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Reunited
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this short story is my first attempt at writing erotica. actually,
it's my first attempt at writing a story of any kind. constructive
criticism is welcome
this story contains descriptions of naughty bits in action. if reading
about such things offends you, you should seriously consider not reading
this newsgroup...
- Seeker
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Reunited
by Seeker
As I come out of the gate in the airport I see you up ahead, leaning
against a wall. My eyes roam over your body. You are looking off to
the side and haven't seen me yet. My gaze moves down over the loose
fitting white blouse you are wearing. I can see the outline of the
white bra underneath. I look down along the curve of your hip, clad in
tight bluejeans. You look wonderful. You turn, see me, and smile. I
walk up to you, put my bag down and give you a big hug. You ask me if
I've had dinner, and I describe the "adventure in a box" the airline
had so graciously provided me. It's going on ten o'clock, so we decide
to go directly to a local blues club.
When we arrive, we sit down at a table in the corner, order a few
beers, and get caught up on each other's lives. The band is good, but
not good enough to take my attention off of you. They start into
"Mustang Sally" and we push our way out onto the small and very
crowded dance floor. Over the course of the next few songs, we dance
closer and closer together, until your arms are around my neck and my
hand are roaming over your back and down to trace the shape of your
ass. I take your hand and lead you back to the table.
We sit silently for a while, you leaning back with your head resting
on my chest. I'm reminded of the day we met on a train to Brussels.
How we'd booked into a pension because all of the hostels were full.
How the room had contained only one small bed. We'd spent the evening
in small pubs trying all kinds of Belgian beer, and had wound up in
the corner of one, much as we are now, listening to a few locals play
blues tunes. We'd started walking back to our pension in the rain,
stopping regularly to explore each other's bodies in alcoves along the
way. I remember being wet and lost, pressed up against the cold stone
of a building with your hand stroking my cock through my shorts and my
lips caressing the nipple you'd freed from it's confinement. We'd
somehow managed to find our pension, and the bed that had seemed too
small for two newly acquainted travellers turned out to be just the
right size.
You see the distant look in my eyes and ask me what I'm thinking
about. I tell you, and you bring your lips up into contact with mine.
I touch your cheek gently and suggest we leave. We drive to your
apartment listening to some tune I don't recognize. You concentrate on
the road ahead while I tap out the rhythm of the music on your thigh.
When we arrive, you open the door and we step inside. I catch your
hand as it reaches for the light switch and take it in mine. You stand
before me, softly illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the
window. I press you against the wall and we kiss, first gently and
then with increasing passion. My lips feel the hardness of your teeth
and then the soft wetness of your tongue as it begins to probe. Our
hands are moving freely now, mine tracing your spine from your neck to
the small of your back, yours grasping my ass and pulling me toward
you. I break off the kiss slowly, brush my lips across your cheek, and
take your earlobe into my mouth. I trace around the edge of your
earring, and bite gently. I feel the hotness of your breath on my
neck, quick and uneven. My mouth moves down and I kiss the hollow of
your neck. Your skin is warm and smooth against my lips and tongue.
I grasp your hips and trade places with you so that my back is now to
the wall. I slowly turn you so that you are facing away from me and
pull you back against me, my hardness pressing against you through our
jeans. I lean forward and speak softly into your ear.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
You nod, but I'm not satisfied with your response. "Tell me."
"Touch me," you reply, and I begin caressing your hips and stomach.
My hands move slowly up your front until they rest just below the
swell of your chest. Again, I wisper in your ear. "Do you want me to
touch your breasts?"
"Yes." Your reply comes more urgently this time.
I pause for a while and then speak. "Yes what?"
"Yes, touch my breasts," comes your reply. Slowly my hands move upward
to cup your breasts and you press your body backward against mine. My
fingers circle your nipples and I feel them becoming erect through the
fabric of your blouse and bra. You are breathing more quickly now.
Your hands reach back to grasp my hips, but I reach down and remove
them. Slowly, I pull your blouse out from where it is tucked into your
jeans. Once it's free, I bring my hands back up underneath to feel
your breasts through just your bra. Again, your hands move back to
hold me, and again I remove them. You look back at me, confused, but
relax as I place my hands on your hips and move them down and inward
ever so slightly. Your reaction comes immediately.
"Yes!"
"Yes what?"
"Touch me there!"
"Where?" I'm determined to be difficult.
You grab my hands, trying to place them where you want them to be, but
I wont let you. Your frustration excites me, and I repeat my request.
"Touch you where?"
"Touch my...my pussy."
