Tuesday, May 25, 2004
story time (part 2) ...
Part 1 is here...
Love Seat
So it was hardly surprising when they next met, they strayed back at her apartment after an evening of film and dinner. Jazz played on the stereo and the meeting of minds on her loveseat turned into a fevered meeting of lips, of flesh. Impassioned, yet still impossibly tender, they took their time, savoring one another’s feel and scent and taste.
They found themselves with nude torsos. She sat on the loveseat, looking down at him as he kneeled between her legs. His strong, gentle fingers caressed her breasts as he took her right nipple in his warm mouth, teasing it with his talented tongue. Back and forth he moved, giving each nipple equal time until shudders ran through her. She realized that he had helped her achieve another best, another first: the first time she climaxed from sensual attentions paid only to her breasts. Though small, the shudders were definitely orgasmic in nature. Wonder blended with, enhanced her climax, for she never knew such a thing was possible. She silently thanked him for his talent.
She pulled him upwards and kissed him with an intensified fervor. He slid back onto the loveseat beside her, never breaking contact. They remained clothed from the waist down, but still they thrilled to the feeling of skin pressing, brushing against skin in the cool night air. Of its own volition her hand found the outline of his penis through his pants, hard and –- of a most respectable size.
He moaned against her lips, enjoying her attentions for a few moments, then he, however reluctantly, pushed her away.
to be continued…
Love Seat
So it was hardly surprising when they next met, they strayed back at her apartment after an evening of film and dinner. Jazz played on the stereo and the meeting of minds on her loveseat turned into a fevered meeting of lips, of flesh. Impassioned, yet still impossibly tender, they took their time, savoring one another’s feel and scent and taste.
They found themselves with nude torsos. She sat on the loveseat, looking down at him as he kneeled between her legs. His strong, gentle fingers caressed her breasts as he took her right nipple in his warm mouth, teasing it with his talented tongue. Back and forth he moved, giving each nipple equal time until shudders ran through her. She realized that he had helped her achieve another best, another first: the first time she climaxed from sensual attentions paid only to her breasts. Though small, the shudders were definitely orgasmic in nature. Wonder blended with, enhanced her climax, for she never knew such a thing was possible. She silently thanked him for his talent.
She pulled him upwards and kissed him with an intensified fervor. He slid back onto the loveseat beside her, never breaking contact. They remained clothed from the waist down, but still they thrilled to the feeling of skin pressing, brushing against skin in the cool night air. Of its own volition her hand found the outline of his penis through his pants, hard and –- of a most respectable size.
He moaned against her lips, enjoying her attentions for a few moments, then he, however reluctantly, pushed her away.
to be continued…
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