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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It’s Saturday morning, and the anticipation is building,
as I wait for you to arrive. I’ve showered and dressed in
the bare minimum of old levis and a black T shirt. The denim
is old and well worn, but the unfamiliar feel of the material
rubbing against my cock, and the thoughts of you in my head
have already half aroused me. I’m killing time, and pottering
around as the arranged hour gets closer, arrives, and passes.
Still no sign of you; have you changed your mind? Maybe you
couldn’t get away… I go to the window as your car pulls up
outside. You get out, and I see that you’re wearing faded
jeans and a yellow top, under a short light brown cotton
jacket. You don’t see me, as I watch you lock the car and walk
to my garden gate.
The bell rings, and I head down the hallway and open the door.
My heart’s starting to beat more powerfully, and there’s
a tightness in my chest when I see your slightly flushed
face. Your eyes are bright, and I know that you’ve been anticipating
this as much as me. Though we’ve been meeting like this for
a while, for some reason, I still feel slightly nervous.
You take off your jacket and we go through the awkward formality
of chatting in the hallway. We quickly run out of small-talk
about the traffic, and how you were delayed in getting away,
and the conversation tails off as I take your hand and our
eyes meet and we boldly hold each other’s gaze. We move closer,
our lips gently brushing, my hands resting on the top of
your hips. I nibble your lower lip, and your arms come up
to encircle my neck. I feel the tip of your tongue pushing
between my lips, and I nip it playfully. You laugh, and thrust
your hips firmly against mine, and my hands move round to
cup your buttocks and hold you to my trapped and quickly
stiffening member.
Our mouths move together again, opening to each other with
moist flowing liquid kisses, your fingers moving in my
hair. I move my lips down your jaw line to kiss your neck.
I know this is one of your favourite erogenous zones, ‘Oh
god..!’ you breathe, as your head moves back to allow me
better access to your throat. You start grinding the front
of your jeans against mine. I’m fully hard now, and I pull
your hips roughly against me, and begin to thrust slowly
but powerfully against you through the fabric.
You release my neck, to pull off your top, and as you pull
it over your head, I’ve already released the clasp on your
brassiere. In a fumble of arms and clothes, I pull down your
bra and kiss the tops of your breasts, my tongue flicking
over the soft skin. I know how sensitive your breasts are,
and how much you like your nipples to be stimulated, and
I’m ready for you as your arms stiffen around my neck, and
moaning, you move your upper body to work the erect brown
nub between my eager lips. I make a guttural animal noise
as I suck you fiercely, wetly into my mouth, and one of my
hands moves to your back, to brace you, as I press my face
against you, my other hand stroking, cupping and squeezing
the breast that I’m sucking on. Your breathing is fast and
ragged, as is mine. I move my mouth to your other breast,
while firmly, wetly squeezing the other saliva coated
nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Still attending to your breasts, I move the flat of my palm
down, and over your stomach, pushing the tips of my fingers
into the top your jeans. There’s too much resistance, so
I tweak the top stud out of its buttonhole, and pull the zip
down halfway. My hand moves back to your stomach, and though
I sometimes like to tease, this time I push my hand down firmly,
but gently to cup your sex, and I can feel, that, like me,
you’ve decided to forego underwear.
I move my hungry mouth from your breast to look at you. Your
eyes are closed, you’re breathing hard, and as I kiss you,
you groan and run your hand down my arm to press my hand more
firmly against the heat between your legs. I’m rubbing
the outside of your pussy slowly, but with a small movement
of my hand, and a twitch of your hips, you gasp as my fingers
find your wetness, then begin rubbing gently up and down
the slippery slit. Your legs almost give way as I rub the
slick juice into your clit, and you brace your arms around
my neck, before I quickly slip two fingers inside you. Allowing
my hand to take your weight you grind your slippery pussy
against me, fucking my fingers as I let my thumb gently massage
your clitoris, the smell of you starting to fill the room.
I want you to come, as I love the sounds you make, the way your
body moves, and the way you cry out my name as you orgasm -
but this time, it’s not to be, as you have other ideas.
