Tank Top
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Posted:Nov 17, 2020 6:48 pm
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She moved with a privilege only confidence afforded. Each swing of her leg moving in time with the upbeat of the song in the background, keeping a well-paced rhythm. It was intoxicating. The tight fabric formed around her legs revealed everything and nothing. The song ended and she bounced up, reaching for the towel. She twisted at her hips to look at him. The beaming smile quickly forming a mocking O as she made a gesture of looking down at her attire and back at him.
"Pervert!" The playful expletive chimed as if in laughter.
"The lady surely understands the thrall yoga pants has over mortal men?" He adopted what he thought sounded like a British accent, but was much closer to the bastard of Australian and German accents. She gave a playful humph in response and stalked over to the dresser, holding the towel up to poorly shield his view.
"That simply will not do, Sir," she said, doing a much better accent and arching her eyebrow for emphasis. "Yoga pants are a lady's right, and shaming her into removing them is shameful." Hooking her thumbs into the waist band, she turned away from him. In alternating glides, she slid the material down revealing the split between the gorgeous curves of her bottom. Leaning over and performing a slow, shimmying dance, the material continued to be peeled away.
The rush of warmth making its way to his crotch intensified with each inch of skin she revealed. He played his role, standing legs apart and arms crossed in mock authority. The bulge in his jeans managed to climb upward along the skin between his thigh and hip. He was sure she would notice and he relished the thought of it.
Once the material was bunched at her feet, she stepped out of one foot, then the other, taking a wide stance. Leaning over with her legs straight, she leaned over in exaggeration to pick up the discarded garment. The delta between her ass and thighs was dark and inviting. Calling out a question over her shoulder, "if Sir will not have these on me, what shall I do with them?"
"Lay them on the bed for inspection," he commanded in as formal a tone as he could muster, the accent forgotten. He watched her rise, keeping her legs wide before pivoting on the ball of her foot to face him. The pants draping down from her hand and afterthought to her half-nude body. The carefully maintained strip of hair forming a small chevron above the line of her legs. The nudity contrasted the pink tank top she still wore, forming a glorious dichotomy of modesty and sex that set him on fire.
The smile grew in a flash of white teeth as she blushed, breaking character. She trotted over to him, being sure to keep her arms to her side so that her breasts would bounce as she did so. When she reached him, he was already leaning down with his arms waiting to wrap her up. The kiss was deep and purposeful. Pressing his whole body into her, she could feel the heat in him. The hard cock pressed across her belly through the material of his jeans and her tank top.
His hands moving down to cup each cheek of her ass, he could feel her press upward to help him pick her up. In a quick motion, he pulled her up and felt her legs wrap around his waist. He moved towards the bed and leaned over to let her rest on the edge of the bed, her legs squeezing him close. Rising up, he pulled the shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. Returning to her, his mouth found her neck and breathed in the aroma of her as he grazed his lips along the skin.
Taking advantage of him curving down to kiss her neck, she found the clasp of his pants and undid the button and zipper. His cock was easy to find and she took great pleasure at the sharp intake of breath as she freed it. Stroking the head of it with one hand, the other slid down and began kneading his balls. The warmth of him in her hands exhilarated her and she felt her pussy respond in anticipation.
"Lay back," he said, growling in her ear. Seeing her follow his command, he watched as she worked the fingers of her right hand over her clit. The slick dew visible on her fingertips. Grabbing her knees, he guided her legs into a waiting position above her hips as he quickly removed the remainder of his clothing. Taking the opportunity while he was bent over, he bit lightly on her hand to move it out of the way. Gliding his tongue along her labia, he found her clit and circled it. His lips kissed the swelling gland and pushed down, using them to push the hood back and draw the clit in. Sucking slightly, he used the flat of his tongue to issue a massage. The increasing dampness of his chin, the clenching fingers in his hair, and deep moan coursing through her encouraged him.
The mix of his mouth expertly working her clit and the feeling of them entwined so made the hollow under her navel tighten. The energy building there swirled in an ebb and flow that matched her quickened breathing. It stayed this way deliciously for some time before she felt the welcome arrival of his fingers working inside her. Experience had taught her body to expect this, but the expectation never diminished the pleasure he gave her. The hook of his fingers along inside of her g-spot triggered her to bear down, intensifying the feeling of each massaging circle of his fingers and his tongue.
