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The dinner we had was exquiste, your choice of restaurants divine. We ate slowly casually talking about this and that over soft candlelight in the dim setting. Several times during dinner my eyes absently roamed over the number of couples seated around us, wondering how many of them had any idea who you were, not by sight of course, but by random searching forays into the delicious world of erotica on the internet. They might remeber the sweetness of your stories, stories colored by desperate longing, the things written between the lines, words you let go unspoken. During dinner we have said nothing of your writing, the cause of me being here. Once I read them, I had to meet you, if only to know that what I believed was true. Calm, refined, elegant, you chose the restaurant, walked me from my townhouse here, pulled out chairs and even offered to pay, a request which I readily refused. Now we are walking home, alone on the quiet streets, wet pavement still issues scent from the past rain. Under the warm glow of the streetlights, I slip my arm through yours and sigh contentedly. “You are a very good writer,” I breathe into the cool night air. “Thank you,” you reply politely. “I really like reading your stories,” I say looking up at you. “I’m glad.” “Why are they always so one sided?” I ask bluntly. You give a soft chuckle and a confused frown in my direction. “One sided?” “Yes. In the stories with you, you always focus on her, she never focuses on you. Why is that?” “I don’t know,” you say quickly. “I guess that’s just the way....’ Your voice trials off as if you don’t want to finish the sentence. I stop walking and turrn my body to face you. “Just the way you are?” I complete for you. You look into my eyes silently nodding, eyes as quiet as you voice. “In one of them she didn’t even touch you,” I whisper. “You aren’t really like that are you?” You say nothing, but lower your eyes. I realize that for your eloquent writing you are still hesitant to discuss sexual things with women, probably afraid of offending or insulting them. It is a gentle mannerism that is not lost on me. “Don’t you ever want something just for yourself?” I pose. You look away quickly, giving a gentle, breathy laugh, almost nervous. I place my palm against your face and turn your eyes back to mine. As I sofly caress the side of your face and your neck I say, “It’s good to want things sometimes. You have to want something.” “I do,” you whisper. “Good.” I slip my arm back inside yours and start to walk again. “Let’s go.” We stop in front of my house, me on the steps and you just below me. I’m short so the steps bring us eye to eye. “Home sweet home,” you laugh as I fumble for the keys. “Would you like to come in?” I ask. “I don’t think that would be right,” you say. “Why not?” “Because....” You smile as if I should understand the rest of your unspoken words. I understand but I won’t let you off that easy. “Because why?” “Because,” you say softly, looking deeply at me, “I might do ...something.” “Oh I see,” I breath with a laugh. I look back into your eyes just as deeply. “I think you should come inside.” “You do?” “Yes I do.” I take your hand in mine, opening the door and leading you in. The house is warm, inviting. I silde my sweater off my shoulders, wearing only the light dress beneath. I reach for your coat and slide it slowly off your shoulders. I invite you into the living room, telling you to have a seat on the couch. I ask if you want a drink, and bring you one from the kitchen. When I return you are sitting casually on the couch, one arm thrown over the back, leg crossed. I sit next to you handing your drink over. I find you are watching my large salt water aqurium across the room, fish dancing lightly in the water. “You like fish?” I ask. “I like water,” you say, turning your face, so that it is just inches from mine. The closeness startles you, but you don’t pull away. I nod and curl my feet under me, snuggling closer to you. I feel the arm on the back of the couch slide slowly around my shoulders. We sit like this for a bit, talking about oceans, fish, my aquarium, just relaxing. Slowly your hand works its way to my waist. I notice but say nothing. It eventually drops lower, resting gently on my buttocks, warm through the thin material. I look over at you when it happens, not sure you even notice, as you are talking. I look up with an amused smile, until you look down with a bemused grin. I indicate your hand with my eyes, and the second you notice it, you snatch it away. “I’m sorry,” you say quickly. “Don’t be,” I say, reaching for your hand. I pull it around my