‘I want you in my mouth’, you breathe, as you move slightly,
and my fingers slip out of you. You open my jeans, and I slip
my T-shirt over my head, as your hands and lips begin to work
their magic on me. I look down, as you take my stiff cock between
your lips, one of my hands moving gently in your hair, the
other stroking your shoulder then moving down to fondle
your breast and nipple. Your eyes are half closed, but as
your cheeks hollow to suck me harder, you glance up and catch
me looking at you. You take your mouth from me and raise your
mouth to be kissed, and as I stoop to oblige, your hand cups
my cock and holds it to your breast. We kiss awkwardly, and
your shoulders move as you rub your breast against my erection.
Following the pressure of your hand on my cock, I drop to
my knees, and you push me down onto my back on the rug.
Lying on top of me, between my legs the palm of your hand presses
against the top of my shaft, as you rub your left breast against
my penis. The contrast of the silky smoothness of your breast,
and the rough hardness of your erect nipple against the
head of my cock is electric. All the time, I’m running my
fingers through your hair, and fondling and squeezing
your right breast and nipple, our bodies one minute moving
slowly and sensuously together, then more forcefully.
I urgently grasp your back and pull you down onto me my hips
grinding up and down, fucking the delicious velvet of your
breast. The feeling’s so good, that we both lose ourselves
in the sensation, our backs arching periodically, straining
to kiss and exchange tongues as we move together.
Than, surprisingly suddenly; too suddenly, my climax
comes, and I just have time to gasp out my apology, before,
powerfully and unstoppably my first spasm hits, and I start
to come.
The first jolt comes over your erect and suddenly slippery
nipple, but in that same instant you move your head down
to take my pulsing cock deep into your mouth, your cheeks
moving, rapidly sucking up the rest of my cum, your hand
quickly firmly working my shaft and balls for every drop,
while my hips heave under your insistent lips and tongue.
Your eyes are half closed, and you’re moaning gently, as
I feel your free hand moving rapidly between your legs,
pleasuring yourself. At the same time as you’re servicing
my cock, I’m stroking and squeezing your left breast, now
slick with my cum and our mingled sweat. It’s one of the most
intense and unconventional orgasms I've ever experienced,
and though I feel guilty about taking my pleasures first
on this occasion, I adore you for such a spontaneous wonderful
experience.
Eventually you’ve sucked me dry, and, though spent, I take
control - rolling you onto your back, and pushing you down
hard onto the rug, I French kiss you deeply and slowly. I
can smell and taste the saltiness of my climax on your mouth,
as you slip your tongue between my lips. I kiss down your
neck and throat, your skin slick and moist, your breath
coming in short quiet gasps. My cum has smeared over your
breast, and I lick it off you, before sucking your breast
into my mouth, my tongue working against your nipple, then
moving back to kiss your mouth again. I begin to rub the whole
length of my body against you as we kiss, then moving aside,
my hand once again moves down between your sticky thighs
to tease and finger your slippery slit.
Kissing my way down your body, my hands grasp your buttocks,
as my mouth and tongue trace over your stomach to the top
of your thigh. Your hand moves to my head, as your hips begin
to writhe, urgently trying to impale your cunt on my tongue.
I tease you for a while, tasting your thighs and running
my hands up your body to cup your breasts, before once again
taking your behind in my hands and pulling your pussy to
my mouth. The rich thick smell of your sex fills my nostrils,
and the whole room reeks of us, as I thrust my rigid tongue
deep inside you, your groans spurring me on as I alternate
between licking your clit, and using my tongue like a small
hard cock inside you. Wrapping my left arm behind your hips,
and freeing my other hand, I pull you even closer to my face,
then stroking up your thigh with my right hand, again inserting
first one, then two fingers into your hot wet hole as I lick
the sensitive erect little bud just above.
Starting gently, then faster and harder your moans and
my thrusts become more intense, and my little finger slides
easily between your buttocks, slippery with the mingling
of our sweat, saliva and your juice. I gently work the tip
of my pinkie into your tight anus, and I can feel your nails
raking my back as you cry out, your climax building, then
as you start to come, my mouth moves back to lick deeply at
your hot slippery wetness, the complex taste of you changing
as your thighs begin to spasm, your grip tight on my shoulders
and head, as thrusting uncontrollably you ride my mouth
to orgasm. |
