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The Chair
by Paola Kathuria
(paola@arcglade.demon.co.uk)
The first thing his fingers touched when he reached out to her was her
T-shirt. Grasping it at her sides, he pulled it tight against her belly
and breasts for a moment, revealing her contours; and his eyes fell to the
dip where her navel was. His hands were then at her trousers, fiddling
with the zip, pulling it down. He frowned with concentration while she
smiled and pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing full naked breasts.
Her trousers fell to the floor, and he already had a nipple in his mouth,
flicking it with his tongue, while he tugged down her last garment of
clothing, leaving her only to step out of the pile at her ankles.
Sitting in the big low chair, the man started on his shorts,
disjointed by his stiff cock, to free himself and toss that only clothing
to the floor with the others. Hands on her hips, he pulled her towards him
until she was standing between his open thighs. His face pressed into her
breasts while her hands caressed his head; his moved down over her body,
feeling her back and bum then around over her belly, down to the patch of
her hair at the top of her legs. His finger briefly dipped between her
legs before moving down her thighs and to the back of her knees. When he
looked up, her eyes were closed and he gently pushed her away to close his
legs and then drew her near to him again until her legs were straddling his
thighs, causing her to sit as she held onto his shoulders. His cock waved
stiffly between them as his hands moved to her breasts again, lifting and
pushing them together. When their eyes met, they both leaned forward to
kiss, lips touching softly and gently at first, and then more urgently,
while their arms moved around each other, holding each other tightly.
They were breathing heavily when he finally looked down to watch his
hand move to between her legs so that he could rub her there, feel the warm
wetness, while she grasped his cock and aimed it towards his hand. Pushing
his cock down while he separated her lips with his fingers, she pushed the
tip of him into her. They shifted a bit, holding onto one another, and
then he started to work his way further into her while she slowly moved
back and forth on his thighs, feeling his hardness filling her.
For a long while after he had eased into her as much as he could, they
just sat there, moving slightly against each other, eyes closed, feeling
the warmth and feeling the hardness. Once in a while she would clench her
muscles around him, trying to ripple from the head to the base, squeezing
him. His hands were either holding her bum, kneading the flesh while
supporting her as she rocked or they were on her back or holding her
breasts.
They grew hot and they both started to perspire although they were
moving only a little. It wasn't clear who increased the pace first, but
she was holding his shoulders tightly as she rocked back and forth with
longer faster strokes while he held her, lifting her up as she slid off his
cock, leaving his head grasped just inside her, and then back down so that
he was pushed hard within her. A hand moved back to between her legs and
his fingers stroked her as he sought out her clitoris. His fingers were
awash from her soft liquid in the short time it took to find the stiff
hooded nub. Dragging a fingertip up from between her legs towards him, she
inhaled quickly, opening her eyes to watch his face while he started to
circle her clit with his finger.
They moved more quickly together. The warmth which had spread from
the base of his cock to his belly had transformed into an urgent need to
come into her. Shifting his hand slightly, he exposed her stiff clitoris
and started to tap on it quickly with a fingertip. The reaction was
immediate. Grasping him tighter, she clenched his thighs and closed her
eyes; her face was in a kind of grimace as she coped with the overwhelming
focus of feeling between her legs. They could hear her thighs slapping
back onto his as they started to move even faster, he working hard not to
lose his place with his fingers on her. Pushing down on his hand and
gasping suddenly, she started to come. As his cock was surrounded with
spasms, he thrust hard into her, holding her behind her back with one hand
as he groaned.
Stimulating her clitoris relentlessly, she continued to come, her body
rigid, her cunt clenching his fingers, while she fucked him. His hips were
thrusting quickly when he felt that approaching urgency of release.
Continuing his ministrations to her clit, he clenched his teeth and thrust
hard several more times into her tight wet cunt until he started to spurt
into her. His fingers released her clit from their determined assault
while he continued to drive into her, and instead started to rub her
gently, feeling her collapse onto him, breathless and sweaty as his last
thrust shot his remainder into her.
They sat there awhile, panting together, her head heavy on his
shoulder, both exhausted. After a few minutes, feeling cold, he gently
eased her off and they climbed onto the bed, under the covers to hold each
other and kiss slowly.
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The Chair
by Paola Kathuria
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