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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I stared at my phone screen feeling only mildly put out.
"Soz karnt make it 2nite. Friday babes?" read the text.
But it was a toss up as to which was more horrifying, the spelling and grammar or being called "babes". A lucky escape from a disastrous blind date by the look of it. I pulled my diary up on screen,quickly added a commitment for Friday night which read simply "busy" and with a totally clean conscience texted him back apologies for being busy on Friday.
Just as I pressed send, Sonia appeared at my office door. Head of HR and universally renowned for being a stickler for protocol to most people - but we'd known each other as teenagers at school and apart from both of us showing mild consternation when I'd started at the company, a quick trip to the wine bar and we'd formed a strong alliance based purely around total non disclosure of our embarrassing sixth form years.
"Morning!" I greeted her looking suspiciously at the takeaway coffees in her hand. "Should I be wary of this stranger bearing gifts".
"Absolutely!" Sonia plonked herself down on the edge of my desk and handed me a latte. "But it's Costa so you're going to fall for it. You always do."
I groaned.
"Go on - what do you want?"
"Big date tonight", she said. "Mario says he can fit me in at 5pm to do my hair but I'm supposed to be babysitting a job interview... Could you cover for me?"
I looked at her perfect hair and grinned. This guy she really liked I could tell. He was an army officer and this was some kind of officers do. It was a big thing to be invited apparently although I was a bit hazy as to why. But I could tell it was important to her.
I rolled my eyes. "OK what kind of interview is it?"
"Tech" she said wincing.
I mock banged my head on the desk and looked at her incredulously.
"I know, I know," she said hurriedly. "But Gerald and Ian will be handling the tech questions... You just do the fuzzy ones and you know... "
"Be the token woman on the interview panel?" I dead panned.
"Absolutely" she said. "He's the only candidate for the job anyway it looks like."
"How come?" I asked puzzled as our company attracted many applicants normally.
"It's the tech, it's unusual, get the feeling Gerald and Ian don't even understand it themselves."
I smiled, "So the 'fuzzy' questions will be the hardest thing he faces?"
"Absolutely," she grinned back.
"Mate," I said. "You owe me!"
"Uh, huh," she jumped off my desk and brushed her skirt down. "Thanks Bella" and she headed for the door. "Hope it's not too dreary." Her brow creased with faux concern. "I'll send you his application and the job spec."
"You know full well it's going to be like watching paint dry, " I mock glared as she grinned and zoomed off.
I pushed my hair back off my face and lost myself in my work. What with meetings and some complex emails it was quartee to five before I knew it. I hastily printed out the CV deciding I could skim read it in the lift. I really hoped this guy had some interesting hobbies...
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Thank fuck, a good story with proper gramme and punctuation. Thank you x"
Good story so far...this comment made me laugh. Hope the misspelling of grammar was intended.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Thank you guys! I never seem to be able to get straight to the sex - my last story was a bit long winded too... if anyone didn't catch it first time round:
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/922730
There are many typos and errors tho I must admit. |
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"Thank you guys! I never seem to be able to get straight to the sex - my last story was a bit long winded too... if anyone didn't catch it first time round:
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/922730
There are many typos and errors tho I must admit. "
The build up is so much better... keep going as you are, love it! |
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By *d4ugirlsMan
over a year ago
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"Thank you guys! I never seem to be able to get straight to the sex - my last story was a bit long winded too... if anyone didn't catch it first time round:
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/922730
There are many typos and errors tho I must admit. "
Isabella
Truly appreciate that you take the time to tell us your stories, I take the time to read them and enjoy them. We are not back in school and no one here should be graded on what they write.
It is simple if you are not enjoying a story for whatever reason move on.
Thank you Isabella for your story. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Well the CV was pretty much incomprehensible but lots of techy words that actually seemed to match the ones in the job spec so this wasn't going to be too hideous. Ooh look and scuba diving as a hobby that I could ask about.
The lift pinged open and I strode out only to find i'd gone down to the ground floor not up. Aaargggh. I turned on my heel and went back in followed by a tallish blond guy.
"Wrong floor" I explained unnecessarily.
He grinned. "Which is the right floor?"
"Ten," I smiled back as this handsome stranger pushed the button for me. But then clocked the large gold wedding ring. As ever, all the good ones were taken.
