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Archive name: together.txt (MF, 1st, rom)
Authors name: Rick LaVallee (rlavallee323@msn.com)
Story title : Together at Last
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Together at Last
By Rick LaVallee (rlavallee323@msn.com)
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A woman decides to share her body with her boyfriend at
last. (MF, 1st, rom)
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After a perfect evening of dinner and dancing, of
thoughtfulness and playfulness, of coy demurrals and
deep, meaningful glances, we reach the top of your
steps and you place your key in the lock, turning to me
with a smile, all your doubts and cares swept away,
leaving only your desire, your decision irrevocably
made.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening. Good night," I say
as I reach for you to kiss you goodbye. I can sense
your heat, but have no wish to hurry you into an
intimacy that I know will change both our lives
forever. Breaking the kiss I turn to descend the steps,
but you take me by the hand, replying in a deep,
throaty voice, "Yes, a very good night," and you turn
the key in the lock, leading me across the threshold
and into your home, at the same time crossing a
threshold of a more sensual kind, your mind acquiescing
to your bodies need.
You close the door behind us, maintaining your light
grip on my hand, and lead me through your foyer and
across your living room, approaching the staircase
leading to the bedrooms. With me in tow, you slowly
climb the stairs until, upon reaching the top, you lead
me to a door on the right side of the banister and open
it, gently pulling me inside and shutting the door
behind us.
You stand with your back against the door, your heart
pounding, your mind still adjusting to your bravery. I
watch as your breasts rise and fall with each breath,
perspiration beginning to bead on your forehead, a drop
falling into your cleavage and slowly trickling under
the edge of your blouse, giving rise to a faint blemish
in the delicate fabric. Your courage regained, you
straighten up and reach for the top button of my shirt.
I watch your hands tremble as you slowly unbutton each
button until you reach the top of my trousers, then you
tug the shirttail out and reach to unsnap those also.
You pause to allow me to kick off my loafers, then
lower my pants to the floor for me to step out of.
You kneel to pull down my underwear, but it is here
that I take command, grasping you gently but firmly by
the shoulders and raising you back to your feet. You
start to mouth protest, but I place my index finger
across your swollen lips, the silence remaining
unbroken. Tonight is to be for your pleasure.
I gently cup your face with both my hands, and kiss
you deeply but undemanding, exploring your soul as well
as your mouth. I run my tongue across your teeth,
searching, learning, exploring. Breaking away softly, I
look deeply into your eyes as I slowly unsnap your
blouse, my fingers working their way down to your
skirt, whereupon I pull the blouse off entirely, the
sleeves sliding down your arms to reveal your white
lace brassiere.
I lean down and softly kiss each creamy breast as your
chest heaves and your excitement mounts. Pulling away,
I kneel in front of you, unfasten your skirt and gently
lower it to the floor, revealing your matching white
lace panties and garter belt. I lift your right leg by
calf and ankle, freeing it from your discarded skirt
and removing your shoe, pausing to kiss the top of your
foot, then repeat the procedure with your left leg,
again kissing the top of your hose-encased foot before
allowing it to resume its place on the floor.
I then arise to find you standing with a glazed look in
your eyes, your lips swollen with desire. You reach for
me, but I deny your impulse, taking your hands and
returning them to your side, silently controlling the
pace of our lovemaking. I take a step back, admiring
your angelic form until I am fully inebriated with the
glorious sight of you, then I take you in my powerful
arms, once again kissing you deeply, one hand gently
stroking your golden hair.
Reaching behind you I unclasp your sheer, lace
brassiere, allowing the straps to slowly fall around
your shoulders, revealing their faint imprint in your
alabaster skin. I gently rub the imprint, abhorring its
intrusion on such perfection. The merest touch of my
fingers raises a pink blush to your flesh, which, along
with the imprint, fades quickly from view when I remove
my fingers. I then stand back, allowing the bra to slip
completely off your shoulders, exposing your nipples to
my gaze. They stand proudly, your areolas puffed and
swollen with expectation.
Pulling you to me, I bury my face between the fullness
of your breasts and softly kiss first the right one and
then the left, gently flicking my tongue at each
nipple, causing you to shiver with desire. I look into
your eyes and see only an unfocused reflection, your
pupils entirely filling your irises as you stare
unseeingly into a world of unfulfilled need. They focus
for a moment, gazing directly into my eyes, imploring
me for release, but I know the tantalization you are
experiencing will only heighten your eventual pleasure.
I slowly work my way down your torso, gently kissing
your smooth belly. When I reach your navel I swirl my
tongue in its recesses, causing your stomach muscles to
jerk uncontrollably from the unbearable delight. As my
mouth continues its journey down your body, my tongue
flicks out again and again between kisses, eliciting
soft moans from deep within your body. My every touch
is causing you to tremble and shake.
