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I awake to the hazy
morning light creeping in through a crack in the
curtains. I feel the warmth of your body still pressed
close to
mine, in exhausted slumber. Sleeping the sleep of the
dead, as it
were, or at least, in our case, freshly killed.... I
gently remove
your arm from my waist and pad off to the bathroom. On
the way
there, I pick up my satin shift, and slip it on. It
feels
deliciously cool in the morning heat. The cloying scent
of the
pines outside the window tells me it will be another hot
and humid
day. After a bit of freshening up, I recover my watch
from a pile of
hastily removed clothing. It's nearly noon. Last night
was
delightful, as was this morning, but we didn't get more
than 3 hours
sleep at a stretch, in between periods of play. I leave
you
sleeping, and quietly make my way downstairs to the
kitchen. I knew
this would happen, so I have some treats waiting in the
fridge.
I put the coffee maker on and go to work slicing some
apple, melon,
and mango. These, plus strawberries and grapes, I place
on a plate
with some assorted cheeses - brie, camembert, gruyere. I
top this
plate off with small dark and milk chocolates. I unboxed
the crackers
and spread herbed cream havarti on them. Then I add a
smear of
salmon pate to some, plum and rum preserve on others. I
slice
gruyere onto some more crackers, topping them with
Cabernet
Sauvignon jelly. I arrange the dressed crackers on
another plate,
leaving some plain on the side. The jar of jelly,
complete with
spoon, gets placed in the middle of the plate. The
coffee is now
ready, so I prepare two cups and take them upstairs.
I place the cups on the bedside table, and tear open the
curtains,
gasping when I realize the sliding door to the deck has
been open all
night. And all morning. If there are any people in the
adjacent
condos, I am now too embarrassed to meet them.... I look
out at the
sparkling lake below. There is a special beach on the
other side,
that I am anxious to show you. But that can wait till
later.
Turning to your still dozing form, I pull back the
single sheet
covering your deliciously hairy, naked body. You grunt
and roll onto
your side, away from me. A hand half-heartedly gropes
ineffectually
for the sheet. I start nibbling on your ear, working my
way down
your neck, down your side, to your ticklish spots. With
my hand, I
pinch your bare backside gently, teasingly. You begin to
stir,
growl, and reach across lazily to grab me, your arm
still sluggish
and heavy from sleep. I dodge it easily, as your eyelids
finally
open, and I place a coffee in your open hand.
You smile and sit up in bed. "Mmmmmm. Thank-you. I
*thought*
something smelled wonderful, though it was slightly
different from
your usual musky aroma..." I chuckle and take a sip of
my coffee.
Then I put it back on the night table.
"I'll be right back. I have something more." Your
relaxed but
puzzled expression follows me as I leave the room, and
make my way
down to the kitchen.
When I return, you are looking more awake, though
somewhat rumpled.
I suppose I must look about the same. Your eyes light up
hungrily
when you spot the plates of food. It's almost the same
look you
gave me last night, when I put on that short
jungle-print sundress,
and flashed my bare rear-end at you. The same look you
wore, when
you later removed that dress, rather roughly, from my
body.... I put
the plates on the bed, and we begin to feast. Until that
moment, I
didn't realize how ravenous I was.
"Wow. This is wonderful. I'm starved." I am delighted by
your
obvious enjoyment, since I love to give pleasure in many
ways. You
lick your fingers seductively, and brush your hand over
my breast as
you reach for another laden cracker. The grapes and
strawberries
are tart, tangy, - a delicious offset to the sweetness
of the
preserves and the smooth creaminess of the cheeses. The
slices of
apple are crisp, the melon and mango, juicy and
quenching.
Finally, our hunger is sated, and we recline back on the
bed. You,
with your head on the pillows, me, laying the other way,
with my toes
tickling your arm pit. I lick off sticky fingers, put a
pillow on
your feet, and reach beside the bed to pull up a book I
have
purchased, just for this occasion. It is a collection of
erotic
stories. As you sip on your coffee and eye that last
cracker, I
begin reading aloud to you. The story has the desired
revitalizing
effect. Your cock begins to stir, to stiffen as the
words roll
languidly off my tongue. I softly move my free hand to
your groin, and
begin drawing circles on and around your balls. I stroke
the
lengthening shaft gently, my touch getting more firm as
the story
heats up. You move the plates off the bed, and on to the
night
table. The story is almost done, but you don't wait for
the finish.
