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Their first get together
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Their first get together Hi ... I wrote this a while ago. Hope you like it  Ben When he walked into the room, he was delighted to find her wearing high heels and that little black dress he’d seen in the photos she sent. That dress had kept him awake on more than one occasion. It was the very definition of “little” – figure-hugging, short and revealing a pleasing amount of cleavage. Not many could wear it well, but she did. And it looked even better in the flesh. With just a smile as a greeting, he walked up to her, cupped her face in his hands and then kissed her, ever so tenderly, on the lips. Though they’d never met before, it was like they were old friends, and they both knew that if that first kiss became too passionate, things would get out of control way too quickly. So they held back a little … When their lips parted, he looked intently into her eyes, as if daring her to stop him, then dropped his hands into hers and stepped around behind her. He had to step back and admire her figure as he’d done so many times in the photos … but this was a whole new sensual experience. Her beautiful smooth curves were a sight to behold, and he had to almost force himself to stop staring and return his attention to her first hand. Moving back to her, he slid his hands around her waist to hug her tight, and as he nuzzled into her neck, smelling her perfume, his hands drifted up to cup her full breasts and squeeze her tighter. He could feel her nipples growing firm under his touch … clearly she wasn’t wearing a bra … and that just increased his heart rate even further. Until now her breathing had been steady, but when he slid his hands down and gripped the hem of her dress and coaxed it up to her waist, her breathing became just a little ragged. When his hands slid back down again, he discovered she was wearing a g-string … his favourite … he was finding it difficult to maintain his composure. His hands drifted across her tummy and to her thighs, caressing her with the lightest of touches. He was revelling in the smoothness of her skin and his attention was focussed entirely on how she felt and how she was responding to him. As it was, she was pushing her beautiful behind firmly into his groin and the intensity of even that simple act was causing him to lose concentration. To regain control, he dropped down onto his knees behind her, his hands on her thighs, and then, ever so lightly, began to kiss and taste her skin of her bottom with tiny flicks of his tongue. Her skin flourished into goose bumps almost instantly and she drew a sudden breath. It tickled, but wonderfully. He continued for a little while, licking and kissing the lovely round curves of her bum and upper thighs, and he could tell, through her scent alone, that she was getting excited. He teased her by drawing his tongue ever closer to that piece of paradise between her legs and occasionally running his hand between her thighs – almost touching, but not quite. She found herself wriggling in response, trying to make contact, to feel that delicious pressure, but he managed to do little more than give away a tantalising brush of his hand against the band of thin material concealing her increasingly wet pussy. Keen to move things along himself, he stood up and took her hand as he turned her around. He kissed her quickly, but intensely on the mouth, then led her across the room to the couch. She sat down for him, looking up a little coyly, blushing just a tiny bit because she knew what was coming … and for that same reason, she kept her legs together as he leant down to once again kiss her. Though the leather on the couch was a bit cool to touch, she melted back under the weight of his kiss and relaxed into the moment. With that permission, he broke away from their kiss, knelt down beside her and, running his hands up the outside of her thighs, he took the waistband of her little black g-string in his fingers and slowly started to ease it down. To help him, she lifted her bottom up, then pulled her legs up as her pulled her last bit of modesty past her knees and down over her high heels. Now, naked from the waist down, she was vulnerable, but incredibly excited … even wetter with anticipation. As she expected (and very much hoped), he moved around in front of her, and gently eased himself between her knees, parting her legs as he again leant forward to kiss her – gazing intently into her eyes as he did. For what seemed like an age to her, he slowly worked his way down her body, kissing, licking, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress with his teeth … ever so slowly down to her tummy, caressing swirling … bypassing her wetness, down to her inner thighs … licking, kissing, teasing … Then back up again until … finally … she felt his tongue on her … up and down, opening her pussy like a delicate flower, flicking, probing, sucking. She was lost in a world of bliss … pleasure growing In intensity. He played with her for a while, learning what pressed her buttons, what rhythm, how much pressure, what