shoulders, holding it in my own hands. I place it in front of me, looking it over carefully. I rotate it, so the palm is facing up and gently place a kiss on your wrist. “You have nice hands.” I kiss you again, this time, running my tongue over the skin. I feel you suck in a breath of air as I do. I entertwine my fingers in yours as I kiss my way slowly down the inside of your forearm. I feel your body shift below me, as I raise your palm to my mouth and kiss it softly. As I pull away you place one finger on my lips, slowly tracing the outline of them. “You have a beautiful mouth,” you say breathless. “Thank you.” You lean over to kiss me, softly at first, then with more passion, your tongue gently teasing my lips. You moan inside my mouth as my own lips open and I suck your tongue inside my mouth, my hand gently curling in your hair. It is a long kiss, deep and passionate, one that leaves us both breathless as we pull away from each other. You realize how quickly this is moving and exactly where it will go if you stay. “I should go,” you whisper roughly. “I don’t think so.” “I just met you,” you say earnestly. “Then you have nothing to prove to me.” “I don’t want you to think I’m using you.” I laugh heartily at this, knowing that all along, I have been the agressor. “I definately won’t think that. Do you know what I want?” “What?” “I want to see you lost so deeply in your own passion you can’t think of anything but that.” You stare back in free galleries of older women stunned slience for a moment. “But...” you begin to say. “No buts,” I smile, “just feel. If you want to make me happy, you’ll do this.” You seem kind of hesitant at first, but I leave very little time for indecision. I kiss you softly again, raising on my knees as I do. You respond to my lips as they move over you easily, wrapping your hands on my back. I sit up, push your leg over to the floor and sit on your lap facing you, my legs straddling yours. I smile as I kiss you again, this time moving my lips to your jaw line, light kisses down to your throat. I hear you groan under me as I lick along the skin. I want to taste more so I carefully unbutton your shirt. You seem pleased about this, but still a little unsure. I unbutton all the way to your waist and tug the shirt tail out slightly. I slide my warm palms over your chest, watching you close your eyes as I run my fingernails over your skin, thumbs teasing at your nipples. Slowly I push the shirt open and spread it to the sides, asking you to sit up so I can remove it. I place it on the back of the couch, now seeing you exposed from the waist up in my warm room. Now I can kiss and touch your chest all I want to. My head dips to your chest, kissing in circles and licking behind them gently with the tip of my tongue. My lips find your nipples and I cover them with my mouth, hearing you moan above me as my tongue teases them unmercifully. When I kiss my way to the other one, I feel your hands cup my buttocks firmly, pulling me tight against your growing erection. I moan when you do and your head snaps up. “Did I pull you to hard?” “No,” I smile. You smile back into my eyes warmly. Slowly I slide myself between your legs, hands running from the sides of your face, down your chest, across your tensing stomach, to the buckle of your belt. I kneel there, slowly undoing your belt and sliding the zipper down slowly. I run my hand inside and over the growing bulge in your pants, watching you moan in delight as I squeeze and release it gently, feeling it grow even harder. I ask you to raise as I tug off your pants, and the underwear you have on. I lay them beside your shirt and I turn to gaze back at you, on my couch, naked in front of me. I smile in delight as my hands run over your legs slowly, giving them a gentle massage as I go. I place a soft teasing kiss on the inside of your thigh, feeling you tense at the unexpected sensation under me and giggling at the response you give me. I slide my hands up your legs to your hips as I look up. “What are you going to do?” you ask with a smile. “I’ll give you three guess and the first two don’t count,” I tease. You smile back and I exhale hot breath onto your waiting cock. I watch you shiver with excitement, even as the words come out of your mouth. “You don’t have to do that, if you don’t want to,” you say with your eyes closed. “I know some girls don’t like to.” “Shut up, Phillip,” I laugh, licking along your inner thigh, moving closer and closer. When my tongue reaches your balls it reaches out to carress them. You reward me with a moan of utter pleasure. I know what you like now and I’m not letting you go. I lick them more firmly, them raise my