Still, I let him gesture me out first of the lift and hold the door open for me into the company's reception.
I waved at Grace the receptionist and headed into the board room. Ian and Gerald were already there. A little bit old school these two and rather fond of the sound of their own voice. But Ian got stuff done and Gerald seemed to know everyone in an old-boys, pass-the port kind of way.
"Ah Isabella," boomed Gerald. "Come to keep us in hand, marvellous."
I dumped my stuff next to him and then noticed that as well as the chair Ian was sat in and one for the candidate there was another spare.
"We've got an expert in too," Gerald explained waving a hand at the chair. "Consultant chap."
The door swung open and Grace came in carrying a tray of the special tea/coffee cups reserved for visitors and bustled about putting it down on the table and serving drinks. She poured my coffee first and I realised I was desperate for a drink.
"And here he is. Hello Robert!" boomed Gerald again. (He really only operated at one volume.)
I looked up in one motion, expecting to greet the consultant's face - but finding my eyes seemed to have only got as far as his chest. Another foot up to smile hello.
And a hell of a shock. Rob stood in front of me. I'd half expected the expert to be the smiley blonde guy from the lift. But bloody hell, a blast from my past stood a few feet away and offering me a hand to shake.
Oh god I'd best not be blushing.
I stood up to shake hello, feeling his strong firm grip. His blue eyes showed surprise but none of my own discomfort. Damn him he always was super confident.
He'd moved onto chat to Gerald and Ian. Grace said she'd go get the candidate and we sat down.
The blond guy appeared. Ah so he was the interviewee. Matt according to the paperwork. It was handshakes and paper flapping for a while and I was glad I only had to throw in a few random questions here and there.
My head was racing as I watched Rob asking most of the fine detail questions. It had been 10 years. A brief but enjoyable fling during a 6 month posting. Oh gosh. Very, very enjoyable in fact I remembered - as the memories of hot and steamy nights started to surface.
Concentrate Bella! I told myself sternly.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Rob was intelligent but in a laconic, laid back way. But he knew his stuff. He and Matt seemed to be on the same page. I could tell from Rob's reactions that his questions were stretching Matt but that he was handling them well. The Rob I knew had no time for fools. The tell tale tics were there in his left eye when Ian and Gerald posed a few questions and Matt's body language suddenly became nervous as he tried to answer a nonsensical question in a sensible fashion.
The interview was finally over. More handshaking and a few nods and winks to indicate the job was his. Matt left looking pleased.
Now what to do. Didn't want to let Rob go without a proper hello. But equally didn't exactly want Gerald and Ian to be there.
I gathered my papers up thoughtfully and slowly, noticing Rob was doing the same. He hadn't changed much, a few wrinkles round the eyes but otherwise he looked in amazing shape.
Thoughts of how his body felt close up hit me. I bit my lip. Get a grip woman or you'd be throwing yourself on the board room table yelling "Take Me" at this rate. So not cool.
I shook my head and realised he was now saying goodbye to G and I. As he turned to me, I scooped up my files and found myself telling his chest that I was headed back to my office now too. Damn he was tall.
Silent through reception, bid Grace goodnight and out to the lifts. I pressed the button.
"Well hello stranger," he drawled "long time no see. You haven't changed a bit"
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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His voice was low, deep and unhurried. I knew I was flushing - desire rising through me.
And I knew he was aware of just how discomforted I felt. He always did. He saw through me in ways others didn't. Part of his appeal.
Amused blue eyes looked down at me.
"You look the same too," I replied, waited a beat and added "with a bit less hair maybe."
And turned to jab at the lift button again.
I heard him chuckling behind me and remembered with a grin how much we bantered back then. A non stop game of kik tennis batted back and forth. Matches lasting days. Social media was a joy!
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As I pressed the button his hand reached out and with one finger he stroked the soft white skin at the base of my palm.
His touch was electric. The fleeting pressure on my pulse point coursed through the veins in my arm and my stomach somersaulted. I could feel the want emanating from within. I stood stock still and closed my eyes. Aware of his proximity but trying to regain control of my body.
The lift doors pinged open and I hastily dropped my hand from the call button. It was a good job it was empty as I was blocking the way. Lifetime habits kicked in and I shook my head out of this reverie and walked in.
He followed.
