Message-ID: <4943eli$9710161233@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: msmith1@mediaone.net Subject: Hott Afternoon Incident (story) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="hott.txt" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="hott.txt" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33CBEAF7.DD7@mediaone.net> So HOTT To See You! By Robert Steele He paused in the doorway to the bedroom as he watched her gracefully glide across the carpet. In the shadows he watched as she paused in front of the dresser, regarding her reflection in the mirror. Her nightgown slipped from her shoulders and fluttered to the floor as leaves do in the time of Autumn. Twisting her body left and right she appraised her lithesome form. Hands reach up to gently cup her still firm breasts as she turns sideways and smiles. Nipples stiffen as much from her caress as from the gentle draft from the ceiling fan. As she slowly massages herself, his hand descends to his trousers. Slowly and quietly his zipper eases down. Free from the constricting confines of the garment, his growing erection bobs slightly as he pushes down on his trousers to provide better access. The hand squeezes the rigid flesh in anticipation of what may come. She doesn't disappoint. Like the breeze blowing over her nude form, the fingertips of her hands slide slowly down her torso leaving tingling trails of excited flesh behind in their wake. Softly, she strokes her flanks and then the roundness of her derriere. Ever moving, ever exploring, she teases herself. She knows he's watching but doesn't acknowledge his presence. Now trailing fingers move to the insides of her thighs. Tauntingly she approaches the furry domain at their juncture. She sighs audibly as a fingertip brushes against the rising nub in the center. The snap of the button on his trousers is muffled by her low moan as he lowers his trousers to the floor. A hand rises to her lips; licking, sucking, she moistens her fingers while her other hand cups the mound of her sex. The damp fingers move quickly back to the furrow she so wants to explore. A finger glides up and down sending delicious shivers throughout her frame. One hand on a breast the other busy at the juncture of her thighs, she closes her eyes and arches her back. Knees quiver as she begins to probe inside herself. He steps clear of his trousers. The hardness of him rigid in the half light. She notices it out of the corner of her eye. A wicked little smile crosses her lips as she thrusts a second finger in to join the first. It excites her knowing he is watching and fondling himself. She has always wanted him to watch her as she has always wanted to watch him. She is afraid to stop and a little reluctant to continue. She knows as her excitement increases she will close her eyes, overcome with the pleasure and she doesn't want to miss a single second of his self-loving. Her body makes the decision for her. Her passion rises and her moans of pleasure fill the room. Now totally nude, he follows her motions with similar ones of his own. As she caresses her breasts, he does the same to his chest. As her fingers speed up and slow down in their thrusting his hand also changes pace to meet hers. She turns and faces him now. "Watch me," she hisses as she leans back against the dresser for support. Like an Adonis, his bronzed form moves into the light of the room. His rigid desire stands before him in mute testament of the effect she is having on him. Her gaze is riveted on his slowly stroking hand. "Ohh, yes, Baby!" She moans as both hands work her sweetness into a froth. She cannot take her gaze from his groin as he too uses two hands to stroke and caress himself. His approach stops when he is but a foot away from her. Each of their gazes is locked upon the other's sex. "Stroke it, Baby! Jack that cock while I fuck myself." She gasps between rapid intakes of breath. The head of his cock is purple with blood. Swollen with desire and slick with the moisture from the leaking pre-cum; the smacking sounds of his hands sliding up and down his manhood mixes with the squishing noises emanating from between her legs. "Unghhhh, ohhhh YES!" He exhorts as his own hips began to thrust forward and back. The first jet hits her just below the navel. As she sees the white fluid spring forth, she loses all control and succumbs to the rising flood of ecstacy that radiates from her loins. She cries out then whimpers as her orgasm sweeps over her like waves crashing on the beach. One after another, each seeming to crest just a little higher than the previous. Her knees buckle and she sinks to the floor, ankles beneath her, legs clamping together, hands now pressing firmly into her spasming nest. He bends down, lifts her up off the floor and carries her to the edge of the bed. She lies back, legs dangling over the side and his still rigid manhood slides slowly into her waiting depths. It is the beginning of a long afternoon of passion, of sharing and of the tenderness only two people in love can have together. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /