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Hey what a coincidence, I didn't go for a run either! Must be lazy Sunday!
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Savannah85ParticipantNobody's Perfect – Jessie J
Savannah85ParticipantI like it! Would definitely make for a more…I don't know the word…involved experience. Maybe a couple different keys for different levels of excitement/pleasure…
Savannah85ParticipantBohemian Rhapsody – Queen
Savannah85ParticipantApparently me and keys don't mix well…this time I tried to lock my front door with my car key. At least I was on the right side of the door this time!
Savannah85ParticipantAww thanks! Hopefully I will come up with some more ideas!
Savannah85ParticipantLove Never Felt So Good – Michael Jackson/Justin Timberlake
Savannah85ParticipantPart 2:
My heart beat quickly with anticipation and excitement as he slid my panties free of my feet, tossing them gently to the floor behind him. I now wore only my bra as I lay sprawled out across his blankets, the rest of my clothes having been cast aside.
Propping myself up on one elbow, I started to reach back to undue the clasp of my bra, but with a swift move, he lunged forward. Startled, I began to fall back, but his arm wrapped around me, providing gentle support as his hand quickly found and undid the clasp for me. I smiled shyly, shrugging my shoulders to let the bra straps fall down my arms.
Carefully, and with a passionate kiss, he lowered me to the bed again. I could feel him slowly pull my arms free of the bra, which I saw sail away towards the door from the corner of my eye. Now his hands began to dance across my chest, finger tips teasing at first, before he took a more firm grip of my small breasts and began to massage them. All the while we remained locked in a series of slow, passionate kisses.
“Mmmm.” a little moan of pleasure escaped me as his fingers playfully teased across my nipples.
“Did I mention how beautiful you are?” he asked in a whisper.
“I can't remember…” I teased between kisses.
He responded by breaking the kissing off suddenly, and moved instead to my chest, where he began to gently suck at my nipples. I laid one arm across his back, the other falling across the bed in surrender as I let him explore my body. His hands moved lower, across my stomach and down to my thighs, gently caressing up and down along my hips. I closed my eyes and let myself become lost in the sensations. Even without the slightest of touches, I could feel that my cock was fully erect. I was eager for more, but didn't want to rush him.
Eventually, I felt his kissing stop, and his hands left my thighs for a moment. I opened my eyes and ventured a glance down, to find him reaching across me for something in the nightstand drawer.
“What…?” I started to ask, but stopped as he produced a small bottle.
“I hope you don't mind…” he said, showing it to me, “It's just, I don't think I'd be very good at…”
I reached up with a hand, stopping him mid-sentence with a finger to his lips.
“It's ok.” I smiled, “I understand.”
I laid my head back down and let him continue. I heard the snap as he undid the cap on the bottle, and couldn't help but flinch a little as I felt a small amount of lube drip down onto the tip of my cock.
“Sorry.” he said, “Is it too cold?”
“No.” I replied.
I was about to say something more, when the sudden pleasure of his hand wrapped around my shaft took the thought away from me. I couldn't help but gasp a little as he began to slowly, deliberately, stroke me. His grip was gentle, loving…but I could tell he was a little unsure.
“You can squeeze harder…” I whispered.
I felt his grip tighten a little, “Like this?”
“Mmm.” I replied, “Yes, that's perfect…”
Now he began to kiss my stomach as he worked my cock with one hand. The other wandered back up to massage my breasts again. I had already become so worked up during my own performance that I was already overcome with ecstasy by this time. I brought one hand to my mouth and gently began to suck on my fingers, letting my other hand join his at my chest, working one of my hardened nipples between my thumb and index finger.
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
“Yes…” I managed to gasp, “Can you…go a little faster?”
“Sure.” he replied.
His pace quickened a little. I instinctively began to rock my hips a little, up and down in tune with his strokes, my eyes shut tight as I tried to maintain control. Up and down his hand slid, with each stroke downwards his fingers gently caressed against my balls, and then sliding up and running his thumb gently over the tip of my cock. I could feel that I was dripping precum at an increasing rate, and it added greatly to the pleasure as he went. The feeling was amazing…much better then I ever recalled experiencing when I was alone, imagining such a moment as this late at night, or during a morning shower.
“Faster…” I beckoned again, “Harder…”
My hands both dropped away to my sides as I felt him obey my wishes. I grabbed with agonizing pleasure at his bed sheets, gripping them tightly in my hands and thrusting my hips ever higher into the air to meet his hand.
“You are even more beautiful like this…” I heard him tease.
My breath was coming in quick, short gasps now. I was so close, it was only a matter of time before I could control myself no longer. I fought hard, desperate to resist and prolong the feeling as long as possible. Muscles tightening, toes curling, and hands locked to the bedsheets like vice grips, I was totally lost in ecstasy. Sensing my build up, his grip tightened a little more, his strokes becoming smooth and deliberate.
“Oh…” I gasped, as I felt control suddenly slipping away, “Fuck!”
I suddenly panicked, having forgotten to warn him, and reached down with one hand, pulling his away from me as I felt the pressure of my impending orgasm suddenly build, knowing I was only seconds away now and suddenly fearful of his reaction.
“It's ok!” he assured, breaking free of my grip and grabbing me again.
I could do nothing but yelp with pleasure, throwing my hips into the air and arching my back as cum now shot forth from my throbbing cock. I could feel some of it, hot and sticky, splatter across my stomach. For a few moments, I could comprehend nothing but agonizing pleasure, cum surging forth as he stroked with a firm, very slow pace. I gasped desperately for breath, moaning and writhing in his grip, legs kicking with futility at the air while my hands, still clenching the bed sheets, were pulled into my sides.
Eventually, as my orgasm faded, I relaxed again. I continued to twitch a little, still breathing heavily as I tried to regain control. I felt a few more drops land on my stomach as he gave me a last loving stroke before releasing me. He watched me for a few moments as I lay before him, breathing slowly returning to normal. I releasing my hold on the bedsheets to gently caress my chest as I savored the last moments of what was definitely among the most powerful orgasms of my life thus far.
“Was that good?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.
I managed a nod, still unable to speak.
“I'm glad…” he said.
I felt him move to kiss me again, a warm sticky hand gently gripping my shoulder as he did. I paid it no mind, raising my head a little to meet his lips. When he pulled away again, I looked down at myself.
Cum was splattered across my stomach, more had landed in a line across the bedsheets beside me. I glanced over at his hand on my shoulder, with a mix of cum and lube on it.
“Oh, sorry.” he said, releasing his hold on my shoulder sitting up.
“It's ok.” I replied, not minding that he'd left a sticky hand-print.
“Let me get you something to wipe that off.” he said, climbing off the bed and heading for the bathroom.
“Thank you.” I replied.
He looked back with a smile, “Don't go anywhere.”
I smiled back, blushing again, “I wouldn't dream of it…”
After a moment, he returned with a towel and helped me to wipe off.
“Sorry about the blankets.” I said as I retrieved my panties from the floor and slipped them on.
“Don't worry about it.” he answered, “It was worth it.”
Again I blushed, and tried to hide my redness from him as I retrieved my bra from where he had tossed it by the door. As I fastened it, I turned and found him standing there. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me into another kiss, and I felt his hands slide down my back to firmly grip my ass, squeezing me playfully.
“You are even more amazing then I thought you'd be.” he said.
I kissed him again before replying, “I had a really great time today. Thank you for being so understanding.”
“Not at all.” he said, “Thank you for giving me such an amazing experience.”
I smiled, kissing him once more before slipping free of his hold and scooping up my other clothes. He watched me silently as I got dressed.
“I should probably go.” I said at last, “It's getting late and my flight leaves early.”
“I wish you didn't have to go.” he replied, “I really want to see you again.”
“I'm sorry.” I sighed, “But I can't.”
Slowly, reluctantly, I slipped on my sandals and picked up my purse. Without a word, he walked me slowly to the door and opened it for me. I turned and smiled a little at him, then stood up on my toes and planted one last parting kiss on his cheek.
“Goodbye.” I whispered.
I then turned and walked out, heading down the hall. I couldn't bring myself to look back…the sudden sadness in his eyes had matched my own, and prolonging our parting would only make it more painful for the both of us. I never did see him again, but I would never forget that warm summer day, when everything seemed to come together just right, and I had allowed someone, for the first time, to see me as I really am…
Savannah85ParticipantNice read, thanks for sharing. Hope there's more!
Savannah85ParticipantThanks! It just sort of popped into my head the other day and I liked it. Haven't decided if I want to try and keep going with it or just leave it as an open ended story…
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