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Pillow Fight (mf)
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Subject: DULCINEA: Pillow Fight (m/f,cons,romantic)
Reply-To: [email protected] (Dulcinea95)
Date: Mon Jul 10 00:59:52 1995
Pillow Fight
by Dulcinea
The hotel her company had her staying in wasn't the
most expensive or the fanciest, but it was certainly
very nice.
He drove down with her one weekend, carrying her
bags into the room and dropping them on the floor when
he entered the room. "This is palatial!" He exclaimed,
eyeing the king size bed that dominated the room. "What
a great bed!"
"What?" She stepped into the room, stopping short
when she saw the room. "There must be a mistake. I'm
supposed to have two double beds....."
He flopped on the bed while she headed for the front
desk to find out what was going on. In less than five
minutes, she was back. "It's no mistake." She said,
sinking down on the end of the bed. "This is the room
my company reserved for me." Grinning, she tickled
his foot. "I guess we'll just have to suffer."
"I guess so." He grinned back, crooking his finger for
her to come over to him. "And what time do you have to
be at work in the morning?"
"8:00." She frowned. "Let's head out and catch a bite
to eat before it gets too late."
He groaned playfully. "I can't believe you're hungry after
that big lunch we had. Are you sure you don't want to stay
in tonight and take advantage of this wonderful bed?" He
looked at her frown, then sighed. "Let me wash up, first.
Then we can go. Okay?"
She nodded, biting her bottom lip until he walked past
her into the bathroom. Smiling, she jumped up, shedding
her outer clothes until she had just her bra and half slip
on. As long as the water was running, he would be busy,
so she listened carefully for the water to stop while she
gathered the sofa cushions and all the bed pillows,
throwing them into the space between the bed and the
wall.
Squealing as the bathroom door opened, she dove
across the bed, rolling into the space to protect her
horde of pillows. "Okay Honey," He said, walking
around the corner. He was bare chested, his dirty
shirt in his hand. "Let me change shirts, then we can
leave. Where do you want to-"
SPLAT! The first pillow silenced him, smashing into
his face, catching him by surprise. She watched it plop
to the floor, the startled look on his face so very adorable.
The second pillow was flying across the room before he
could recover, bouncing off his chest to land on the bed.
"You imp!" He cried, his dark eyes taking in her
scantily clad form, and the mischief in her face. "You're
in for it now!"
He grabbed the two pillows, one in each hand, and jumped
up on the bed. She squealed, reaching behind her to grab
the heavy couch pillow, swinging it wildly. "Oh no you
don't!" He exclaimed, dropping his pillows to grab the
one she swung. He tried to pull it out of her grip, half
dragging her across the bed before he succeeded. "So
you want to have a pillow fight, eh?" He laughed evily.
She rolled out of the way, dropping back to protect
the pillows. Past experience had taught her that was
the only chance she had against him in a pillow fight;
he would always wrest the pillows away from her, so
she had to stockpile them first. Not that she kept them
very long, but at least she could get a few good whacks
in. The two toss pillows from the couch bounced off
his chest, and he laughed even harder. "Are you done
yet?" He asked.
"Never!" She jumped up on the bed, swinging a bed
pillow. The King size bed gave them plenty of room to
battle on, and the pillows flew rapidly. She caught
him watching the way her breasts jiggled in her
bra, and the way the short slip rode up on her
thighs. Of course, she'd planned on her lack of
clothes to be a distraction. "Give up?" She
asked, pausing to gasp for air.
"I don't think so." He dropped the pillow and dove for
her ankles, hoping to knock her down. "No you don't!"
she cried, jumping off the mattress to the floor.
He lay sprawled on his stomach, laughing too hard
to move. Taking her chance, she jumped back on the
bed, straddling his hips, her hands on his shoulders.
"Pinned!" She exclaimed triumphantly. "I win."
"Augh!" He struggled, trying to unseat her, but he
couldn't get the leverage on the mattress. "Nyah, nyah
nyah!" she laughed, bopping his head with one of the
small couch pillows. "Admit it. I won."
"Never!" She laughed at his answer, leaning down
and pressing her nipples into his back, nibbling on his
earlobe. Her fingers ran through the short hair at the
base of his neck, scratching and rubbing the way he
liked. With little kisses, she traced her way from one
ear to the next, sucking that earlobe between her teeth.
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" she
asked sweetly.
He groaned, feeling himself grow hard under her
ministrations. She squirmed, rubbing herself against
him, her hard nipples still pressing into his back. "Okay!
Yes, You win." He tried to sound dejected. "Now will
you let me up?"
