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Taking it Off-Line
by Huggybunny (address withheld)
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Sometimes the real think is just so much better. (MF,
rom)
***
He was sitting at the computer, concentrating on the
activity online. She approached from behind, and put
her arms around his shoulders, leaned her breasts into
his back, and nuzzled his ear. He leaned into her, and
lost his stream of thought on the conversation online.
She kissed the top of his head, then the back of his
neck.
"Let's go to bed, honey," she whispered huskily.
A few quick keystrokes and he was logged off. She shut
off the light and followed him into the dimly lit
bedroom. The bed looked inviting, and he sat on the
edge. She stood in front of him, one of his legs
between hers, and rested lightly on his knee with her
warm femaleness. He began to already feel a stirring,
but he knew that she wasn't was going to make his
satisfaction come too soon, nor would he hers.
She unbuttoned his shirt collar, and leaned forward,
kissing him in the hollow of the neck, and letting her
fingers trail onto his chest. Putting his arms around
her, he pulled her closer and kissed her eyelids, her
hair, all around her mouth. She sucked his lower lip
into her mouth and gently nibbled at it, as her hands
pushed his chest a bit away from her, just enough to
unbutton a few more shirt buttons.
She wrapped her arms around him beneath the shirt and
rubbed her fingers lightly on his bare back. She felt a
bit of a shiver from him as her adjusted to the almost
tickling sensation. Quickly, her thrust her arms upward
and yanked the shirt unexpectedly out of his pants.
Her hands moved to the belt, and he continued
attempting to suck her tongue into his mouth, while she
fumbled with the buckle. From experience, he knew that
the fumble was all part of the tease, and he loved
feeling her fingers fluttering at his fly, exciting him
even more.
He knew she loved seeing that first thrust of his hard
penis against the fabric of his shorts once she freed
him from the belt and zipper, and at the same time, he
longed for her hot and moist crotch against him. He ran
his hands down her tush, and pulled her toward him with
both hands, but she resisted, still working on his
zipper.
At last she managed to slide it downward. His penis
burst forth from the constriction of his pants and
pushed against the soft fabric of his shorts. She moved
her hands down over the stiff cock and he took in a
breath quickly. His hands gripped her ass, and began to
work at pulling her dress up over her ample rear.
She had on his favorite dress, the black silk one, and
he imagined that he could feel the soft lacey half slip
and matching camisole, but he wasn't absolutely sure.
She was a woman of many surprises, and her imagination
was limitless. She raised herself up a bit, still
balancing on his knee, and allowed the dress to slide
up.
"Omigod," he intoned to himself. She didn't have on the
slip and he couldn't feel the bottom of the camisole,
either. He suspected that she had on some as yet unseen
article to delight him.
She leaned backward, and let him shrug off the shirt.
Then she dropped to the floor and untied his shoes,
pulled them off, rolled his socks down and off. She
caressed his arches, tickled the tops of his feet
lightly, and dropped a small kiss on the instep of each
foot. Running her hands up his calves, she pulled
forward lightly, and urged him to stand.
As he arose, his pants slid to the floor and were
tossed aside. Then she rose, and in one swift motion
lifted her arms and allowed him to slip the dress up
and over her head. The cloth moving over her hair made
it even further mussed it, and made it wilder and
sexier than usual.
But her hair was not what he was concentrating on. No,
definitely not her hair. The removal of the dress
revealed a one-piece garment, not unlike what he would
picture Scarlet O'Hara as having worn. True, it was
black and that's not exactly what he would picture the
southern belle in, but close enough. It cinched in her
waist and emphasized her already hourglass and
substantial figure.
At the top, her breasts were half-bare, and the nipples
peeked out over a tiny edge of pink lace. He rested his
hands lightly at her waist and noticed her red-blonde
hair peeking out at him from below. This garment,
whatever it was, ended just below the hip and there
were garters descending down her legs (black and pink
garters, no less!) and hooking into sheer black
stockings. How could he have not guessed that something
like this was waiting under that much-loved but demure
dress, he wondered.
His hands forced her to turn around, and the back of
the undergarment revealed that that was just as bare.
Her rounded rear protruded invitingly and he smoothed
his hands over the cheeks. He teasingly ran a finger up
between her cleft and felt her tense under his touch.
He turned her back around, pulling her close, and
ruling her with his cool touch. She melted against him.
She could feel the protrusion of his penis pushing
against her, and she realized that he was still wearing
his cotton undershorts. She ran her hands around his
back and eased them inside the waistband, sliding them
down, and over his ass. For just a moment they stood
locked that way. Then she began pulling his underwear
off, revealing his hairy tush, and backing just far
enough away from him to lift the shorts over his hard
cock, and let the underwear fall to the floor,
forgotten beneath them.
He moved backwards and again sat on the edge of the
bed. He pulled her toward him, his hands still
caressing her rear, and buried his face in the cleft of
her breasts, nuzzling and licking and nibbling. Her
fingers were running through the back of his hair,
lightly tickling his scalp and sending shivers down his
spine, as she widened the angle between her legs and
allowed his fingers to glide over her warm, moist
fragrant slit.
One of his hands trailed down the back of her thigh,
playing around the top of stocking and finally finding
the garter. He unhooked it, and then repeated the
action on the other side. As sexy as this garment was,
he knew that the body underneath, with the expanse of
soft pink-white skin was even more sensuous.
Slowly he released her, never breaking the rhythm of
his caresses, and slid his hand down her leg, reaching
her ankle. He stretched the leg out, resting the small
foot gently on his crotch. The black stockinged toes
wiggled against his balls, and he admired the view of
her balanced there, one leg up and touching him most
privately, her pink pussy open to him, the pose causing
her breasts to be thrust forward and her ass appear
almost totally rounded.