The sudden rush of her tensing up and bucking made him smile as continued his work. Keeping her riding the high of the orgasm coursing loudly through her, made his cock throb. Once she relaxed, he rose and placed her warm, fragrant pussy in the crook of his cock and balls. He leaned over to appreciate her half-clothed body and kissed her, using his hand to pull the tip of his cock into her. The sensation of being sweetly engulfed swept over him when he was completely buried in her. Staying still for a moment, he believed he felt her pulse matching his. He drew his hips back and found his cadence.
Standing next to the bed, she felt his hands grip her thighs tightly as each slam of of his hips was punctuated by the feeling of his balls slapping her ass. She fell in line, timing the thrust of his hips to hers. The energy of the prior orgasm chaining to a new one. The pressure mounting below her navel increased with the feeling of being filled with him. She ran her fingers down his chest, following the line of his midsection. She lingered there a moment in the sensation of the hair of his body on her fingertips until she dropped her hand to her own. The feeling of her own hair an odd contrast to the thunderous violence an inch away.
Watching her hand tease and work her clit became an obsession as he continued burying himself endless in her. He looked up to see her staring at him, a serious look drawn on her face. The bite of her lip was a sign she was holding out for him. The urgency magnified within him and release was close. Then he felt the pressure on the sides of his cock from her fingers. The middle and ring finger were spread, allowing his shaft to freely move between them. And, it was the hard pressure mixed with the squeeze of her pussy that sent him over the edge. She finally let go and screamed loudly with him as he gave a few more shuddering thrusts in release.
She felt him deep inside her, an occasional shudder of his cock the only movement he made. Grabbing him by the neck, she pulled him to her in a hot embrace. Melting together, he matched his breathing to hers. They met in an exhausted kiss, foreheads touching.
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Posted:Nov 13, 2020 9:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2023 10:16 pm
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The relish she expressed in her work was intoxicating. She dropped to her knees and freed my hardening cock. Looking down, I could see the mischievous glint of excitement in her eyes as she cradled my cock in her mouth. Her hands moved to my hips guiding me to thrust, her hair bouncing slightly in time. Occasionally, her pauses would allow me to feel the tip of my cock move slightly down her throat. The sensation being fulfilled with a flick of her tongue on the span of skin connecting my scrotum and shaft. The warmth of her mouth more welcome each time I would glide back in. But, it was the smile curling the edges of her lips that I knew would do me in.
The shock surprising me, I gripped her shoulders and locked her in place. The unexpected orgasm pulsed from behind my navel, through my cock, and into her waiting mouth. Her muffled chuckle setting off a series of aftershocks. She mercifully pulled away, sitting back on her haunches as my cock throbbed in front of her proud smile. My wreck of a body barely standing only because I had a firm grip on the corner post of the bed and the dresser. The laughter chiming the air was pure mirth as we both marveled at what had transpired.
"A new record!" Her voice exuding excitement as she brought her arms up in victory.
My high starting to evaporate, "were we racing?" The playful irritation intentional.
"Of course," she said matter-of-factly as she stood, not so subtly grazing my cock as she did so. "Payback. I found your button and pushed it."
"That was just plain mean," I retorted, half meaning it.
"Mean is what you did the last time you were here." The mock seriousness undercut by her grin. "I seem to recall you 'chose' not to cum?"
Strength returning, I raised a hand to my mouth in scandalous shock. Recalling how I had made the effort to chain her orgasms together for most of the previous encounter, I had not thought to cum. It was just too much fun to watch her squirm at my whim. I shrugged, "I was on a roll."
"Not tonight!" She pushed me down on to the bed, and wrapped her hand around my limp cock. The determination to reanimate it punctuated by the flash of her smile.
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Teal
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Posted:Nov 7, 2020 9:34 pm
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2021 11:25 am
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"Leave them off, I love the way your ass looks in that skirt. Those will just get in the way." It was no lie, and she accentuated that truth by running her hands over her bottom to smooth the material. The motion was calculated, I knew. Putting her hands behind her forced her to lean forward slightly and frame her breasts perfectly. A warm throb told me her calculation was working.
Feigning innocence, she appraised her ass in the full length mirror next to her. Shifting and rolling her hips to see that the skirt moved satisfactorily. "I concur," she said distractedly. Reaching for the blouse and ignoring the bra, the sway in her breasts made her soft nipples shift quickly. A momentary sense of regret instinctively crossed my mind. The teal draped from her waist complimented the caramel of her skin, and now that damned blouse would ruin the palette.
She slid each arm through the sleeves in turn, the material a stark white and an impeccable match for the skirt. My furtive regret dismissed in appreciation of her style. The sharp collar bent crispy so that the tips pointed at the shadows her nipples formed in contrast to the material. Although not hard, the shape of them translated perfectly.