hand to cup them. Lifting them slightly, I open my eyes as my mouth opens again as this time they slip inside. “Oh God,” you breath as I suck on them softly, rolling my tongue around them. You move your hips softly under me. Hearing you like this, feeling you like this is beyond erotic, it is sublime. I open my eyes to see your head back in ecstasy and I release yuor balls into my hand once again. Now my tongue moves in a slow pattern up you hard cock, licking the underside gently, up to the head and back down again. You’re moans are incredible, they send fire through my body. I start at the bottom again, this time wrapping my toungue around the shaft and sliding up. Once I reach the top I notice the pre-cum forming there. I kiss the head softly, kissing away the delicious fluid, reaching out with my tongue to tease a bit. “Oh yes,” you shudder feeling my tongue. I wrap my hand around your shaft and take long slow licks at your cock head, wanting to hear you moan like this all night. My thumb rubs at the sensitive spot right below the head as involuntarily you arch up to me. I laugh and softly push you back down to the couch, not giving you a chance to speak or apologize. I wrap my lips around your cock firmly and begin to suck you gently. “Oh God..... Oh my God.. Oh yessss.” My efforts are renewed by your words and I slide you further into my mouth. My other hand cups your balls and massages them slowly. Above me, you are panting and gasping for air, exactly what I want you to do. Loving every minute of this, I work the underside of your cock with my tongue, tasting more of your delicious fluid once again. I know you are close, I can feel you expanding in my mouth. I pull off of you, standing up slowly. Your eyes opens slowly, smile crossing your face. “That was wonderful,” you whisper. “It’s not over yet,” I sigh, my zipper giving way behind me with a gentle swish of fabric. The dress falls to the floor as you sit up, closer to me, standing before you in only black bra, underwear and garter belt. Slowly I slide the bra off me, down the arms, unhooking the back, breasts now free to the air. I shiver at the cool feel of the air, but it is a gentle shiver. Next I unhook the garter belt, sliding it off, followed by my stockings, one after the other. You reach out your hands to me. I take them softly, feeling you reel me in. Your hands reach around my waist as your lips find my nipples, already hard. I moan as you touch them with your lips. I put my hand on your shoulders to steady myself. Your other hand traces it’s way up the outside of my thigh then the interior. I wait breathlessly as your hand lingers just below my panties. I know you can feel my heat, but you seem to enjoy teasing me like this. You switch to the other nipple and I sigh against you. Finally after what seems like an enternity you hand presses against the wet material of my soft underwear, running your fingers through my wet lips. “Ohhhhhh,” I breath as you move with me . I feel your hands tugging the panties down slowly and I spread my legs so that you can get them off easier, stepping out as they hit the floor. One of your hands holds me to you as you kiss your way down my stomach and the other moves back up my thigh. When I feel your finger enter my wetness I nearly swoon with ecstasy. You move it slowly in and out, feeling how wet I already am as you kissing mouth draws closer and closer. I feel you inching along, lips at the hairlne, lips on the mound, and finally....... “Oh God!” I cry as you tongue makes contact with my clit. I shake uncontrollably in your arms, but you hold me to you firmly, waiting for me to calm down, deep breaths against you. Your tongue is like liquid fire to me, and I know I can’t take this for much longer. You insert another finger inside my tightness and I moan again. Your mouth works magic on my clit and I feel the sensations welling up inside me. You drive me to the brink, teasing with your lips, sucking it in your mouth and fianally, when you nibble it gently with your teeth, you send me over the edge in an orgasmic frenzy of movement and screams. My body shakes against you, and still you don’t let up, driving me crazy with pleasure. Soon, though, my legs feel too weak to hold me up and I sink into your arms, breathing heavily. I kiss your wet lips hungrily. “Oh that was very nice,” I sigh against you. My hand reaches for your cock. As I expect it is hard as a rock and you jump like fire when I touch it. You must be dying, but you say nothing. “You feel so hard,” I whisper. “I am,” you breath back, eyes closed as I slowly stroke your turgid member. “I almost made you cum before.” “I was very