He slid his hand back up the leg, and unhooked the
front garter, allowing himself the luxury of a brush of
his fingers across her opening before he released that
leg to the floor, and replaced it with her other. He
almost gave in to the urge to bury his face in her
downy privates, but instead continued to remove her
stocking.
This time however, he did not release her foot to the
floor. He slid the silky nylon down her leg and let the
motion of her toes and the fabric being swished over
his scrotum to excite him further, as he explored the
possibilities of how the black and pink bustier was to
be removed.
Finally, he discovered a pink ribbon at the center
front that looked like it could be untied, and putting
her foot back to the floor, leaned forward and
concentrated on this puzzle. His large hands fumbled
with the tiny ribbon but managed to untie it, and then
free the laces down the front of the garment.
Eventually, the garment was loosened enough to allow it
to slide off with his help, and she stepped out of it,
leaving the small pile of black and pink lace on the
floor.
He cupped a breast in each hand, and brushed his thumbs
across her nipples.
She thrust herself toward him, and began kissing his
neck, his chin, his mouth.
Together, the rolled onto the bed, facing each other
and side by side, kissing and fondling, his fingers
tracing circles around her breasts and her hands
pulling him toward her by his hips. A subtle shift and
she was atop him, straddling his chest with her knees,
her moist crotch resting warmly on him.
She dangled her breasts in his face, teasing him with
the milky softness and the erect pink nipples. She
brushed his lips with the nipples and leaned forward,
burying his face between her breasts, feeling his hot
breath on her, and letting his hands guide a nipple
into his mouth.
His tongue flicked across the nipple, and gently he
began sucking, as she rocked forward on her hips to
match the rhythm of his mouth on her throbbing nipple.
She could feel almost a line running straight downward
from her nipple to her clit and longed to feel his
mouth or his hand or his penis touching her there too,
as she rubbed herself against his chest.
His hands urged her aside, and now she was on the
bottom, with his face on her tummy and his hands
beneath her hips. His penis brushed her chin, and she
touched her tongue to it as he ran his mouth down her
belly, parted her legs with his hands, and tasted her.
His tongue flicked over her clit, and she felt the urge
to moan, but his cock was filling her mouth, so she
licked and sucked and reached for his balls with her
hands.
She could feel his hands working her hips higher,
pulling them into her face, and then a finger dipping
into her vagina from behind. He toyed there, moving the
finger in circles inside her, then in and out. All the
time, his tongue and lips continued to work on her
throbbing bud, and she felt the tension beginning to
build.
The finger left her vagina, and slid southward, finding
her anus and teasing, touching, tickling there until
the tightness relaxed and the finger, moist with her
own juices, slid inside. She took a breath quickly, and
felt the fullness, the thrusting, his mouth, his
fingers... and knew that soon all inhibitions would
release and she would come.
But no...the rhythm changed and she almost cried with
the disappointment. He pulled back, and turned around,
resting her ankles on his shoulders and spreading her
legs wide as he entered her. The sudden fullness made
her gasp with delight, and he let her legs support him
as he plunged forward, letting his penis stay inside
her for a second as she tightened the muscles inside to
clutch at his organ. He knew she loved this, what she
called her "rocking chair" as they moved back and forth
together, watching each others faces, bodies hot and
slick and melting into one.
But now it was her turn. She stopped the motion, and
her realized that now the tables were turned. She
wanted him in her mouth, the explosion coming where she
could feel it all, and he accommodated her by pulling
out and rolling onto his back. She leaned over him, on
her knees and at his side, her rounded ass toward him,
her legs slightly separated.
She took his penis in her mouth, touching his balls
lightly with one hand and balancing on the other. He
raised his hand to her bottom and smacked it with his
open palm once lightly. The sudden shock made her take
his cock more deeply, and she moaned as she felt her
power over him with her tongue, her teeth grazing his
foreskin ever so gently on the out-thrust.
Her rear presented such an inviting picture, and he
slid a finger lightly into her ass, another into her
vagina. Silently, she thanked her lucky stars that
she'd found a man with big, agile hands. The finger in
her ass moved circularly, and the finger in her pussy
moved in and out. His thumb brushed her clit and she
began to moan, even as she felt his balls tightening.
The rhythm began to build, his two fingers and his
thumb moving at the same pace as her tongue and lips
and fingers on his balls. Both of them were beyond the
point of return and her hips thrust in time to his
hands. His pelvis rose and fell, helping her mouth
along. A moan began whether from him or her neither was
certain, and was joined by a cry from the other.
Her clit was throbbing and she felt the tingle all the
way to her breasts as she rubbed them across his thigh.
She pressed downward, pushing herself into his hands,
and tonguing his cock more frantically. She knew that
only seconds were left, if that, and then she felt his
penis begin pumping.
As her own orgasm crested and washed over her, the
waves of motion and emotion taking her, she tasted his
semen in her mouth, felt it splatting against her
palate. Everything became a blur of sensations,
pleasurable tastes, touches, sounds, smells, sights--
all blending into a wonderful moment of total abandon
of inhibition. She let herself ride the crest, and
dimly knew he was doing the same.
And then she relaxed, let his now flaccid penis fall
aside. She dropped from her knees to stretch out, still
facing opposite him, on the bed. She became aware of
the heavy breathing and the slick bodies and the musky
scents and rested, as he did the same. A few minutes
later, she twisted around and righted herself, putting
her head on the pillow next to his.
She kissed him on the ear lightly, and grinned at his
satisfied and sleepy smile. She whispered, "My love, I
never ever expected to meet someone like you online.
And taking it off-line was surely the bonus of a
lifetime."
She snuggled up next to him and fell into a light
sleep, knowing that a similar scene would be enacted
again in a few hours, as they savored their limited
time together.
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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