck, your legs around my waist. Our mouths come together, and you brand
me with your tongue and lips and teeth. I feel your nipples, hard and hot,
rubbing against my chest as I raise and lower you on my cock, pumping hard,
fast, and deep. As your nipples slide across mine, I feel the tightening
in my balls, the fluttering in my gut that signals the start of my climax.
Eyes closed, I break the kiss and moan, "Oh, god, I'm going to come."
"No, not yet, not till I say. You can't come till I tell you. If you
come before I tell you, you'll have to do it over."
The distraction works; I suppress a snicker and open my eyes to look at
you. You're grinning, but I see a glassy hint of impending orgasm in your
eyes.
"Relax your arms and legs a bit," I tell you, "drop down just a
little." As you do, I let you slide away from me and then swing back.
Still driving in and out, I say, "Look down."
You follow my gaze down to our parting and rejoining hips; you can see
my cock driving almost horizontally into you, disappearing below the curls
of your pubic hair. We both stare, mesmerized, at the hard shaft pistoning
in and out. Each time my cock comes into view, it drags smoothly across
your clit; as I penetrate you again, the hood closes, like a winking eye.
Our universe contracts until it contains nothing but my cock sliding over
your clit and deep into you, the constant friction of shaft on clit, the
pressure of my hands on your ass, and the warmth of skin on skin. We
increase the pace; the slap of skin on skin echoes off the bare walls of
the stairwell. I feel your juices flowing hot around my shaft, running
down to my balls and cooling. The tension in my groin mounts. I look into
your eyes and see my lust reflected there. Your face is contorting as your
crisis looms, you're almost there now. "Come with me, Kitten. Come while
I fuck you." I punctuate my words with energetic thrusts. The walls of
your cunt ripple and contract, "Now, Kitten, now!" I feel my muscles
contract with the first wave of my climax, I block it and hold it, draw you
hard to me, crushing chest against chest in one last, deep thrust. Your
cunt grabs and crushes me, overpowers my will. The universe contracts to a
single, white-hot point of throbbing cock in convulsing cunt, then expands
infinitely outward as we explode together.
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Short lifetimes later, I come back into myself. I am still holding you
to me, buried inside you; you are still wrapped around me, engulfing and
gripping. My cheeks are wet; I'm crying from the power of our release.
Your head rests on my shoulder; I cradle you and cuddle you. I turn, step
carefully out of the jeans that hobble me, and walk slowly down the hall,
moving cautiously to keep me inside you. Into the bathroom, where I
carefully lift you from my cock and set you on your feet. I unzip your
skirt, let it drop to the floor, peel off your sweater and unfasten your
bra. As you lean against the counter, I kiss your lips gently. I wet a
face cloth with hot water, kneel down and wipe away the semen streaming
down your thighs. Slowly, carefully, I lave your swollen, tender labia. I
set aside the cloth and kiss your clitoris once, softly, then lift you up
and seat you on the counter. I rinse out the cloth again, and gently
sponge off your breasts, pressing the hot cloth against your still erect
nipples. Your breathing is softer and more regular now, you open your
eyes. You reach out, pull me to you, and our lips meet in a soft, sweet,
prolonged kiss. I pull away, and whisper, "I love you." You slide off the
counter and into my arms; for long moments we stand, embracing. You sit on
the toilet to expel the last of my semen; I bend over and steal another
kiss. You take the cloth and slowly clean me. Then you spank me once and
say, "Go get dressed, I'm late for work." I cross the hall, and go into
the bedroom.
I emerge from the bedroom, clothed once again, to find you dressed,
standing in front of the mirror, brushing your hair. You set down the
brush and step out of the bathroom. Hand in hand, we walk down the hall.
You stop at the head of the stairs, bend down and pick up your purse and
your lunch bag. I pick up your wet panties, saying, "I don't think you
want to wear these. I'll keep them for a while." You smile. I come up
behind you and put my arms around your waist, hug you close to me. You
gaze out the window at the blanket of snow on the ground and murmur, "It's
lovely...."
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