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Coffee...? The coffee had been hot and the tension was rising even more so now, as the two old friends danced a mery chit-chat around things they already knew, but felt the need to recap on for old times sake. The offer of coffee was a welcome invitation, and the chance to finally meet had been overdue for many months. Hopes were high in both the man and the woman, but hopes for 'what' were still slightly unclear. The build-up to meeting brought out so many buried feelings and 'what-ifs', but it was more than just a friendly get-together. They'd never met before, but almost knew each others thoughts and dreams like their own. Long months of internet and text flirting had eventually paid off, and the day had come when they'd see each other face-to-face. The two friends had been desperate to meet for a long time, but the opportunity had never presented itself in a practical way. Work and family committments had always gotten in the way, but now it was just the two of them, muddling along in an awkward conversaion of tag-you're-it. Finally having an intimate space of peace and quality time together was like a dream come true, and both of them had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. They'd joked and speculated how their first meet-up would be, refering to their mutual attraction and hinting of more physical flirting and petting, but would it be as they'd hoped? Certainly they were very close friends, which possibly made the flirting more fun, as sexual intimacy was never assumed as a possibility. Yet it was more than flirting; it was almost an open promise, never actually spoken but breathed in the ear like a romantic whisper... Each had prepared for meeting the other in their own way, probably influenced by their last conversation on the telephone, and certainly more of the online flirting. That flirting again, it seemed to be building and building, welling up inside like something special trying to get out. The mutual attraction was like a magnet, and now in this room, the air was alive with little sparks of energy. Conversation had dried up awkwardly with a sexy comment, but not for inapropriateness, it was actually an expression of each others feelings. Thoughts of friendship-first, sex later kept snapping them to attention instead of letting their eyes slowly undress the other from across the room. Had there been something in that coffee?? No, as they'd both drank it. They felt it now; the heat in the room, the steamy swirly romance of it all, secretly meeting like giddy school . It was the woman that made the first move, not one of lust and desire, but one to fill the gap and an excuse to get the mugs out the way. She was struggling to avoid staring across at the man's trousers which just seemed to frame the important things very nicely. The woman lifted her own mug and supped the last, then rose and asked for the man's too, to which he obligingly stretched up from his chair. Was it her imagination or did he have a great bulge in his trousers?? He was trying to stay cross-legged but she could definately tell he'd been sitting trying to disguise his erection. She couldnt blame him of course as she felt exactly the same. She'd been day dreaming as he spoke earlier, dreaming of his big strong hands running their course over her soft skin, exploring, teasing, rubbing; just the thought sent a tingle down her spine once again. Their fingers brushed as she took the mug from him and she lingered there brielfy at the intimacy of the moment. The man reached up with his mug, conciously aware of the rising manhood in his trousers, and trying to disguise it. As the woman had approached, his eyes had followed every curve of her toned body. From the swagger of the hips to the twisting of her waist, he was captivated. He'd asked her to repeat her question of course as his mind was elsewhere. How he hadn't noticed she wasn't wearing a bra under her vest top he'd never know, but now it had his full attention. Her nipples were hard, her breasts were full, and he knew she felt the same as he did. She had a perfect body that just stunned him. Their fingers brushed as she took the mug from him and as she lingered there brielfy at the intimacy of the moment, he too rubbed fingers with her, staring up into her eyes.... "Let me get these out the way, unless you want a refill of course?" the woman said, and she turned, heading for the kitchen. "No I'm great thanks very much", the man replied. "Actually, that was a very good coffee. Nice and strong how I like it". The woman let herself drift in dreamy thought for a moment at the words "strong" and "how I like it", hanging on the sentence. Oh, had he said something else as well? She wasn't sure, maybe he'd spoken and she hadn't heard it. "I'm sorry, I was miles away; did you say something there?" she said. "No don't worry, I was just being silly that's all. I was going to make a suggestive comment but I stopped myself" he chuckled. Mmmmmmmm, the woman thought to herself. Suggest away baby. I won't mind at all... "Erm, I'll just get these into the sink then" she said. "That's a point, how was your meeting? I know it was important for you?". She'd remembered, and he was obviously impressed. "Very well thanks! Yes it's a great opportunity, and hopefully I'll have something to celebrate soon. Hey we could celebrate together sometime?" he generalised. He wasn't exactly joking either. The thought of spending the evening with the woman thrilled him. Good food, good wine, even better company, maybe even a fun