Hearing your request excites me even more, and I am more than happy to
oblige. I trace along the outside of your legs down to your knees and
then turn inward and begin slowly moving my hands up the inside of
your thighs. I feel your body stiffen against me as my hands proceed
upward. When I reach the top of your thighs, I pause, and then begin
moving my hands down again.
"No! Don't tease me!"
I ignore your complaint, and keep moving down. Suddenly, I slide one
hand up between your legs and pull you back against me. Your back
arches and your head pushes back against my shoulder as I caress your
pussy through your jeans. Even with the barrier, your clit is getting
enough stimulation that you begin to gyrate your pelvis against my
hand. And then I stop.
"Don't..." you begin, but stop as I again move you around so that you
are against the wall and facing me. I kiss you hard as I reach up
under your blouse and move my hands over your bare back. I trace along
the back of your bra, and then undo the clasp. It is strapless, and
drops away. I take my hands out from under your blouse and cup your
breasts from the outside. The feeling is wonderful -- I can feel every
detail clearly through the thin, silky material. You moan softly as I
run a nipple between my fingers. I move my head down and replace my
fingers with my lips, biting down gently. Your moans are more
pronounced now. I silence them with a deep kiss. I kiss down your neck
until I'm stopped by the first button on your blouse. I unbutton it,
and continue. After conquering another button, I pull the material to
the side to expose a breast. I kiss it, my lips touching flesh for the
first time without obstruction. I suck in the nipple, circling it with
my tongue, and then let it go. Ignoring your protests, I return to
the buttons. Two more undone and your belly button stares me in the
eye. I kiss it gently and proceed.
When no buttons remain, I stand and observe my handiwork, my hands
resting on bare flesh just above your hips. You look beautiful with
your blouse hanging slightly open and half of each breast visible. You
smile and reach for the first button on my shirt, but I turn your
hands away. I ignore your questioning look, and begin to undo your
belt. I pull it loose and let it fall to the floor next to your bra. I
kneel down before you and kiss your bare stomach. Again I begin to
stroke your inner thighs. The crotch of your jeans is slightly moist
and my cock stiffens as I smell your scent. I undo the button and
slowly lower the zipper. Your scent is much stronger now, and as I get
the zipper all the way down, I see that your white panties are very
wet. I lower your jeans down over your hips and down your legs. You
step out of the unwanted clothing and stand before me dressed only in
your open blouse and panties.
Again you reach to begin to unbutton my shirt, but I stop you once
more, shaking my head. I nestle my head between your legs and kiss
your thigh. I look at your pussy through the window of your panties,
made translucent by your wetness. Your lips and the surrounding hair
are clearly outlined. I kiss you through the fabric, tasting your
sweetness. Your grasp my head to pull me to you, but I gently move
your hands away. I remove your panties, placing them on the growing
pile of clothing on the floor, and stand. I lower your blouse over
your shoulders, take it off, and then step a few paces back. You stand
completely naked before me. I remain fully clothed. I gaze over your
body, taking it all in, and speak.
"How does it feel stand naked in front of me? Exposed? Vulnerable?"
My question seems to make you suddenly uncomfortable. You nod, and
being to move your hands as if to cover yourself. I intercept them,
and take you in my arms, your naked body pressing against my clothing.
I kiss you softly, and take your hand, leading you into the bedroom.
You lie back on the bed and I sit at your feet facing you. I grasp
your ankles and pull you toward me, spreading your legs. As your legs
move apart, your pussy lips separate and I gaze into your depths. You
fondle your breasts as you wait, anticipating what I will do next.
"I want to watch you come."
You look seem unsure of what I mean, so I take your hand and place it
gently on your sex. You gaze at me with a look of uncertainty and
embarrassment, but I smile back at you and start slowly stroking your
thigh. You begin to move your fingers around the edge of your pussy.
You are hesitant at first, but soon the sensations overcome your
modesty. Your fingers find your clit and begin moving over it in
rhythmic circles. I look up at your face and you look directly back at
me as you pleasure yourself. Your gaze is piercing and powerful. As
your level of arousal increases, your eyes gradually seem to lose
their focus until it seems you are totally unaware of my presence.
Your breathing quickens, and as you near your peak, your face begins
contorting as if you are wincing in pain. You let out a series of
quick whimpers, and then you come. Your body stiffens, and your face
seems to freeze, I see your sex contract and your eyelids flutter.
Then your whole body relaxes and your breathing slows. Your eyes
open, and you look at me. I lean over and kiss you, taking your face
in my hands and brushing your sweaty hair back from over your eyes. I
stand, remove my clothes, and join you on the bed.
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