Laughing, she rolled off of him, expecting him to turn
his attention to love making. She was wrong. "Sucker!"
He cried, throwing a pillow into her face. "You didn't
think I'd quit so easily, did you?"
"Oh, you beast!" She rolled away, reaching for a pillow.
One hand grabbed her ankle, pulling her across the bed to
him. "Hi there." He smiled down at her, his hand running
up the inside of her thigh. His other hand popped the front
clasp of the bra, freeing her breasts. "Now just where do
you get off teasing me like that?"
"If you don't want me to tease you anymore, I won't." she
replied haughtily, then drew a deep breath as his teeth
caught one of her nipples. His fingers were working into her
panties, stroking her shaved outer lips. "Don't you dare stop."
He whispered around her nipple.
She laughed, hugging his face to her breast. His hardness
pressed urgently against her thigh, and his fingers began
exploring the moistness between her pussy lips. She gasped,
feeling his tongue trace it's way from one breast to another.
"I thought you were hungry." He said, his finger dipping
inside her. Her breathing had changed, almost becoming a
pant as his thumb rolled around her hard clit. "Shouldn't
we be leaving for dinner?"
"We could order room service. Strawberries and whipped
cream." She answered. "I could make myself a banana split,
so to speak."
They both felt his cock throb at that. "I could make myself
a nice sundae." He replied, increasing the pressure on her
clit. "Dip the strawberry deep inside of you, then suck it out..."
"Oh!" Her body responded to his stroking, her hips thrusting
up on his hand. "My my my." He smiled, feeling her body
convulse and shudder beneath him. "That was fun."
"Mmm-hmm." She opened her eyes, the love and the lust
for him clearly evident. He removed his hand, licking her
juices from his fingers. "Now what should we do?" He asked.
She pushed him on his back and unzipped his pants, his
cock leaping out at her. "Well, hello there!" She said, kissing
the pre-cum covered head. "How nice to see you again."
They laughed together as she worked his pants off, dropping
them on the floor. "I think we're going to have to make the bed
before we go to sleep." She said, looking at the mess they'd
made of the covers. Shrugging, she stepped up on the bed,
then dropped her panties and the slip. Straddling him again,
she grasped his cock, guiding it to her pussy.
The first touch was electric, drawing a gasp from both of
them when the head rubbed up against her naked lips, their
love juices mixing as she rubbed against him. Then she lowered
herself down, his cock sliding easily in her wetness.
Clutching his cock with her pussy muscles, she inched her
way down him, making him gasp when at last their bodies met,
his cock buried completely inside her. His hands rose to her
breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples, pinching them, making
her squirm delightfully on his cock.
Slowly, oh so slowly, she raised herself off him, until only the
head was left inside her, then she slid down again, relishing
in the fullness of her pussy. Up and down, up and down,
working her hips and thighs, taking her pleasure from his
hard cock. When she came, she came hard, calling his
name as her pussy spasmed around him.
"That's it, baby." He whispered, stroking her clit while she
squirmed on top of him. "Cum all over me."
Before she'd completely recovered, he rolled, so she was
under him, their body never losing contact. For the moment,
he was content to lay on her, feeling her thighs around him,
her hands on his back, and he kissed her, his tongue thrusting
in and out of her mouth with great passion.
No words were spoken. He began to pump in and out of
her, faster and faster, her hips rising to meet each stroke.
Her moans and cries encouraged him, increasing his desire.
"Don't cum yet." He whispered, knowing she was close. "Wait
for me."
She nodded, eyes closed, chewing her bottom lip to keep
from screaming. One final thrust and then he buried himself
inside of her, feeling her orgasm start as he poured his
seed deep into her womb.
They lay together, still joined, enjoying the feel of the other
in the afterglow of their lovemaking. As his cock shrank, he
slid out of her, grabbing the edge of the bedspread and pulling
it over them. "Do you realize we're only on the middle of the
bed?" he asked, looking around. "I think I love this king sized
bed."
"I love you." she said, kissing the tip of his nose. With
a grin, she reached for a pillow and pretended to swing at
him, laughing as he ducked. Instead, she slid it under head.
"Aren't you going to grab a pillow?" She asked.
With a wicked grin, he nodded, then lowered his head to
her breast, covering one nipple with his palm. "Grabbed me
a pillow." He laughed.
Soon, his breathing turned regular, and she realized he was
asleep. Yawning herself, she reached out, grabbing another
nearby pillow and pulling it close. After all, she might need it
when she woke up.... who said the pillow fight was over?
~There are worse hobbies than jousting windmills~
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