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she is tall and athletic, with short brown hair tipped with
a silver tint. the tint in her hair reminds him of women he
knew five years ago; it adds an almost archaic touch to her
girlish face. her eyes are bright; they dart around the room
playfully. she wears a touch of eyeshadow and a touch of
lipstick. she licks her lips and they stay wet. he thinks of
her pussy lips wet, with the hair around them trimmed short and
neat like the hair on her head. she puts a hand to her mouth
and bites at her fingernail. the hand is strong, with long
fingers, but the skin on it is so smooth. he thinks of her
hands stroking his chest, playing with his hard cock, her smooth
fingers stroking its smooth skin. he wants to push his cock
into her wet pussy lips, rub it against the place deep inside
her. he wants her to be sensitive there, so he can please her
that way.
*
he takes off all her clothes first. all her skin is smooth
and firm. her pussy lips are glistening, naked with the hair
around them trimmed. while he undresses she just sits on the
edge of the bed, breathing deeply, watching him. she wants to
be passive with him. her bright eyes flicking over his body
make him hard. as he walks toward her she gazes at his cock.
he kneels between her legs and they kiss deeply, her
breasts and belly pressed against him. he reaches between them
and finds her mound and rubs it. it's the first time he's
touched her there and she says "ohh". he kisses her neck.
she rubs her smooth hands on his smooth chest. she is very wet.
he pushes her back onto her back and spreads her outer lips and
licks her, sweet and sour and feminine. he spreads her inner
lips, slippery and smooth. he teases and strokes her clitoris
with his tongue, she is squirming, she puts her hands to his
head but he breaks away and reaches around her legs and holds
her wrists, and then plunges into her with just his tongue. she
struggles against him as he teases her, twists her wrists around
in his hands. she moans and then holds her breath and then
comes, struggling all the way through it.
she rests, still breathing hard, her muscles working. he
watches her. he thinks of her on the basketball court. the
spectators can see her bare legs and arms, but none of them have
seen her naked breasts, her pubic hair. he thinks of her
playing basketball naked, of her walking down a busy street
barefoot and naked -- his cock glows with heat, hard against her
thigh -- and he knows she could do that with the same dignity
and the same eros that she does fully clothed.
she sits up, her eyes still bright, and he stands between
her legs. she takes the head of his cock in her mouth and sucks
on it gently, gently, rubbing her tongue on the underside.
pleasure swirls up through him from her tongue. he feels her
teasing the first drops out along the underside. he strokes her
hair, feeling the shiny places where the frost is. sometimes her
eyes are closed, sometimes looking up at him. she sucks deeper,
her eyelids fluttering, her lips leaving little lipstick marks
on the smooth skin of his cock. he feels his cock gripped as if
by velvet. they pull away from each other and she opens the
condom and rolls it onto him, brushing against his balls,
looking up into his eyes. they both know how she wants him.
he puts the pillows across the middle of the bed and she
lies on them face down, her bottom thrust up, so passive for
him. she parts her legs and he can see her pussy, shiny and wet
again. he mounts her, poised over her on his hands and knees,
and probes for the place with his cock. it takes a long time to
find it, but he wants it that way and when he finds it he pushes
inside. she is warm and slippery and tight inside. he pushes
in as far as he can to feel it down the length of his cock.
they move and push and find their rhythm. her muscles grip him
in spasms as her body rocks toward him. his elbows tremble with
every burst of pleasure. she thrusts her firm bottom against
his belly, massaging him there. she rubs her breasts with her
hands, her cheek against the bed, and then props herself on her
elbows so that as they rock, her breasts brush against the
sheets. she just wants him to fuck her and fuck her until she
comes.
her hands are clawing at the sheets and she gathers up a
handful in each hand, and she holds her breath but this time
exhales it all in a wrenching cry, trembling all over. she
comes for a long time, gasping, squirming as he thrusts inside
her. the muscles of her pussy twitching around his cock send
him, and he pushes hard against her, as deep as he can inside,
where he comes, feeling his cock pump inside her, his elbows
suddenly shaking wildly, unable to support him. he lets himself
down on her and feels all her smooth skin against him, and they
strain against each other for the last of the orgasm.
*
he looks at her across the room as she reads. she has a
long firm body and a sweet face with hints of make-up. her eyes
flick up to meet his; and, seated as they are, fully clothed as
they are, not moving any muscle, he gets hard; and he knows she
is getting wet.
*
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