Message-ID: <19303eli$9901240426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Robert Kraft Subject: (ASSM){RobertKraft}"RightTurnOnBlack Chapter4: Purple Portrait" ((m/f), fp, rom, voy) [Part 2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <19990123173153.27977.rocketmail@send304.yahoomail.com> WARNING: These stories contain graphic language, sexual actions between M/F and F/F, as well as violence, illegal substance abuse, immorality, and illegal activity. If any of the above offend you, please do not read this story. All stories are copyright. These stories are two parts fact, one part fiction. Some names and places have been changed, and a few events are slightly different (usually cause I don't remember exact words spoken), but everything is pretty close to the real situation I experienced. If you recognize yourself in this story though, it isn't you! Please forward comments/requests to: RKraft99@yahoo.com Right Turn on Black by Robert Kraft Chapter 4: Purple Portrait - Part 2 (of 2) I decided to go for it, so I pushed my hand up, straight onto one of her breasts. I really couldn't believe it. I was touching through her bra, but it still felt different than anything else I had ever felt, so soft, fluid, and delicate, yet firm and strong at the same time. Such is the beauty of woman. I felt what had to be a nipple through the cottony cloth. I had heard that girl's nipples rise up when they are turned on. Michelle's felt a bit hard and were poking up a little from the smooth mound of her breast. Michelle pulled away from my mouth and let out a breathy sigh, turning to lie on her back. I didn't know what it meant, so I just kept massaging her breast delicately. I looked at her; her eyes were still closed. I propped myself up on an elbow and took her nipple between three fingers, through her bra. Michelle had been motionless for a bit, but as I felt her nipple she reached up and rubbed the back of my neck. Phew, I thought, at least she likes this. Looks like her nipple is sensitive. I worked her nipple a bit, noticing that it seemed to be getting a bit harder. I then took the whole breast into my hand again, and just felt it, trying to remember each and every feeling to it. I moved to her other breast. The rubbing on my neck turned into a gentle caress, which sent new waves of pleasure arcing through my body, from the crown of my head through my chest and waist, before dissipating in my legs. "Mmm, that feels really good," I whispered, taking her other nipple in my fingers now. "So does that," she purred. This is really sexy, I thought to myself. I wonder if other people do this so soon in a relationship. I wondered again if she had ever been with any other guys in this way. It was a strange mix of envy and horniness that went through me when I thought of that. Suddenly Michelle sat up, and before I could even think what was going on, she was peeling her T-shirt off. By the time I realized what she had done, she was lying down again, hand rubbing my neck. I will never forget the sight. Her face dimly but starkly lit from the side, leaving one half in complete darkness, the other in a pale haze, each half perfectly symmetrical. Her graceful neck, arched back just slightly, open to anything tender that could be delivered to it. Her smooth chest moving up and down, skin reflecting the surreal purple light from the lava lamp like a still lake reflecting moonlight. Her black bra, dark as a moonless Montana night, boldly daring the lamp to just try and reflect its glow off of the dusky fabric. Her twin breasts, departing so gracefully from the flat of her shoulders and neckline, traversing up in a small, gentle arc before disappearing under their black sheath. Her two nipples, pushing tautly against the protecting cloth of the bra, and thus betraying it by allowing the light to grab hold of an angle there: but for the nipples the bra was jet black; but alas, there the lamp caught the two firm buds and gave them the softest glow, almost unseen. I was transfixed, taking in the gently shimmering form before me. It was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. "Are you okay?" I heard a delicate voice ask. "Yeah," I said, not knowing how to tell her how I felt. "You look…" I trailed off. "What?" "Really… good," I managed, weakly. "Beautiful." "Thank you," she cooed. "To tell you the truth, I can't see you against the light." I reached back and turned off the lamp. "There," I said, "now we are on even ground." It was dark as hell. Her shades were closed, and the only light I could see was a very faint line of yellow glowing under her door. I could not make out my hand two inches in front of my face. For a few seconds, the faint glow of her features was still etched in my vision, but soon my eyes were clear and I was effectively blind. Only imagination could provide my visual stimulation now, but I let it go and concentrated on touch