You grab my wrist with one hand, extract the book with
the other, and
pull me down on top of you. I happily comply.
"You. Are a wicked thing. You think you are going to get
more out
of me after last night and this morning?!" Your words
are
admonishing, but the look in your eyes says something
entirely
different.
I laugh, and mock an Oliver Twist accent, "Please suh,
can I have some
mo-ah?"
Your long fingers probe the wetness between my legs.
"Insatiable." It's all the comment you can muster, and
you roll
your eyes for added effect. You *must* be tired. Ah
well, at least
your body is still fully functional. I look to the open
sundeck
door, and I hear the voices of people out in the
commons. You see
the look on my face.
"No. If you want it, the door and the curtains stay
open." Your
voice is stern. My lust has overcome any inhibitions, so
I impudently
agree.
"And you said *I* was the wicked one! Fine. Have it your
way."
Besides. It's not like I know anyone here. My face meets
yours and
our tongues entwine in a lingering kiss. Our
sticky-sweet lips
continue to meld, as I slide myself slowly down on your
fully erect
cock. My hard nipples brush your chest through the satin
shift.
With one hand, I guide you into me, with the other, I
pull your head
to mine, so as not to break the kiss. My fingers are get
lost in your
thick, dark hair. As I slide that last bit down to the
base of your
shaft, you gasp.
Your head flops back to the pillow as I release you, and
sit fully
upright on my knees. I begin a slow, sumptuous ride.
Your hands
explore my body through the shift, and then you tire of
it, and pull
it up over my head. It lands in a heap beside you. As I
rise up on
another stroke, you grab my hips, digging your fingers
in, and hold
me there. Bending your knees, you start actively
thrusting into me.
Until this point, I had been happily doing all the work.
Your
pumping becomes increasingly vigorous. Each deep
penetration
extracts a moan from my throat. My back arches, and my
own hands now
squeeze my breasts and rub my nipples excitedly. I am
coordinating
my movements with yours. Your breathing turns ragged.
You begin to
grunt. My voice is starting to rise in pitch, I can feel
you
swelling, and it feels incredible. Then you stop
suddenly. You
throb and pulse inside of me. You hold me tight, and
manage to stop
the impending orgasm before fully climaxing. You breathe
a sigh of
relief. Still perched atop you, I notice the jar of wine
jelly next
to the bed. Your curious eyes follow my hand, as I take
the little
jar and scoop out a small dollop of the contents. This,
I drop
teasingly onto your nipple. You shiver at the cold, but
smile
invitingly. To keep things even, I add a similar dollop
to your
other nipple, delighting in the shudder it evokes. Of
course, this
means I must lick, and suck it off...
Laying on the bed, your breathing ragged, you try not to
move. The
jelly on your nipples jiggles with each strained breath.
Some
dislodges and begins to trickle down the side of your
chest. You are
trying desperately not to squirm, but it tickles so
much. I watch
your discomfort with delight, but I don't let you suffer
for too
long. I bend forward and extend my tongue to lick up the
sticky
drip. Starting near the bed sheets, practically at your
back, I
slowly, oh so slowly, bring my tongue all... the...
way..... up your
side. My mouth hovers over your nipple. My breath is
making it warm
and the jelly starts to run again. I flick my tongue out
to catch
the drip, and then flick it quickly across your hardened
nipple. You
groan, and try to jam yourself deeper into me, without
moving your
chest. Your pelvis is amazingly flexible. I smile and
bare my
teeth.
I can tease you no longer. I wrap my lips around the
areola and
start sucking the jelly off gently, then harder, then I
am nibbling,
almost biting. You bring your hands up to my head, and
move it to the
other nipple. I cannot resist your urgent desire. But I
am not done
teasing. I let my tongue circle the nipple, not quite
touching it,
tickling the hairs around it, as I slide slowly, very
slowly, up and
down on your hard cock. I squeeze tightly on each
stroke, stopping
just as I feel the head about to pull out. It feels
exquisite! My
hands are on your arms, holding them down, out of the
way, as I apply
my ministrations. My own extended nipples are brushing
your stomach
softly in the rhythm of my movements. You can't stand it
anymore.
