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inspired Irene met me at the library, as arranged. I led her back to the distant section I had ‘discovered’. Not that people aren’t interested in annals of economic development, but the area had little traffic, and the height of the shelves blocked enough of the lighting that the stack to which I led he had the feel of a comfortable cave… if such there may be. When she started to speak, I shushed her like a good librarian. The heavy plastic stools were on small springed wheels, so they moved well, but were stable when weight was on them. We kissed, softly at first, then with growing hunger Slowly, deliberately, I kissed her jaw line where it met her chin, a sensitive place for her, then along the slope of her lovely neck, and down to the little hollow by her shoulders. My tongue traced her clavicle, as she gave herself to me. When I had her step up on the stool, the reach was almost perfect. I put a thick volume of Haverford township tax liens of 1892 on the floor and stood<b> barefoot </font></b>on it. Perfect. Moving the second stool into position with my foot, while still kissing my love and opening the jacket of her suit, under which, as directed she wore nothing. Anyone passing would readily catch an eyeful of her bounteous breasts. My finger nails scratched across her sensitive nipples and my teeth followed. The nails dug into the side of the sensitive flesh, and her breathing gave away her growing excitement. The awkward position, the sense of having to keep balanced, the public exposure were all playing their part in making her wet. I could almost smell her fragrant juices flowing. My hand moved down along her leg and up under her skirt. The cut out panty hose gave me all the access I desired. My fingers ruffled the fine moist curly hair of her cunt, grasping them and pulling none too gently. Swaying to keep her balance, but becoming lost in the moment, Silky groaned softly in my ear. Biting on her breasts and massaging the folds of her labia, I gave myself up to the sensations that were us. Her small sighs and whimpers as I introduced the second finger into her folds, my thumb rubbing the meatus of her urethra. Her body shivered even as the third finger slid easily into her wetness. Balanced, now, on the two stools and upon the assault of my hand, I looked into her flushed face. The mottled skin of her upper chest and the heaving of her lovely breasts gave mute testament to the experience. My whole hand was now inside of her warm, wet cunt. My fingers stroked the cone of her cervix, then turning my hand, I let my knuckles roll against that spongy weight as my fingers spread gently to caress her from within. My fingers stroked her hanging womb, like a man caressing his beard, as my palm still pressed on her urethra. Irene’s legs were trembling now, and I knew that she was ready for the next part. Reaching up, my hand caressed the nape of her lovely neck, pulling at the fine hairs there. Silky rolled her fine head against my hand. I loved the feel of her skull under the thick dark hair. My fingers moved down along her neck. Just to the side of the tendon that defines the side of her throat, is the spot where the carotid artery can best be felt. My practiced hands readily found the racing pulse. If you don’t know what you are doing please don’t do what I did next. Allowing the tips of my fourth and fifth fingers to lie upon that pulse, my thumb reached across her lovely, exposed, and very vulnerable throat, and found the pulse on the other side. Pressing gently into this trembling piston, I massaged her carotids. The effect of doing this is to slow the heart. It can be used when the heart is beating too rapidly, or erratically, but when used with a healthy hyper-sensitive young woman like Silky, the effect is to slow her pounding heart. As the heart slowed, and the flow to her brain was slowed, she became lightheaded. The center of her being and all that she was, became the hand that held deep within her cunt. Irene swayed upon her precarious perch, and my hand moved within her to keep her balanced. I eased the pressure on the life-sustaining artery, but as the pulse picked up, my massage resumed. I do not know how long we went on like this. Time lost all meaning. Then, biting her lovely nipple hard, I released her lovely neck, and pressing her urethra with one finger, my thumb easing into her ass, my finger strummed the tip of her cervix, and my love shuddered through a long and moan-stifled orgasm. As she came, she squirted and I loved the warm feel of it on my wrist. When she recovered sufficiently, I eased my hand from its warm, welcome haven, and licked my fingers. Closing her jacket, I helped her down from the stools and put the book back on the shelf slipping into my boots. We went to lunch. She knew I had not washed my hand or wrist and she smiled as I relished my sandwich with the special flavors not found on their limited menu. ………. |
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