and sound. "Mmmm, it's really dark!" she breathed, resuming the caresses on my neck. I reached out a tentative hand, and felt her tummy again. I slowly caressed the expanse of skin, and painted my fingers upwards, back to her breast. Her nipples responded to my return with another slight hardening. Fascinating, I thought. It's like a sexual barometer. Her hand pulled on my neck, so I followed it, lying on my side next to her. Somehow our lips met before anything else did, and Michelle gave me a long, slow kiss, which I savored infinitely. My sex returned again, having been briefly subdued when I was immersed the sight of her. I continued a slow pinch of her nipple, turning it gently, trying different techniques and judging Michelle's reaction. I finished the kiss, eager to explore her neck. I laid a string of small smooches down her chin and to her neck. I lingered a bit more on each progressive kiss, as she turned her head up and away from me. I could feel her body moving a bit next to me. I was stretching to kiss her, so I pulled myself onto the bed a few more inches to relieve the strain on my neck. In the process I also pulled close against her side. As I was kissing her neck with a bit more intensity, I tried to figure out how to remove the bra. I wanted to peel it away gently. I slowly drew my hand to the valley between her two soft mounds and traced a lone finger down to the center of her bra. I felt it with my thumb and finger; there was no clasp that I could feel. It had to be a back-hitch. As if guessing what I was up to, Michelle gently pushed me away, and sat up. "Can I do it?" I whispered quickly, as I felt her arm reach behind her. "Sure," she answered. I reached out, and touched her back in the darkness. She had turned a bit away from me. I felt her bra back and then followed it to the clasp. I breathed in deeply, took the two sides and unhooked the three hooks. I felt the sides pulled apart, and hang loosely from the shoulder straps. I didn't reach around to touch the jewels just yet; rather, I firmly traced two fingers on either side of her spine, running down from her neck to her jeans. I had gotten a massage at my dad's club once and I remembered liking that a lot. Michelle let out a long breath. I repeated the pattern a few times, and then rubbed her upper back with my thumbs. I worked from her spine out to her shoulders and then back in again, using small-pressured circles. Michelle was breathing deeply, and I felt her body relaxing a bit. It was awkward turning to my side to work, so I gently grabbed her waist. Mm-hm, it felt good! "Here, get up for a sec." She stood up, and I guided her so she was standing in front of me, still with her back to me. I sat further back on the bed and opened my legs, pulling gently down on her waist. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her butt pressed back against my hips and thighs. I tried not to think of the position we were in, for it felt extremely sexy and I didn't want to freak out. I reached up and continued my massage. Every time I passed the shoulder straps of her bra I pushed them a little more off the shoulder. Eventually they fell off to the sides. My hands crawled across her back. My touch was firm but delicate; strong yet gentle. "God, Rob, what are you doing to me? I feel like I'm on fire." "You are," I whispered into her ear. "Have you done this before?" she asked, with a hint of worry. "Never. You are the first girl I've ever even really kissed," I said. "You are a natural romantic, then. This feels really good." I thought briefly of kissing Clara under the bush on Halloween. That doesn't really count, I said to myself, because she was drunk and wasn't interested in me. I made my way down her back, all the way to her jeans, and though I longed to massage her ass, I kept my hands in check and did a few more of the long strokes down her spine. Now's the time, I thought, and I reached gently around her chest. My hands slipped under the loose bra backs, and around to her breasts. I slid onto them with tense anticipation. They were even softer than the rest of her skin. "Whoa," I let out, under my breath. "What?" she whispered, apparently hearing me. "Smooth." "Mm-hm…" I felt the nipples between my fingers. They were slightly textured, I noticed. And as hard as my dick. She pressed her back up against my chest, leaning her head back onto my shoulder. I kissed her firmly on the neck, massaging her chest with great affection. "Take off your shirt," she breathed, leaning forward from the waist. Damn, how far is this gonna go? I wondered, as I ripped my shirt off. I reached forward and pulled her back against me, resuming my touch on her breasts and kisses on her neck. She reached her hands up and put them on mine. Her back felt warm and soft against my chest, and I squeezed her tight against me. Her bra was still floating around on her arms, so I pulled it off, and