I took up position against one mirrored wall with arms crossed in front of me. I daren't look up at him. |
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over a year ago
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I could see he still worked out. Muscled shoulders filling his white shirt.
"Which floor?" he asked.
"Eleven" I replied and noticed he pressed only that floor button.
"Wet?" a question in one succinct word.
I bit my lip.
"What do you think?" I shot back.
He grinned infuriatingly and mock shrugged.
"Hard to tell from over here."
The lift stopped at my floor and I strode out.
Decision made in a split second.
"Best come and find out, hadn't you?" I said softly without looking at him and walked away.
As I paused to swipe in to the deserted floor I was aware he was stood right behind me. The skin on the back of my neck yearned for his kiss. I blinked. He was like a conductor, bringing the different parts of my body alive one by one by a glance.
I walked down the corridor, him just a pace behind, my destination the large photocopying room, a relic from a bygone time that for some inexplicable reason still remained in place.
I pushed the door and let it swing for him to catch.
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over a year ago
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He closed it behind him and I heard the lock click. We stood in the dark. Feeling giddy (what was I doing?!) I rested my hands on the empty shelf in front of me.
He moved behind me. I was conscious he was millimeters away. Almost aware of his body heat he was that close but still not touching. Our breathing began to synchronise. I swallowed.
Hands touched the top of my head and smoothed my hair from crown to each ear and then scooped it up into a ponytail. I felt his breath on the top of my head and then ever so lightly down to the base of my neck. I shivered with longing. My whole body waiting for his touch on my skin.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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One of those moments that seems to last a lifetime. The glorious knowing, without a doubt, what was to come - but the revelling in that time-space where it hadn't happened yet. An almost out of body experience. A moment of sheer perfection almost too intense to bear. I ached for his touch. My existence seemed to be solely to feel him physically.
His head bent and lips pressed briefly just above the collar of my blouse. I felt him breathe in my scent as he lifted his head again. Hands let my hair drop back in place and his chin rested on top of my head.
"Miss me?" he whispered and I could only nod dumbly in reply.
A tiny light kiss to the top of my head, so gentle.
His body pressed against mine and I leaned back into him. No words, just feeling his presence.
The calm before the storm. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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More tomorrow. Sorry the kids are wearing me out so finding it hard to get chance to write. Thank you for sticking with it.
He's about to ravage me in the stock cupboard... |
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over a year ago
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He lifted his right hand and crooked the forefinger letting his finger nail trace down the outline of my cheek bone. Then rising from chin to bottom lip, brushing over its full outline as I opened my mouth.
I took his finger between my teeth, biting gently, tongue flicking over his knuckle. He drew a breath in as I let out a low gentle moan of pure desire. |
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His hand dropped from mouth to chin again twisting my head up and to the side. He lowered his head towards mine, eyes like searchlights as he gazed down at me. My lips parted. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my face but he'd still not made contact.
I looked at him beseechingly, wanting him, lips tingling with desire. His head moved in a small figure of 8 as he evaluated where to start, middle of my lips, to the right, to the left, top, bottom... My eyes watched him, feeling like a python unwittingly transfixed by a snake charmer.
I just wanted him to make contact. Now. The teasing was too much to bear.
I mock rolled my eyes, called his bluff, looked down towards the shelf and opened my mouth to say "Oh look a red biro".
The words didn't leave my lips.
His hands spun me back round and pulled me into his chest. In a flawless movement his lips were on mine. Kissing me hungrily, greedily. Mouths parted and his tongues met. It was fierce, I tingled as his five oclock shadow enflamed my skin. Angry kisses, lips held firmly between teeth, an onslaught bruising my mouth.
It had been too long.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My hands reached up to loosen his tie as he continued to kiss me passionately. I undid the top button on his shirt and the next two so I could slide a hand under the crisp (exceptionally well ironed) cotton and feel the heat of his body and run my fingers through the carpet of chest hair. I stopped kissing to lower my eyes and enjoy the sight of his chest.
A deep grunt of annoyance reminded me that with this man, I was never in charge.
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Drawing up to his full height he loomed over me, pushing me backwards a little against the shelves.