You bring your arms up to my head, and press my mouth
forcefully, but
gently onto your aching nipple.
"Please suck on it. Now." The urgency in your voice is
an aphrodisiac,
and I begin sucking and biting, harder than I did
before.
Your head arches back exposing your neck, and I move my
biting up
your chest to that inviting flesh. You move your hands
to grab my
ass, as I bury my face in your neck, biting, kissing,
sucking.....
The slow sensuous fucking has turns harder and harder as
we both lose
control, moaning and gasping. Our lips find each others,
slippery wet
and sticky. They slide across, melt together, tongues
entwining.
You are almost coming, almost, almost... and I stop. I
pull my face
away from yours.
Your puzzled expression changes to one of lustful
delight, when I
climb off and stand facing the full length mirror on the
wall. My
hands are either side of it. I bend over, sticking my
rear out,
wriggling it invitingly. You get off the bed, and stalk
over to me.
Your hard prick bobbing with each purposeful step. I
watch you
approach, in the mirror. Your hands stroke my ass,
gently,
teasingly, then more roughly. They settle on that flesh
at the top
of my hips. Just enough to sink fingers into and grip
with pleasing
firmness. You stroke my wetness, with your hardness.
Teasing me. "I
want to feel you inside. Fuck me." I ask, my voice husky
with
desire. But you are taking your revenge for my nipple
teasing.
Still you stroke me with your cock, my thighs slick, my
clit swollen
and aching.
"Put your legs together", your voice is soft but
undeniable, and I
comply. You begin sliding in and out between my thighs
enjoying this
pseudo-fuck and knowing full well that it is driving me
crazy. You
taunt me,
"I could come soooo easily like this.... Perhaps I
should."
The thrusts get harder, and I am aching to feel you
inside, yet you
insist on continuing the torture. Then in one deft
movement, you
grab yourself and slip up inside of me, fast and hard. I
gasp! God
it feels incredible! My legs move apart instantly, to
let you go
deeper. Your hands reach forward, find my breasts
swaying, nipples
hard. You roll them between your fingers, while pressed
deep inside,
tight up against me.
"AAaaaahhhh. Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh!" I am being driven over the
edge. You
move one hand down to my clit, and press your body
closer to mine. I
can feel your breath in my ear. You begin biting it,
pulling on it
with your teeth, forcing my head to arch back further.
"Stay like that." Your request is a hoarse whisper,
betraying your
weakening self control. With my head arched back, my
hair cascades
down to the middle of my back, well below the shoulder
blades. You
bury your face in the silkiness. Nuzzling it, plunging
slowly but
deeply into me, squeezing my clit between two fingers at
the same
time. I reach down a hand to help you, to guide you to
the right
spot. With my hand on top of yours I rub myself, and
rock against
you, until,
"Ahh! Ah! Ah! Uhhhhhhh.... unnnngggghhhh!" I am
shuddering and
coming, my ass squeezing *hard* with each spasm, my
knees locked
straight. Even as it subsides, it is too much for you.
You rise up
and begin fucking me harder and harder, our bodies
mashing into each
other. You are grunting, and I am moaning, my voice
rising to a
fever pitch. I don't care any more who hears us it just
feels so
damned good!
My head rocks back with each stab of your cock, and my
hair ripples
in the breeze from the open window. Our skin prickles
with the cool
air licking our sweat. You are groaning like an animal
now, and
coming, jamming yourself deep inside, quivering with
each throbbing
spurt.
Then you collapse against me, sighing.... sighing,
softly. I bend
over further, bearing the full weight of your upper
body, and grab a
stray towel off the floor. I place the towel between my
legs as you
ease yourself exhaustedly out. You stagger off to the
bathroom, and
I flop down on my back on the bed. The satin shift is
beside me. I
run my thumb and forefinger over the smooth fabric. It
feels
delicious. I pick it up and begin sliding it gently up
and down my
body, over my nipples, across my stomach, between my
legs.... I don't
notice your return. My eyes are closed, and I have
bunched the shift
up between my legs with both hands, hips undulating,
rubbing the
slippery fabric against my labia, my clit. Leaning
against the door
frame, you watch in silent, amused fascination, not
wanting to
interrupt, yet wondering if there is something you could
do to assist
me.....
(to be continued???? :-) |