threw it to the side. I can't believe I'm with a girl that's fully naked from waist up, I thought, in complete ecstasy. Suddenly, I remembered what I had done earlier that evening, and conscience suddenly hit me like a bee sting. It all came crashing back in. I can see the white towel falling away from her hand now, revealing her back, and falling as if in slow motion. My vision was desperately filled with my lewd voyeurism. Michelle turned her head and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I fought the bad feelings inside. The towel catches for a moment on the curve of her hip. She reached her hands back and caressed the sides of my stomach. My mind was reeling. I was a peeping Tom! I berated. The towel falls away, landing on the floor like a bucket of water poured onto a lawn. Michelle pushed herself back against my groin, as my conscience screamed out to confess. The image of her standing naked facing away from me in front of the shower fights for my attention. I took her nipples firmly and began to knead them. Michelle doubled the pressure on me, slowly moving her hips in a circular motion. Stop! No! Her butt is suddenly there, no towel hiding the smooth cheeks. Michelle let out a moan as my fingers pulled on the nips. How can I goddamn be doing this, a small voice appealed to my brain. Who cares? I am lost in her long legs as they step into the shower, gracefully bending at the knee, muscles gently flexing. I returned to kissing her neck; Michelle leaned her head and arched her back, pushing up off the bed with her hands on my thighs. Peeping Tom! Peeping Tom! came the tease. She is perfectly balanced for a moment like a ballet dancer: one leg on the tiles, the other bent into the shower, toes pointed out to test the water. I felt her ass grind into my pelvis. Surely she felt my dick there, I thought to myself. Tell her you've seen her ass, Rob, it's the right thing to do! I've seen more than that, I think, as I watch Michelle commit fully to the water. She turns a bit to close the shower door, giving me a brief view of her left breast. Her breathing was very heavy now, and her chest was pushed out, allowing my hands to fully take in her sweet boobs. I continue my fingers' airy assault on her nipples. You are a real scoundrel, someone says in my head. Michelle is showering; the shower glass makes her look like an impressionistic painting. Suddenly Michelle stood up, turned around, and straddled me with her legs bent at the knees. She bent her head down, and grasping my head with both hands pulled me into a fiery kiss. Yeah, a real fucking scoundrel. As she showers, the light pastels of her skin tone constantly change in the etched glass. Jesus, that's her pussy, I think as I see a dark splotch appear when she turns to rinse her hair. I kneel down now in front of the keyhole. I kissed back passionately, and reach up between us to squeeze her breasts anew. Christ, I think, do you care about her? Michelle showers quickly, probably to keep me from waiting long. The water shuts, the drain gargles. The door opens. I reached my hands around to her back, leaving her breasts for the moment. Long strokes with my fingers sent obvious shudders through her, and she broke off in mid-kiss to lean back. Of course I care about her. There she stands, dripping wet, fully naked, not ten feet away. I look first at her breasts. They are smallish, I decide, but nicely round and perky. I reach down and touch my dick through my jeans. I clasped my hands around her back to hold her up. Michelle still had her grip on my hair, and she inclined backwards. "MMMmmmmmhhhh…" she breathed. Then tell her what you did if you care about her. I next look at her bush. It is not too hairy, but covers her pubes well enough. Jeez, I've seen it, I think, as I unzip my jeans and reach in to grab my cock. I leaned forward a bit, pulling her back into me. My mouth found the center of her chest, below her neck. I began to kiss. I can't tell her, I reply. Michelle walks towards the door. For a second I think of retreating. Nah, she won't come out naked. As she approaches, the keyhole blocks out all of her except her middle; I stare greedily at her bush. I massage my dick slowly, feeling the sex flow. My kisses trailed down her chest, between her breasts. She arched back further, letting out a small whimper. I decided to go left, and slowly worked my way up the mound of her breast. Why not, conscience asks, calmly now. Michelle dries her hair off as she walks back towards the sink. I watch her ass work as she steps. I reached the prize of her nipple and took it into my mouth. Michelle let out a small gasp, and pulled me tight against her. I went easy, sucking the round nub gently like a babe. Because she'd hate me. The towel is wrapped around her head turban-style now, to dry her hair off. Then she bends over to pick up the towel she was wearing earlier. Bends from the