combination of movements caused her to lose herself that little bit more, Eventually, there came the deep ragged breaths, moans of pleasure, sounds that she didn’t know she was making … and then, at last, the rush, the delicious warmth spreading up through her body, blocking out everything else. He rode the wave with her, pressing his mouth against her, holding her tight. And when she started to come down from her orgasm, he put his arms under her knees and lifted her legs up and apart, exposing her absolutely and fully. This was his pleasure, her beautiful wetness, hot, open. He gazed at the most intimate part of her in delight, lust and wonder … then, once again put his mouth to her, his tongue weaving its own magic, bringing her orgasm again and again as he revelled in her loss of control. Finally, he couldn’t help but slide his fingers inside her, slowly in and out, then increasing the pace while he again teased her clitoris with his tongue. This combination of his fingers inside her and his tongue on her clit took things to a whole new level. She came again and again under his attentions … until she was dripping wet and utterly drained. Finally opening her eyes and gazing into his, she decided to exact her revenge. And with a determined smile, she started to take control of the situation … When he stood up, she could see he was very excited by what he had just been doing to her. Very. She held out her hand, and taking it, he helped her stand up. She found herself (surprisingly) just a little unsteady on her feet. He was good, but she was determined to be better. Stepping right up to him, she put one hand on his shoulder and as she kissed him, she put her other hand firmly on the bulge in his crotch. He did not back away. But she did … looking him squarely in the eyes before turning her back to him. “Unzip me.” She instructed him. The first words spoken since he walked into the room. He obliged, but as he went to caress her shoulders, she stepped (almost defiantly) away, turned, and started to lift her dress up over her head. She wiggled her body just a little as she did so, giving him a tantalising view of her now completely naked form. She spun around, showing off her figure, teasing him even more, and staying just out of his reach. “No fair.” He pouted. So, with a wicked look, she sidled back up to him and helped him strip off his shirt. She was pleased to find he was not overly<b> endowed </font></b>with chest hair … just enough for her liking. He was muscular too. Not over-done. Toned from a physical working life. His nipples, like hers, were bullet-hard. But who could blame them! And it was then she noticed he had somehow managed to remove his shoes while he was going down on her. “Clever”; she thought to herself. Shoes and socks aren’t very sexy. Again, with a wicked look in her eyes, she dropped to her knees and started to undo his belt and jeans. Very soon, she had his very hard cock in her hand. It was pleasingly thick and heavy and she very much wanted him inside her – but not yet. She could see in his eyes that he was dying for her to suck him. Wanting to prolong the agony, she found that little amount of pre-cum at the tip of his erection and used her tongue to spread it around, running her tongue and lips up and down the underside of his shaft, circling the tip and back down again to play a little with his balls. Every now and then she’d look very deliberately up into his eyes, his cock oh so close to her open mouth. He loved it and hated it at the same time. After more of her expert attention and teasing, he was almost quivering, strung tight like a wire rope about to snap. She looked up into his eyes, licked the length of his shaft again and, to his eternal gratitude, took him deep into her mouth. She played with him like that for a while, sucking, using her tongue, carefully teasing him with her teeth – but never letting him have control, and while so doing, helped him out of the rest of his clothes, so that he too was completely naked. They were now on a level playing field, except that he was dying to cum, and she was not about to let him. Not yet anyway. When it became clear he was very close to the point of no return, she released him from his “torture”, and returned to her feet. He was, strangely enough, a little relieved. He did not want this experience to end any sooner than it absolutely had to. At that point she turned and walked through to the bedroom, giving him a fabulous view of her butt as she sauntered away. It took him a slight moment for him to shake himself out of his revere and to realise he should follow, so he quickly joined her. “Lie down.” She instructed him … and he obediently did just that, stretching himself out on the bed like a cat about to get the cream. “Hands above your head.” She said, “And keep them there.” Not really knowing what he was about to get into, but happy to play along, he quickly complied. At that, she knelt down onto the bed, rubbing her body against his as she snaked upwards, finally positioning her breasts over his eager mouth. He didn’t really notice as she gently clamped his hands together with one of her own. Nor did he