kiss or two before the night was out? "Aw dear", he thought. Like that was going to happen. He was really into her. Even now with the idle chit-chat around the coffee mugs, everything else was outside his tunnel vision, and the woman was in the centre. (chink!) The mugs went into the bubbly depths of the sink, snapping the man from his daydream. It had been a busy few days solid for the woman too, and she realised how stiff she felt now she had time to relax and focus again. Having the man finally visit her was fantastic, as they'd been missing each other like ships in the night. It was exciting to finally be in the same room together, let along be able to talk face to face. "Web cam chat was one thing, but you cant beat actually meeting", she thought quietly to herself. All the emails, and pictures he'd sent her had blown her mind, and she was quite surprised that he hadn't fussed over not seeing pics of her before they met. "Oh my...", she sighed out as one picture in particular came to mind of cock in hand. Her thoughts wandered briefly to when she sat in the hot bath with her mobile phone, staring at his manhood and caressing herself under the bubbles. With eyes closed, she'd fondled her chest and ran her hand down her thighs, before exploring with her fingers. She'd been so aroused that in her mind it really was the man in the bath with her, teasing her and bringing her to moan and gasp. Maybe it was the candles contributing to the mood..? The woman found herself with her hand across her chest, suddenly aware of how pert her nipples were. She leaned against the sink and took a deep breath, and then rolled her shoulders to shift the aches. As she tilted her head and stretched gently, the man got up from the chair and hung his jacket across it's arm rest. "Damn, she looks amazing from behind too" he thought. His gaze fell to her bottom, and he admired her body, every curve, every line. He wondered what underwear she had on. Was it the cotton panties she'd told him about the other day? That blew his mind, just to be told. Maybe it was something more dressy, more alluring, like a thong. It was a special occation after all, he tried to reason. As he got up, he felt the tightness of his suit trousers against his throbbing hardness. He'd forgotten how horny he'd been feeling since noticing her nipples through her vest top earlier. He couldnt really get up and speak to her now he had a bulge in his trousers! He decided the best option would be to sidle up behind her and keep it out of view. She was aware of him getting up and coming into the kitchen, and she stretched one last time, before letting out an "Ooohhhh...". "Are you alright?" he asked. "You look a little stiff there". "Just been really busy honey, and it's taking it's toll on me now I think" she supposed. Secretly she wanted to feel his warm hands on her skin, working away the aches and pains. She would be like clay to the potter. She would lie there and let him do whatever he desired, just to be touched. To be pampered for once, be it love or lust. To feel human again, alive. The woman was still facing the wall and before she realised it, his hands were on her back. "Aawwwww, you poor thing..." he offered. "You must be quite uncomfortable. Would you like me to help you unwind a little"? That was the million dollar words she needed to hear, and gasped as his fingers pushed her forward, tilting her over the sink slghtly. "Right now, I'd be putty in your hands. If you can help I'd be very grateful...". "It would be my pleasure, and hopefully yours too" he teased, and he began pulling her vest top loose from her jeans. His hands were indeed warm and they gripped her round the waist first, securing her in position against the sink, which she dutifully held onto. "Oohh your hands feel so good there" she said, as he began rubbing her lower back with one hand while the other moved round to her front and supported her stomach. With each twist of his hand, the woman felt a rush of something building inside her, and she shuddered slightly as his hands did their magic. The man pressed against her from behind, putting his weight into each rub on her back. She was holding her vest top up slightly with one hand and he could see her tender skin shining up at him where he pressed her muscles. Her skin was radiant and lush, and the man could smell her body scent, breathing it in deeply. He was captivated by her beauty. Entranced by her figure. So aroused by her closeness. His straining cock pressed against her leg, and she moaned as she felt it rub against her rear. She knew he'd been aroused earlier, but hadn't realised how much. It's touch was impressive, more than teasing. Electrifying. Exciting. The woman pressed backwards against the man's front, searching for more of his manhood. This time it was the man's turn to moan, and he hugged her tighter, pulling her in closer. The pair began rocking and rubbing against each other, offering gasps as the man leaned over her and began gently kissing the back of her neck. His hand wandered on her front, up her stomach and between her bare breasts. she had a vest top on and her nipples were well defined with her breasts full to the touch. He cupped each one in turn, flicking the nipples with his fingers, and continuing to tease her with kisses. The man's other hand came down to her hip now, rubbing and slipping into the band of her jeans. Gently squeezing her tender skin. Continuing to admire her breasts, the man tilted the woman back again to lean against him rather than the sink. His spare hand slipping