His hands ran down each side of my body, equal pressure from each, moving swiftly, tantalisingly over my breasts and waist, then hips and down to the hem of my pencil-style skirt. |
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over a year ago
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In a determined move, he hooked his thumbs under the skirt hem and roughly pushed it up over my thighs until it ridged around my waist. His hands stayed there as his kisses got more intense and demanding. |
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over a year ago
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The soft light from the fire exit sign let me see his eyes but the room was dark. Fingers ripped at my blouse, pulling buttons apart and wresting it from the skirt. The cool air made me shiver a little but my nipples were already erect. Breasts encased in a balconette bra. My breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling.
This drew his attention but then eyes locked in mind as he pushed the blouse down over my shoulders to my elbows.
I bit my lip. And waited. |
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over a year ago
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I swallowed, dry mouthed with anticipation. Seconds seemed to be lasting hours. I was fully conscious of how much more exposed I was in contrast to him. How obviously ready for sex I was. How much I wanted it.
He always made me feel like this.
Wanton.
I looked at him, awaiting the next move.
He bent to murmur into my ear.
"Wet?" questioned his deep voice.
I looked straight at him.
"Possibly," I replied with more than a little insousiance.
His eyebrows lifted quizzically.
"100%. I guarantee." He stated firmly.
"You'll have to..." but again he cut my words off.
His foot had kicked my legs open wider by pushing against 1 stiletto.
In the brief moment while I wobbled on my heels, his fingers had, in one decisive move, plunged under the silky material of my underwear and I felt them glide into the slick wetness and then inside me.
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I groaned, overpowered by the intense feeling of my body being entered.
"Soooo wet, Bella" he breathed into my ear. "Always wet for me."
I said nothing, lost in enjoying the feel of him.
His mouth met mine, more rough, more intense. An onslaught of masculinity as I felt my feminine wetness flowing onto his fingers.
Suddenly he withdrew fingers, straightened and before I could process his withdrawal, he'd spun me around to face the shelves.
He tore the blouse off my arms and pulled my hips towards his groin. I stepped back slightly leaning forward and gripping the waist high shelf.
Firm hands ran down my arms and finger tips back up my forearms, tantalising my skin before his forefinger suddenly pulled down the front of my bra to just under the nipples. Enough release and then he let go of the fabric. The bra just moved down enough so my breast was pushed up a little and nipples exposed.
I gasped. Aroused. Part horrified at how quickly things had moved to this stage, part loving it.
He tugged at the zip of my skirt. I thought he'd ttake it off but he just pushed it further up my waist.
Then he tore at my underwear, ripping it down my legs. I shifted my stance as he reached my knees thinking he would take them off.
"Don't move," his deep voice growled low in my ear from behind. His face next to mine. "Don't move til I tell you."
His hand ran over my arse and through my thighs and he again, with a sure sense of direction, plunged his fingers inside me.
I groaned.
Standing bent over, legs parted, wet thong pulled tight on my calves, cunt on display, boobs out and nipples screaming erect sigh desire.
I looked cheap, I looked wanton, I wanted him.
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"God, you're wet," he groaned in a harsh voice.
A strong finger circled my clit making my legs shake. I'd never come stood up, I wasn't sure it would work as I lost control. I didn't fancy crashing to the ground.
Fingers deftly stroked labia and teased my clit. My body bucking a little as I tried to keep his pressure in place a little longer or direct them. He played with me in all senses of the word, almost letting me have the upper hand and then suddenly taking control again and letting the pressure fall and then ramping up the intensity in just the right spot.
I was trying to be quiet but at times needed to release the feeling of build up, of desire and frustration.
"Shhhh" rasped his voice in my ear.
"Fuck me then," I begged.
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His fingers stopped and pulled away.
"Kneel," he barked turning me around.
I sank to my knees and looked up at him.
"Hands on your back," he ordered and I put my elbows behind me.
He kept my gaze as he undid his belt. As ever, no fuss or hesitation just a swift practiced motion, letting his cock stand proud.
I wanted to rub my cheek against the soft skin of his head and let my fingers feel his firmness before I melted my lips around him.
But I knew he preferred the more direct approach, so I opened my mouth and took him in deep, feeling him press against the back of my throat.
He grunted his approval.
I followed with rapid and deep motions, fighting to resist the gag reflex every time. Only mouth and cock met. He never put his hand on my head to guide,but now was not the time to ask why.
Another grunt and he'd stepped back, grabbing my hands and pulling me back to my feet.