close.” “How close?” “A few more seconds like that and you would have known,” you laughed. Your laughter turned into a moan as I squeezed your cock gently. “As close as this?” I asked. You panted hotly, gasping for air as your cock desperatley throbbed in my hand “Almost,” you wince as you sucked in air. “Faster, please.” My hand stilled and pulled away from you. You looked at me so pleadingly, with quiet desperation in your eyes. “What....” “Just tell me what you want Phillip,” I said, lips pressed against your shoulder. “Just tell me and I’ll give it to you. “Ohhhh....” “Just say it. It’s yours.” “I want to be inside you,” you finally managed. “Then lay down,” I order gently. You spead yourself out on your back along the edge of the couch on the floor. I slide myslef over you, pracriously dangling my wet lips above the swollen head. I lower down a bit, slowly rubbing the head against the wetness of my lips. You moaned in almost agony and arch up to try to be inside me. This is exactly how I wanted you. I move up to avoid you, and look down. “What do you want?” I tease softly. “I want to be inside you,” you moan rolling your head back, eyes closed. “Why?” “Because I want you so bad, I’m going to die is I don’t feel you around me.” I smile and move off of you, sitting back on the floor. You feel me move and sit up slowly. I sit across from you and spread my legs, leaning back. “If you want me,” I whisper, “then come and take me.” In an instant you slide over the empty space and slide into me with one hard push. “Oh yes, God, yes!” I scream as I feel you slide completely in me. Above me, you are trembling in pleasure, feeling my walls enclose your full length for the first time. With a deep breath you slowly begin to move. “Oh God,” you sigh feeling the warm aching. “Oh I want you so bad. I want to be so deep inside you.” “I know,” I breath as you push in again. “I want you to feel everything. Move like you want to.” “Ahhhhhhhh........” “Feel it grow inside you.... oh, can you feel that... that’s lust baby...” “Ohhhhh yesssssssss......” You start to stroke faster and harder now. I know I have you at the point, just a little will put you over the top, and I know what that little is. “I know you want to fuck me baby..... I know you want to fuck..... you can forget about making love....we’ve already done that... now I want you to fuck me.....” “Yessss....,” I hear you growl above me, eyes dark. My body reacts like lightning as you slam harder. “Yes, baby, yes... I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard... so hard I can’t move.. I’m yours now....do it baby.” “Oh fuck you.... yes..... mmmmmmmm... yes, ahhhhh ....yessssss” You were slamming into my pussy now, so hard I was reeling in ecstasy, breasts bouncing around below you, hands grasping at your shoudlers. Above me you looked intesely into my eyes as you picked up the pace even faster. “Oh God, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk......... want to..... sooooo....ooohhh Goddddddd.....” “Yes, baby,” I sighed, wrapping my legs around you, my orgasm approaching at light speed. I pressed my clit hard on your thrusting member. “Oh God, baby.. yessssss.. ohh yessssssssss.....AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH ....” I screamed as my climax washed over me. You increased pace over me as my walls clung to your cock, milking it strongly as the waves crashed over me. I knew you were close and that was what sent you off. Thrusting so hard I thought you would rip me apart you shoved all your weight into me. “Baby... baby...ooohhhhhh,” you cried as you felt the intensity build, never feeling this much before, almost afriad of what was to come, but never daring to turn back. You thrust harder into my screaming pussy, one, twice, and then you came. A force so strong, you screamed so loudly, it was almost a roar, you shoved so hard against me, I cling to you as we slide across the floor a few feet, your body convulsing and shaking above me as stream after stream pumped into my waiting body, still moving in and out, my wetness mixing with your own. You collasped against me, head on my chest, breathing so heavily, sweat covering your body in a soft sheen. My hands softly roam your body as I feel you softening inside me, brushing wet hair off your face, as you finally return to normal breathing after long moments of rest. You slide up my body, lips seeking out my throat, and eventually my own lips. Your kiss is as soft as you just were rough. “Thank you,” you whisper as you collapse aginst me again. “You’re welcome,” I whisper softly against your hair. “You’re welcome.”
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