I'm holding on to you, as we lay side by side, and I can feel your hand touching the back of my head. You're stroking my face with the other hand. You part your legs a little and swing your leg over mine. I push my thigh into the opening, and put a little pressure on your womanhood through your jeans. You moan at the sensation this creates in you. it's the first touch between us. I'm still touching whatever skin I can without moving or removing your clothes. You're wearing this pretty pink camisole top, very thin and flimsy. I run my hands up your side and around your back and I find the hooks to your bra. With a well practiced move (haaaa) I pinch them together and like magic, I've opened your bra. I very slowly move the bra strap down your arm, over your elbow, over your wrist and then off. I repeat the same process on the other arm. I put my hand under your camisole, touching your naked stomach for the first time, and slowly move my hand up until I feel the bottom of your bra. I grasp it in my thumb and forefinger and slowly pull it out from under your top. I want to see your breast against the flimsy material. Immediately, your erect nipples are protruding up through the shirt. I look back into your eyes. So green, so passionate. Your eyelids are at half mast, but you haven't taken them from mine. I feel you move gently against my thigh, now wedged into you. Your nipples sit there, so erect, wanting to be manipulated. I touch your forehead with my finger, and begin to trace a line down the middle of you face. Down your pretty nose, over your now quivering lips, you kiss my fingertip as it passes over your lips, over your chin, I touch your neck and down onto your chest, just above your breasts. Your hand begins to move. It moves up your stomach, catching your top and exposing your beautiful stomach to me. Your fingers break free of the entanglement and continue up to your breasts. You stop just below your tits and cups the left one. I see your finger run over the erect nipple. Is it possible it just got bigger? You then complete the action by squeezing your own breast. Your neck arches and you push just a little harder against my thigh. I swear I can almost feel the dampness coming through both of our jeans. I gently push your hand aside, and take over for you. I squash your breast in the palm of my hand. You moan lowly, your hips are moving a little more noticeably now. Your eyes make contact with mine again. They're begging me, for what? I kiss your lips softly now. I kiss your neck and nibble on your shoulder across and under your chin, and now I nibble on the other shoulder. Your breathing is picking up a little. I pull the strap of your pretty pink camisole over your shoulder, very slowly. I can't get over the softness of your skin. I pull it down your arm until just the areola of your nipple is exposed. I move the rest of you top away with my mouth. I put your nipple in my mouth and bath it with my tongue. Your back is now driving your privates into me hard. Your hand moves down and finds my stiffness buried in my jeans. You push against the growing bulge. Your moans increase in volume. I pull the strap over your wrist and hand, this frees your arm to wrap around me and pull me closer to you. I'm now buried in your firm breasts. I kiss, lick, nibble, and bite your nipples. You're writhing and moving. Moaning and breathing. I've heard you say "oh god" a few times. Your passion is giving you away. And I'm taking it from you. While I'm kissing your beautiful breasts I find the button that will undo the top of your jeans. I flip it and your pants open. It's only a short zipper but I pull it down and my finger tips find the top of your pink thong. I can feel the first whisps of your pubic hair. Very downey like and soft. I'm not surprised, everything I touch on your body is soft. I pull open your jean tops to expose your hip bone. I kiss my way down your soft flat stomach, my beard and mustache tickling your skin. I position myself to take your jeans down and I do just that. They come off with a little effort because you have them skin tight. I pull them over your feet and drop them to the floor. I return my mouth to the top of your pubic mound and barely touch your skin with my lips and tongue. I nestle between your legs and pull the tiny fabric or your sexy thong aside. I very gently taste you for the first time. I've waited to do this for so long now. Months of thinking and fantasizing about this very moment, and still it surpasses everything I could've imagine. You taste wonderful. You're touching your bare upper thighs now, just your fingertips slowly moving up and down, inches from my cheeks and hair. I am going to take my time with you. I want to. I need to. You're so wet and there is heat coming from your vaginal lips. You are on fire. And it's consuming the both of us. Your hands go from cupping your own breast and pinching your own nipples to grabbing my hair and forcing my mouth onto you. You build to your first orgasm. I ask you to tell me of its approach. I plead with you to tell