When I reach your garter belt I pause, reaching down to
lightly unclip your hose and roll them down your legs,
first the right one and then the left, pausing once
more to kiss the top of each foot. I reach up once more
and grasp your garter belt, pulling it down your body
and helping you to step out of it. With your sheer
panties providing your only covering, I sit back on my
heels and drink in the sight of you, silently offering
a prayer to the gods for the magnificence they have
bestowed upon me. I then stand, lifting you in my arms
as I rise, and gently lay you on the bed.
I am excited by your obvious desire, which is proven by
the swelling of your lips and nipples and the mild
tremors that are passing through your body. But I
subdue my own need to concentrate on intensifying your
arousal. Grasping one foot I kiss its ankle and slowly
work my way up your leg, trailing my tongue and
stopping at your knee. I kiss and gently scrape my
fingernails over the soft skin covering the back of
your knee, eliciting a soft moan in the process. I
switch to your other leg, scraping the flesh behind its
knee with my teeth, then kiss my way up your thigh
until I reach your nearly dripping panties.
I hook my thumbs under the elastic of the moist garment
and tug it down as you lift your hips to assist me.
After I roll them down your legs and off your feet, you
immediately open your thighs, but the moment is not yet
mature. With a firm but gentle grip on your knees, I
force you to roll onto your stomach and again slowly
taste my way up your thighs, kissing and gently biting
your tender flesh, first one side, then the other,
making my way from your legs to your buttocks, pausing
to lick the top of its crease, bringing more tremors
and involuntary sounds.
You are almost completely beyond self-control now.
Perspiration is pouring in rivers from your body as you
writhe in the exquisite torment you are experiencing.
Your eyes are closed, but under your eyelids I can see
them flutter spasmodically in anticipation. Turning you
onto your back once more, I allow you to open your
thighs, raising your legs as you do so. I kiss your
inner thighs, feeling you shudder with delight, your
body shivering even more vehemently as I scrape my
fingernails across your tender flesh, and I watch as
you spasm in a mini-orgasm, your control completely
abandoned. Tears flow from your eyes as they plead with
me silently for release.
Finally I deem the time to be ripe. I make my way to
your inner sanctum, drinking in the musky aroma. I
touch your pussy for the first time, your body jerking,
initially shrinking from the contact but swiftly
bucking to increase the pressure of my tongue on your
opening. Careful not to touch your clitoris, which is
lightly protruding from it's sheath of skin, I
alternate quick flicks of my tongue with long, abrasive
laps at the soft folds of your pussy, thirsting for
your nectar, drink of the gods.
Journeying south, I run my tongue along your perineum,
causing you to shiver and bringing goosebumps to your
quivering flesh. Now confident that I have brought you
to the pinnacle of expectation, I relent, gently taking
your clitoris between my teeth and flicking my tongue
at its tip, causing you to explode into orgasm, your
body racked by shudders as it achieves its release.
One orgasm after another rips through your body as I
continue my merciless assault upon your clitoris, very
gently nipping at it with my teeth as your body twists
and turns until, finally, your climax eases its
violence and your mind comes back to you.
You open your eyes and look at me with complete
satisfaction, but we're not nearly through yet. I stand
to remove my underwear, then, climbing back into bed, I
kneel between your knees with my throbbing erection in
one hand, guiding it towards you. I hold it against
your now drenched opening, rubbing it up and down your
slit, then holding it against your clitoris, applying
pressure and readying you for my attack.
Finally, as you twist in sweet agony once more, I
thrust my hips forward, easily sliding deep into you,
parting your warm flesh with my cock and plunging you
into the depths of orgasm again; then I start fucking
you with long strokes, your back arching to meet me as
I force myself deeper and deeper into your body, first
slowly, then increasing my tempo as you quiver and
shake, slamming your hips forward to meet mine.
I feel my climax swiftly approaching, so I slow my
pace, pulling my cock all the way out and resting it on
your clitoris once more, allowing my urgency to abate,
but causing you to open your eyes and buck your hips
wildly, your body's need demanding more. Having staved
off my impending orgasm, I drive my hips forward once
more, drawing a harsh grunt from your battered body as
I pound into you again and again. All subtlety now
gone, determined to draw one more orgasm from your
tired, pulsating body until, unable to bear the rising
crescendo any longer we explode together in a
kaleidoscope of light, our bodies crushed against one
another, attempting to prolong the pleasure.
Finally I collapse onto the pillow beside you, my body
exhausted. You lie nearly motionless, your only
movement an occasional shiver, thoroughly satisfied.
We gradually compose ourselves, whispering sweet
endearments in each other's ears. As magical as our
lovemaking was, we are each secure in the knowledge
that this is but the first of many such nights. I lean
over and kiss you lightly on the lips before we both
drift off into the sweet solace of sleep.
END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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