into her jeans, exploring the hidden delights. "Yes a thong indeed", he confirmed to himself, and slipped his fingers down to probe her. She was wet with excitement and she shuddered at his touch there. Leaning back into his erection, she reached round and cradled it through his trousers. "Ooohhh, I want you..." she gasped. He hesitated for a moment. Had he heard right? Yes, the look on her face as she now turned to address him confirmed her feelings. Her eyes sparkled and lips parted, her tongue barely visable as the tip teased her teeth and moistened the corner of her mouth. She stroked his forearm then pulled him closer, reaching up to tilt his head down a little, and finally drawing his face slowly toward her own. They kissed gently, as if testing a bath of hot water with a gingerly placed toe. Eyes searching and hands stroking, they kissed again and again with each growing longer, stronger, and more passionate. Tongues began to dance in a volley-exchange of probing, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Any exposed skin was considered fair game, and like a hungry puppy it happily lapped up the attention it craved. In the background, the slow lulling of the washing machine rhythemically introduced a new dance for the pair of lovers. The woman edged sideways from the sink and began sliding along the lip of the work surface, drawing the man in a Siren embrace of tie-tugging temptation. His jacket had been disposed of and now she fumbled with his shirt buttons, slipping in a hand at the first opportunity to grasp his chest where she followed the contours of his upper body, tracing the shape of the muscles with her finger tips. The man let out a tickled laugh as she teased his skin with her nails. Having undone the last buttons with her other hand, the woman finally drew wide the front of his shirt like morning curtains, exposing his hardened chest. Her hands spread open like butterfly wings across his torso; kneading, thumbs stroking, with her lips embracing his body to give a light lick of her tongue and a bite to his nipple. He wriggled at the sensation, and taking the rim of her top, he lifted it up and over her head. As her arms slipped from the straps, her breasts bobbed out causing him to delight in their fullness. He gaped at the sight before him as she slid her head from the last of the vest and tossed it to the side. The woman pulled him close, her hands round his back and her breasts firmly planted on his heaving chest. His skin was warm, with his muscles protruding and defined well. She hugged him close and tilted her head to rub her cheek across him like he was a warm towel with a fresh smell. With her breasts pressing firmly against him, the man accepted the woman's embrace and in turn held her in his strong arms, breathing in the lovely scent of her hair. He held her close with a hand at her shoulder and the other on the small of her lower back. Her skin was so soft yet toned and he caressed it delicately. They held each other there for a moment, caught in a dreamy stare, before inching their lips closer together to explode into a passionate animated kiss. Turning, twisting, nuzzling, sucking, chewing, and play-biting, went their new firey dance, as they spun round, tugging at each others trousers, zips and buttons. It was a challenging fumble to remain lip-linked and still allow their garments to fall finally to the floor, and the woman backed up against the washing machine as it started its next cycle of slow churning thrum. This was the man's cue, and catching her around the waist he scooped her up onto its white surface. She gasped at the feeling; a mixture of unexpected cold metal, and the excitment of something a bit naughtier, squirming as far back as she could on the appliance. the man ducked under her legs, allowing the crook of her knees to hook over his shoulders and dangle on his back. Briefly catching her eye with a cheaky wink, he slipped his hands under the band of her thong, tugging slowly as he kissed and probed her pubic mound through the material. The woman moaned at the pressure against her moist loins and gave a sharp in-take of breath as the man plucked the underware from underneath her buttocks. Lifting her legs again into an A-shape, she helped the man pull them down and over her feet, then pinching them in thumb and forefinger, she gave the man 'the-look', with 'those-eyes', and slowly lowered her hand enough to let them fall to the floor. Her chest heaving now in deep anticipation, the woman raised her legs again and gently wrapped them around the man's head as he went down to kiss her high-leg and inner thighs. In a progressive upward movement, he began kissing deep into her skin, his face firmly against her. Tilting his head, he'd lick and chew her skin lightly before returning to kisses; then moving to the other leg to repeat, still moving upward. "Kiss it. Kiss it, please. I want you to kiss it... Oooh..." she trailed off as he complied by burrowing his face between her legs, his mouth under new orders. The woman shuddered, "Aah, yesss, oooh..." she stammered, not words but breaths escaping as her body twitched. The man was kissing her fully on her wet opening, and she was really wet. It excited him to know she was as turned on to this as he was. Is. God, this was driving him wild. He removed an arm from holding her leg and found himself rubbing the head of his erection. Slowly, cupped in his hand, he worked the dome of the head in a circular motion. He did the same for the woman, rotating his face to brush her full opening, trailing juices