notice her draw the scarf out from under the pillow … he was too intent on playing with her nipples. But he did notice when she quickly wrapped the scarf around his wrists and tied him (albeit not very securely) to the bed head. “Now, be a good boy,” she told him, “and all your wishes will come true.” And with that, she magically produced a blindfold, and he suddenly found himself deprived of the dual pleasures of seeing her and touching her. Figuring that there was probably something pretty special in store, he relaxed, and decided to let her have her way with him. She stood back to take a look at her handiwork and admire her captive. Whilst not exactly a Greek god, he had a smooth, reasonably slim physique and his cock, well, that was really quite nice and had not flagged despite the lack of direct attention for the last little while. For his next surprise, she went to the bedside table and took out a bottle of massage oil, and proceeded to drizzle it all over him. He drew a sharp breath when the cold oil hit the skin of his chest, and he continued to squirm as she worked her way down his body, putting a lot more than was necessary on his erection. It was fun to watch him wriggle – but enough of that. Once again she crawled onto the bed, this time pressing her body to his, giving him a true body massage, rubbing herself all over him, squashing her ample breasts against his chest, straddling one of his legs with her own, pressing her groin into him, sliding over him and enjoying the slipperiness of it all. For fun, she nestled his hard cock between her breasts and squeezed them together. His automatic, almost involuntary response was to start thrusting just a little. He was getting well and truly worked up again. But again, enough of that … She kicked off her high heels, slid up his body then, straddling him, stood up. What a view he would have of her pussy, if only he could see. As if reading his mind, she grasped the bed head, and slowly lowered herself down, so her open, wet pussy hovered just above his mouth. He could smell her heat, and he arched up to taste her. And she responded by lowering herself down just a little more, allowing him to put his tongue deep inside her, to kiss and suck on her again. She found herself grinding her aching sex on his mouth and lips. Oh god, it felt so good … but his cock still beckoned her. It was time. To his momentary disappointment, she stood up suddenly and hopped off the bed. Though he couldn’t see for himself, he soon discovered she had taken a condom from the bedside table – she was now expertly placing the sheath over his almost painful erection. ‘Thank god,’ he thought to himself. ‘At last!’ “Are you ready baby?” She asked. He just smiled and nodded. Once again she crawled onto the bed and straddled his body. She was quite sure he wanted her as much as she wanted him so, lifting herself up on her knees, she reached between her legs, took his swollen cock is her hand and gently guided the tip right where she so badly wanted it to be. Then, slowly, she lowered herself onto him, savouring the feeling of fullness as his length disappeared inside her until he could go no deeper. She stopped for just a moment, taking a breath, just feeling him there, and then she began to grind herself against his pubis. The sensation was breathtaking and she braced herself by placing her hands on his shoulders as she buried him as deep as possible inside her. After moments of blissful grinding, she found she had to raise herself up and down – to fuck him – slowly at first, then a little faster, and faster still. ‘Oh god’, she thought, ‘this is …’ And the thoughts were lost in just pure physical pleasure. The pleasure she was experiencing was not lost on him, and he found himself, very steadily losing his self-control. When she stopped for a moment, he could not help but thrust into her again and again. Damn the scarf. He tore his wrists free, and clamped her thighs down hard onto his body, locking them together. She started grinding into him again, her head thrown back, breasts heaving, fucking him and fucking him and fucking him. With a groan, he uttered his first words: “Oh for crying out loud …” And he came … finally … deep, long pulses, muscles taught throughout his body, back arched, deep ragged breaths as he emptied himself into her … that powerful, outrageously sensational feeling chasing absolutely all thoughts from his mind. Spent, he relaxed, and she with him. Lowering her torso onto his, she slid away the blindfold and nestled into his neck, just breathing and each allowing the other to take in the significance of the moment. He hugged her, and gently kissed her on the cheek. They stayed that way for a while, joined, eyes closed, just being. Eventually she sat up, then started to lift herself off him, smiling into his eyes as she did so. The condom, gladly, had done its job, and tenderly, she took it off him. The weight of it surprised her a little and, holding it up, she found it was fuller than most she’d seen. “Wow,” she said, “That’s a lot!” “Well,” he replied with a grin. “It has been a while.” |
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