Half-sitting in the bed, my legs were crossed and stretched out before me. My erection strained against my slacks. Her performance was effective, but I was slightly irritated. A tease was always appreciated, but my sense of punctuality created an undesired conflict within me. Playing this game when we have somewhere to be? I was absolutely prepared to spend the evening in our point-counterpoint flirtations, letting the build saturate us. This had to be dealt with before we were going anywhere.
I hummed sharply, drawing her to make eye contact. I saw the dance of confusion knit her eyebrows. "Come here," I commanded softly. The sound of my belt buckle coming undone followed as I moved to expose my cock and free my hips. Understanding smoothed her eyebrows and purpose lit her eyes. She had the wherewithal to move to the side of the bed sheepishly. She reached out demurely to ease my ache, but I shook my head to negate the attempt.
"Climb on," I said, maintaining my tone. When I sensed hesitation, the arch in my eyebrow moved her. Obediently, the skirt slid in her hands and she climbed onto the bed. She paused a moment, kneeling beside me to wait.
"I want inside you." Her eyes locked onto mine, defiance flashing briefly before evaporating into compliance. The smooth skin of her inner thigh grazed my swollen cock as her leg swung over my hips. Pulling her skirt a little higher, a hand wrapped around me. The sweep of the tip of my cock along her warm lips sent a sensation of warmth echoing through my body. It took a few motions before she was satisfied to continue, leaving me positioned to enter her. She allowed the skirt to drape down, concealing our nudity while she created downward pressure in her hips.
It was obvious she was not as ready as I, but she slowly worked my cock. Each rocking motion of her hips, drawing me in further. The glide coming easier as the tempo increased gradually. Instinctively my hands itched to find their place on her hips, but I wove them together behind my head instead. At last, she buried the shaft deeply within her. A sharp intake of breath was all I gave her in way of an assent to continue. The hidden warmth enclosing me drifted outward with each rise and fall. Her hands clenched at my chest as she tried in vain to stay silent. So, still defiant, I smiled in amusement.
Although I could not see her work, the feel of her ass on my balls each time she bounced was all the more intoxicating. Her eyes closed and eyebrows pulled tightly together. The effort she exerted erased all but the embers of my prior irritation. Instead, the electricity building in its place was coming to bear sharply in us both. The pace and breath quickened as the charge swelled at the base of my cock threateningly.
Her mouth clicked open with a deep exhale, inviting me to follow. I could feel her tighten around me and I went blind. Without my knowledge, my hands gripped her waist and I thrust upward, riding the wave coursing through my cock. Her already wet pussy became drenched with our cum. Growling, I tilted my hands so that her hips guided her torso forward and I leaned up to kiss her and complete the circle. A few moments passed this way in warm paralysis before I lifted her up. The aftershock blazed through me as my cock was freed.
She smiled and rolled her hips and leg back over me, being careful not to allow the skirt to drag. Moving back to stand on the floor, she ran her hands back over the teal skirt smoothing what wrinkles she could find. Even satiated, I was mesmerized. Catching my gaze, she arched her eyebrow as she stepped into her heels. The message she was ready to go evident.
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Chills
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Posted:Nov 5, 2020 10:52 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2021 7:30 pm
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She had been in there for some time before I realized I needed an answer the question I asked her when she came home.
"Bath first," was her automatic answer, not really hearing the question. She had moved down the hall, expelling clothes as she went. The message and mission were clear enough that I had known any interruption would likely mean my untimely demise. However, the fear of death had subsided in the half-hour since her disappearance into the bath and I still needed an answer. I knocked on the door, heard a small splash, but no other response.
Headphones, I thought. No matter how often I had told her the steam and moisture would ruin them or how often they may plunge into her bath, she persisted and would wear them anyway. After a moment, I let myself in with resolve. The once salacious nature of seeing her naked had long since evolved into appreciation. She never stopped being beautiful, but I had learned that not every glimpse of her in the nude warranted an erection. My question was almost immediately forgotten as the realization came that this would not be one of those times.
Her headphones were indeed pulled tightly over her ears; the white band arcing through her dark hair as it lay in a loose bun on the back of the tub. I could hear the muted throb of music creating pulses in the humid air. Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was open slightly. The light pant in her breath creating a counter-melody in the air. I closed my eyes, too, my body tuning into her rhythm.
When I opened my eyes, hers had already found them. Half-lidded, her dark eyes were purposeful. She held my gaze for a moment before a small splash caught my attention. I rested against the counter as the image of her hand wrapped around her breast came into view. Her diminutive fingers clenched and released, pushing the milky skin between the fingers. The thumb and forefinger tugging at the hard, plum-colored nipple with each squeeze. My cock swelled thankfully as I remembered the texture of her skin in my mouth, imagining my tongue and lips in place of her fingers.