across his mouth and cheeks. She tasted really good, and he lapped at her moist folds as she groaned above him. Now he used his tongue in firm rising licks to go between her pussy opening and her clitoris, making sure he gave the clit an extra flick of the tip to tease her even more. She was loving the attention, tensing up and holding herself as she completely gave in to the man's oral talents. He changed the pace a little, making his strokes quicker and more focused on her clit; building her up further as her head lolled back against the wall, eyes firmly closed. There was a loud 'clicking' noise as the next cycle began to start on the washing machine, the thrum and rhythm increasing. Louder, faster, and with the appliance now starting to shake, the woman pleaded with the man to enter her. He had kept his member hard, and as the woman's excitement had risen, so had his own. It was thick and firm in his hand, and he cradled it as he stood up now, with the woman opening her legs to let him closer. Straightening her legs and lifting them high, the man grabbed her ankles and exposed her welcoming pussy and anus. His cock bobbed against her as it strained and pulsed, and he let the head get shiney and wet from her juices. With two fingers he probed her opening, slipping them in and marvelling at her tightness, before rubbing her wet all over his head, sliding it along the shaft and back up again. Now... Pressing it against her, the man rubbed the top of his cock around her pussy opening and patted it on her smooth shaven skin. As he leaned in further, the end popped inside her, making her call out at its intimacy and she squeezed her breast as if to hide her murmourings. He help it there a second, and slowly pushed in further, sliding all the way to the full hilt of its length. The woman gasped and tilted her head to her shoulder. The way the man had lifted her legs, she was wide open and he could fill her deeply, touching her inner-being. The man withdrew so far, just to allow the head to remain inside, and again held it there for a second, counting in the thrumming of the washing machine. Now he began to match its pace, and for every rotation it did, the man either pressed inside the woman, or withdrew his sliding member. The dance of man, woman, and machine increased in tempo again, further hightening their firey passion, causing the woman to let out a whimper of ecstasy with every rock from the man's hips. Even the man gave way to occational grunts as his thighs slapped against the woman's rear, and in his mind with closed eyes, he was spanking her rear as he pumped her full of his love. Another 'click' sounded and the machine began going into its final fast spin, sending the woman and the man into an overdrive of raw animalistic sex. The woman lowered her legs and wrapped them around the man's torso, squeezing him hard in a scissors embrace, and pulling him into her with every thrust. Her whimpers were giving way to a long moan and her chest heaved as she bucked her hips against the man's penetrations. Now pulling herself up, she held his shoulders and kissed him hard on the mouth as she felt the deep stirrings of climax on the horizon. The feeling was building rapidly inside her and she gripped him tight and let out a cry as ripples of ecstasy flooded her body, her nails grating down his back. The man in turn took a sharp intake of breathe and arched his back in the discomfort, humping her harder, again and again. He felt the head of his cock swelling as the feeling rose within his tighening stomach, sending shivers down his spine. The woman too sensed the man was near to climax, as was she, and she finally gave in to the waves of blinding sensation that washed over her now. she jolted with each pulse of energy flowing through her, burning at her groin, and cried out with every convulsion. The man felt her hot gushing juices around his cock and down his legs now, and breathing heavily, he shot his love into her awaiting dream. Crumpling over on top of her in his own explosion of delight, he cried her name, humping her with every cum squirting pulse. Then finally, the man lifted the woman from the washing machine and the pair slumped to the floor. They embraced, kissing and hugging, fondling and stroking in a hot sticky and sweaty heap. Gazing deeply into the woman's eyes, the man pulled stray hairs from her face and cleared it with his hands. The pair giggled and cuddled again, with the woman breaking the silence. "You know, I really need a shower after all that...". "I'm right behind you" the man answered, playfully spanking her rear as she clambered to her feet. She extented an invitational hand, and the pair wandered off. - Fin - |
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I'm so sorry Teach, I hadn't seen your comment. Thanks for that, very kind of you. I have written a fair bit and have had some of my work published, and although it is fictional, I do draw from personal experience and that of my friends through any research I've done. I have another two stories in progress at the moment but how soon I can get them finished is down to my other work projects which are more pressing x
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3/6/2011 5:29 pm |
wow Tums.. that was an incredible story.. like I was there. Very hot hun.. xxxxxxxx Elle
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Sorry Elle, just found your comment. I didn't get notified and I haven't had anything to add to it yet. Apologies for late reply xx
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