me. I put more pressure on your clit with my tongue. I hear you say ...yessss...I know you're not long. I feel the tension in your legs and ass build. Your muscles get tighter and tighter. And then, you release. It's cataclysmic. But I never move my tongue away nor do I stop moving it across your clit and pussy. You quickly build to a second one. You're moaning loudly now. Yes ...I hear again...yes....oh god....now ...now ...oh god, again. Your body convulses through your second cuming. And I hold on to you to keep you within reach of my tongue. We do this several times. I will lose track of how many times, later, when I think back on it, and yet every time I hear you moan ....i can't ...no more please....no I can't...you are again wracked with another one. Finally, you push my head from between your legs and roll to your side. Your right hand is on your face, your cheek really. Your eyes are closed. I touch you again. I run my fingers up your right leg and over your pretty ass. I lie down beside you and watch you regain your composure. You get up on your knees and lean over. You kiss me hard. Your tongue buries itself in my mouth, again. You're moaning through the kiss. Your hand finds my zipper and pulls it down. I take off my jeans and briefs. My manhood is erect and already up in the air. You wrap your slender fingers around it and move your mouth down. You hover direct over it with your full, pouting lips. You look up at me and I see your tongue drop out of your mouth and collect the pre cum at the top. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. And then, my cock disappears into your mouth. I feel your tongue running up and down my shaft while it's buried to your tonsils. I tell you ....if you keep that up, there will be no filling of the vagina for at least twenty minutes. You straddle me and guide me into you with your hand. Slowly, very slowly, you lower yourself onto me. You bend over to kiss me again as you raise up, almost off and then plunge back down. Your movement increases in speed and I know if I don't do something quick, I will be done. I sit up and lean you backward. Still buried in you, we switch positions and now I'm on top so I can control the tempo. This makes you both angry and hot. I plunge in and out of you, but at a pace that won't make me end this too quickly. I know you want it hard and fast, and that will come later. I tell you to feel me inside of you, as I plunge in up to the hilt. Even at this slow pace I know I can't hold out much longer. You're too sexy, too pretty, way too beautiful, and you're making noises that are making my skin tingle with electricity. I let you know I'm about to cum and you wrap your legs around me in a vice like death grip. Not this time,... I tell you... I have plans for this morning, for the next few hours. Another plunge in and I can feel it boiling up through my penis. I pull my dick out of you and your hands are there. You stoke my manhood as the molten ejaculate erupts onto your stomach and breasts. You stroke and stroke until I buckle from the sensation and collapse over you, only my outstretched arms keeping me from crushing you. I fall to the side and you snuggle up to my arm pit again, your head resting on my shoulder. I love this feeling. You touch me everywhere with your fingers. Your eyes, green as ever, but smiling now, still staring directly into mine.
We will make love twice more that morning. Each time, learning just a little more about each other. And then, the inevitability of the day makes its claim. We spend the last half hour together gathering up our things, showering, kissing, holding on to each other and then gathering up more stuff. We walk out to the elevator, you're arm is around mine and you're leaning into me, the way people who know each other really well do. Your head is on my shoulder. We get on the elevator and we go down to the lobby. I check out and now the long walk to our vehicles. Will we do this again, you ask. Would you want to, I reply. Who knew it would work out like this when we started out months ago. We lead different lives. We have other obligations. But we shared something really cool this morning. You know, I say, I have to come through here later in the week. Your eyes widen, I can almost see your mind, mentally checking the schedule in your brain. When? You ask me. Friday, I tell you. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know. I put you in your car. You're not as, ...hmmm sad (?)... as you were a minute ago. Before I close the door I lean into the car and our lips meet once again. It's sweet, it's good. I stand up and say, maybe Friday then? You smile at me, your green eyes are so tough to look away from. This is the roughest time. The walk to your car felt like we did miles instead of yards. But the promise of another morning has lightened my steps. I turn and walk to my truck. You follow me in your car. The window comes down and you call me over. One more kiss you say to me. Who am I to argue with that request?
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