Lingering on the vision a moment longer, our eyes reconnected. She had formed the curl of a smile at the edge of the almond shapes, knowing the effect she was having. Her pupils darted down to invite my gaze to visit another source of splashing. The invitation led down the curve of her breast, through the line of her belly, over her navel, then along her arm. The water vibrated in time with the pair of fingers she was using to tease her clit. Each circular motion would distort the image slightly in time to another pant sent across the water.
My hand moved to rub the tip of my cock through my pants, synchronizing with her effort. I knew she would be watching as she knew I would be watching her. For effect, she would pause and spread her dark lips apart, revealing pink flesh before closing her whole hand over her pussy and siding a single finger inside before pulling it back to her clit to repeat the cycle.
The cloth rudely separating my hand from my cock was removed without a sound. Free, it hung in the warm air, aching in need. Cupping my hand over the tip, I began stroking the sensitive tip. The scene below serving to draw my ecstacy out and lubricate my palm. Our rhythm pulsed together, each mirroring the pace and flow.
I heard the beginnings of a moan behind her lips and I began to crest. The increase in urgency flooded us both as we locked eyes. She was willing me to cum in the moan that filled the room. I thankfully obliged in a deep growl, shaking each time a piece of me blissfully left my body.
Collapsing to sit next to the tub, I watched her unfocused eyes drift back to me. My hand snaking through the water filling the space between her legs. I found her still slick pussy willing to admit my fingers, but she shifted her hips quickly to draw them out.
She pulled the headphones away from head in a careful motion. With a sharp breath, she caught my eyes again. "Dinner first," she said
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SpaceDemon256 - Part One, Maybe
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Posted:Oct 31, 2020 7:12 pm
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2021 10:15 pm
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Noticing her had been the easy part. The effortless grace of each pose in her collage made her hard miss. The deep saturation she favored in her pictures brilliantly made her apple-colored lips stand out against the caramel skin. Even her clothing, when present, was arranged in such a way both entice and conceal in the kind of way I would expect if she were on the bed next .
She is crafting a fantasy, I mused. The realization strengthened the attraction. Each subtle detail laced into the vision she conjured serving to multiply the impact, as she obviously intended.
It was not until I had thumbed through her pictures a third time did I attention the captions. Habit had taught me that most of the women assumed their nudity alone was enough warrant the interest of the men here. A few would add captions that either dated the image or expressed their intention; grammar often the deciding factor between sexy and attractive. What can I say? There is art to be found in the bodies of women, but beauty is a cerebral endeavor.
The story she presented relied on both her body and her words; each image stroking my libido, each caption evoking thought. The way a lover should in order to challenge me. Showing me the reward and reminding me that I must earn it.
Clever girl, I thought. Amusement growing as the parallels between the context of the movie quote and what she was doing connected themselves in my mind.
Let me see if I can get a bite, I murmured internally as I sent a quick complimenting her profile. The compliment was crafted catch her interest and still be easy and sincere, anything other and I was sure she would weed out.
“Damn!” The quick response surprised for a moment until I read the “Auto Reply” header in the . Even so, she did not disappoint. Her auto-reply, like everything else she did, evoked a playful challenge. Wit full display, she pulled in further.
Nerd who tells jokes, I mirrored. Zipping out my response, I turned study her profile. It is my habit do so only after leafing through what images and videos are available. Enjoying what a woman puts on display before getting know more is how things are done in the real world, why should this be different? Besides, I enjoy a good dessert after my meal. Short, ample, and, most importantly, educated.
“Shit,” I exhaled, the notification bell indicating I had indeed gotten a nibble. She had replied, short and sweet, inviting me a little further in. Knowing I had, maybe, one or two more messages hook her, I did not want scare her off. Another compliment, a prompt, then a question. Each received and replied , living the fantasy painted in my mind.
It was obvious she was the hunt and deliberate in her duty. She could easily find and consume any cock she wanted. So, she wants a mind too, I speculated correctly. Each of her answers eschewing easy crudity for a swordplay of wit. The eroticism lay in what was being avoided rather than the contents of the exchange. She knew she could have me with a simple affirmative, and I knew I would make it worth her while. The tease omnipresent in the push and pull tide of conversation. My desperation tamped down with each quick note back and forth; my eyes narrowed, focused on the pleasure and challenge.
"Your move..."
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