waist! I jerk my rod hard now. I flicked her nipple with my tongue, licking around the circumference. Damn, I am horny as hell. Michelle was riding me a little. How far will we go, I think to myself. How far would you go? She towels off her breasts, patting them dry gently, and then spreads her legs to dry her crotch. She takes a pair of black underwear from her clothes pile and easily puts them on. I am about to spew a load into my boxers. Michelle pushes me down onto the bed, and gets off of me. I then feel hands at my jean button. Holy fuckin' shit, I am thinking. Dammit Rob, are you gonna do this? She adds her bra to her outfit, black as night. She removes the towel from her head, and bends quickly over, loosening her wet hair in a brilliant arc of light spray. It is too much for me, and I feel my balls starting up. I hear the buzz of a zipper being drawn. I feel my jeans being pulled down just a bit. ROB! screams the conscience. You will regret this. Do you want her now? You hardly know her! Do you even love her already?!? What!? Withdraw from peephole. Shoot a load of cum into my boxers. "WAIT!" I said, loudly, reaching down and stopping a hand from grabbing my dick. I sat up. "What is it!?" asked Michelle, suddenly frightened. "Nothing, it's okay, just… don't do that right now." "Sorry." "No, really, I want you to," I stressed, "but we are going really fast here. We hardly know each other. I mean, I like you a great deal, but I'd like to take it easy. You know what I mean?" "Yeah," she said, not unhappily. "I was getting a little carried away there. You were really turning me on." "Believe you me, I've never felt like that before," I said. I couldn't feel her anywhere, and longed for her touch again. "Come up here." She crawled up onto the bed. I held her in my arms. "Listen, what we did already was pretty amazing. I don't want to do something in the heat of the moment - and it is hot in here - that we would regret, you know?" "Yeah, you are right. We have time, so why rush it?" "Exactly." For a second I was considering a change of mind, holding her warm skin close to mine, but I was able to hold back. "You are a really sweet guy, you know that?" I felt a violent twinge of shame course through me. "Thanks." I said, for lack of anything else. I gave her a tender kiss on the forehead. A car door slammed. "Uh-oh!" said Michelle, jumping up. "Is that them?" I asked, doing up my jeans. "Yeah," she said, already across the room. The light was suddenly on, searing my eyes like sunlight. I squinted around, and saw her shirt on the floor in front of me. "Here," I said, tossing it to her. I heard voices downstairs now. She opened the door to her room, and then put her shirt on. I got up and looked around, but couldn't see my shirt. "Behind you," she said, straightening her hair in the mirror. She looked flushed. "Michelle?" called a voice from downstairs. I grabbed up my shirt. "Yeah! We're up here!" I put on my shirt. Fuck, it's backwards. I was fumbling, nervous, as Michelle was straightening the bed covers. I heard someone coming up the stairs. I turned my shirt around and sat in the desk chair, grabbing up the Latin book there just as Michelle's mom poked her head in the door. Michelle was sitting on the bed. "Hi mom!" she let out cheerily. Too cheerily for doing Latin, but so it was. "Hi sweetie." She looked at me. "Mom, this is Rob, Rob, my mom." "Hi Rob." She gave me a kind smile. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Ward," I said, smiling back. "How's the Latin translation going?" "We are done," Michelle said, and at the same time I said, "We are working on it." We looked at each other for a second, laughing. "We are finished with our project," I clarified, "but we were just checking a few passages." "O.K.," said her mom, laughing. "Mom, can one of you give Rob a ride home?" "Sure. Daddy can drive you guys." "Thanks," I said, as she left. "Phew," mouthed Michelle to me. "That was close." I sat for a second, regaining my calm. "Where's my bra?" said Michelle suddenly. "Shit, I don't know." I got up, and looked by the foot of her bed. There it was. Perfect, I thought with a pleasing feeling. It had landed right in a clothesbasket, already half-filled with clothes. "There it is," I pointed. Michelle looked, and smiled. "Well, how about that," she said. "Very smooth Rob, very smooth." Her dad peeked in as I sat again. "Hi baby," he said to Michelle. I got up and offered my hand. "Hi, Mr. Ward, I'm Rob." "Well, hello Rob. You must be the good skier we heard about." I looked at Michelle. "I guess so then!" "Well, nice to meet you Robert. Joan tells me you need a ride?" "If it wouldn't be too much trouble." "No problem. Just let me know when." He left us alone. "Well, I should probably go," I said. "O.K. I'll come with you." I gave her one last kiss, and we went out after her dad. 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