Arms wrapped around me, stroking my back and then releasing my bra. It fell to the floor, as did skirt and thong and, still kissing deeply, I stepped out of them. Naked now except for heels. |
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We both knew our height difference meant standing up sex was impossible. But I knew something he didn't...
"There's a sofa," I murmured between kisses, "Behind the shelf."
He stopped.
"Now she tells me." he mock chided.
I grinned mischievously and led him around the corner where an old reception modular sofa had been stashed. Low, wide, no arm rests. Perfect.
"Get on there now," he ordered.
And whilst he removed his clothes I lay back on the sofa.
He crouched over me and I bit my lip as he surveyed my body with intent.
Not content to wait I parted my legs and a smile played on his lips as he lay between them, arms supporting his frame so he still loomed over me.
My body flushed with desire and I closed my eyes feeling it reverberate. Noone brought me alive like him.
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"Open your eyes," he ordered and I did so to find him staring down at me.
Always so intense his gaze.
"How long has it been?" he asked.
I twisted my mouth and closed one eye in a comic "let me think" gesture.
But the tip of his cock touched my entrance making me gasp with delight and close my eyes with delight.
"Look at me when I'm fucking you."
I shot them open.
"How long has it been?"
I knew he meant since we'd seen each other.
I named the years and he slowly, teasingly edged inside me a little.
"How many months?" His eyes were burning into me now as he moved upwards inside me, filling me.
"Three" I gasped.
"And how many weeks?"
It was a total power play - him showing he knew I had counted every day. But also a subtle giveaway that he knew the answers too.
"Two" I gulped, feeling him move deeper inside me. |
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"And how many days" he spoke lower this time and with a grunt as he pushed into me as far as he could go.
I could only gasp again, my bottom lip trembling at the feel of him. Knowing what was to come and wanting it so very much.
"Not quite sure," I quipped trying to derail him a little.
"Humph," he snorted and withdrew his length before ramming back into me.
I threw my head back in delight. My hands reached up to touch his face. And my legs wrapped around me.
Capable of doing 100 plus push-ups meant his technique in missionary was like nothing else. Just thrust after thrust, alternating deeper, faster, slower. Feeling my body respond, surprising me, giving me more, denying so I begged. |
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I loved the feeling of controlled fury emanating from him. So much bigger and stronger than me and yet so precise and controlled and gentle.
So aroused with him, how he felt inside me. That sense of perfection - of fitting and belonging.
Kissing ranging from gentle to biting, wet to dry, enveloping to tiny, tiny feather-like brushes against my lips, cheeks, forehead. Always that feeling of being in sync, of saying so much through eye contact, souls connecting. |
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His thrusting had a sudden change in tempo, a more urgent need from him. I shuddered with desire, I loved to feel this man cum. I had a huge need to watch, to feel and to receive.
I wrapped my legs tight around him pulling him closer to me.
"I want you," I sounded the words quietly but clearly - almost sing song in my tone.
Eyes met.
"You've got me," always his stock answer. "Deep inside you."
He emphasised deep with a powerful thrust.
His thrusting intensified, raging like a storm above me.
"I'm going to cum." In his deep voice it wasn't corny, more like a warning.
"Come in me" I urged breathlessly. "Please Rob..."
He came with a roar and his face in a sudden deep grimace of effort as he exploded. Always I had the sense of him protecting me from depths he was capable of. Channelling his energy towards me with supreme control.
I felt the tension rolling off him. His thrusting didn't stop, he never went down. I really didn't understand how he stayed hard for hours.
But I had that need to feel him relax. Watch the caged tiger turn pussy cat.
My fingers soothed his shoulders and stroked his face, almost scratching him as I felt his bristles on hid rugged chin.
It was like passing through a waterfall and emerging into the quiet, secret cave behind.
"Hello you," I said slowly and gently, smiling and tracing a forefinger under his eye.
I beamed up at him. Couldn't stop smiling. Eyes literally shining happiness.
The real world was complicated but here, in this time together, life always seemed so uncomplicated and true.
The soppy smile and happy eyes told me he felt the same. It felt like a lifetime basking in each others' glow.
I had missed him.
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over a year ago
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"Put your full weight on me," I begged and felt his body relax down on top of me, his left cheek touching my right one. So close.
"What happened to ladies first?" I teased.
He lifted his head, doing a mock searching glance of the ROOM before nuzzling back into my shoulder.
"No ladies here!" he mumbled.
We both giggled, him lifting his head to gently, oh so tenderly kiss me all over my face.
I felt so relaxed, so wanted. It was a wonderful base for my own excitement to be built on.
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He moved to one side resting his head on one hand while the other made its way between my legs.
His gestures always defined, never fumbling or unsure. |
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His face bent to take my nipple in his mouth the exact moment his fingers slid onto my clit. My body bucked under the duel attack.
Neurons firing as delight fired through the network of sensation back to my brain and out again.
I could feel myself getting wetter as he circled his fingers around me.
It was intense, it was leisurely. He was a master at this. Arousing me then slowing it right down so I edged. |
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He watched with a bemused smile as my legs shook involuntarily.
I groaned - part pleasure, part vexation.
Wantonly I spread my legs further open for him. I remembered when we'd first met, when I'd been so shy to display myself like this for him. How far I had come I thought to myself. Or how much of the journey he was leading me on, I corrected myself.
He lifted himself up letting me admire that powerful chest as he repositioned himself, mouth above my clit.
As his tongue made contact I couldn't help but moan. Being celibate for a few months, I'd expected my body to be slow to arousal but the imprinted memory of his touch flared to life instantly, so it only felt like yesterday I'd last seen him.
My response to his tongue and finger work seemed more immediate, more deeply felt, bigger overall than before.
Waves of delight shuddering through me - almost overwhelming in their intensity.
My pleasure built, sometimes startling me with the size of the leaps from one level to another.
Then his fingers performed a new manoeuvre, one he'd not done before.
My eyes, semiclosed with pleasure, flew open. I gasped and smiled about to remark he'd learnt a new truck. But no time for the words to form.
I bucked and shuddered as the sensations hit. Not capable of speaking anymore only feeling. The point of climax reached and the glorious free fall as I peaked and the wonderful downhill roller coaster ride began.
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I arched my back, enjoying feeling my body shudder. His fingers plunging inside me to squelch in the wetness. I used to be embarrassed by the sound now I revelled in it.
Within seconds the build up began again, a tightening within, that sensation of building to a shuddering peak but the in line was much steeper than I expected and higher. I was responding so much more strongly than before.
As I released and the orgasm surged through me, time began to stop.
No thought just feeling. His fingers and tongue making me rise again and again to high peaks and the wonderful come down ride of orgasm after orgasm.
I hadn't expected it to be this good.
I hadn't known I wanted him this much.
I hadn't realised my body was capable of this much sensation, this much feeling.
It was like he'd shown me a part of myself I never knew existed. Astonished I found tears in my eyes and sobs of joy in my throat.
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I cried a little, happy glorious tears running down down my cheeks.
A serious face looked down at me, not fondly mocking for once, but curious about my reaction.
I loved that he never censored any response, seeming to revell in my enjoyment. No preconceived notions how I should enjoy myself just a desire to make me come and to be pleasured.
His new trick readministered again, sent me to a higher level. An even greater peak than before. The orgasm release was overwhelming and launched a series of multiple highs that cascaded through my body.
It was perfect.
By 20 I wasn't sure I could take much more and by 23 I put my hands on his and rolled away a little absolutely sated.
I tingled everywhere and lay on my back feeling every inch of skin glowing with pleasure.
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He settled down next to me, lips gently kissing my shoulder and then eyes staring into mine. His hand traced the contours of my body as I turned to look at him.
We lay, eyes locked, saying nothing. Fingers stroking the other's arms, chest.
I'd turn my gaze from time to time to take in visually the cut of his jawline, or the feel of biceps under skin, or revisit a familiar freckle, or experience the feel of his chest hair against my nose.
I breathed in deeply, familiar smell of aftershave.
Still no words spoken, just shining eyes and smiles of delight. I felt connected to this man in ways I couldn't begin to describe.
Slowly but interminably the bubble of time we'd created came back to the real world. Reality jarring in noisily to what had been blissful silence.
I swallowed, felt the fairytale vanish, and sat up to dress. He did the same.
Our banter started up again, numbers in our phones unblocked. No talk though of "if" we would see each other again, only "when".
Dressed we had one last lingering kiss before I unlocked the stationery cupboard door and we stepped back out into the real world.
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