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Lisa
by The Midnight Lurker (address withheld)

***

There are compensations for being stuck at home, even 
though you wish you might be on vacation to some other 
place. (MF, rom)

***

The only unfortunate thing about my current week-long 
vacation from work is that my fiancée, Lisa, could not 
arrange any time off from her own job. If she did not 
have to work this week as well, we probably would have 
gone up the coast sight-seeing. 

So... while I spend these days relaxing and doing 
whatever I want, my beloved Lisa is dealing with frantic 
Christmas shoppers in the department store where she is 
employed, as a cashier.

I much rather the two of us spend this week together, in 
constant togetherness, on a dual vacation. But alas...

I spent my most recent day doing some Christmas shopping 
of my own, before coming back home to the apartment. 
Since I am on vacation from work, it is my duty this 
week to take care of all household chores and jobs. I 
have no problem with that, since Lisa is busy working 
eight hour days. Our normal routine is to take turns 
doing chores - alternating every other day. It is only 
fair that way, you know.

On this particular (late) afternoon, after I did some 
vacuuming and laundry, it was time to relax... I crashed 
the sofa and decided to watch a little television.

At 6:15pm, I heard the familiar clippety-clop of Lisa's 
high-heels outside upon the pavement. I hear that noise 
at the same time, every day. Leaving the television on, 
I immediately sprung up and darted over to the front 
door, to meet her. Within seconds, Lisa appeared.

"Hi there, sweetheart," I greeted, kissing her on the 
cheek and grabbing hold of her right hand. "How are 
you?"

She walked into the apartment and closed the door behind 
her, then offered a tiny pout. "Tired, Jeremy. It's been 
a very long day at work. The holiday season is always 
tough."

"Are you sore, too?" I inquired, sympathetically. 

She nodded her head and replied, "Yeah." I figured this 
was coming even before she got home. Being a cashier, 
Lisa always has a tough go of things at work during the 
holidays.

With my free hand, I took her purse, and placed it upon 
the nearby kitchen counter. Then I smiled, and tugged 
her hand gently. "Let's go over to the sofa. I bet that 
I can make you feel a whole lot better."

Lisa giggled softly and shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, 
why not? You probably can't make me feel any worse."

I laughed at her joking comment, then led her by the 
hand over to the sofa. Once there, I flicked the 
television off with the remote control, then took a 
seat. I patted the cushion next to me, offering Lisa a 
place to sit down.

She took it, and then sighed in a definite mixture of 
exhaustion and relief. She was exhausted because of her 
hectic day at work, but also relieved that it was 
finally over. A cashier once myself, I knew the feeling.

Still holding her hand, I gave Lisa a deep look and then 
asked in a quiet tone, "What hurts the most, 
sweetheart?"

"My entire body?" she generalized, before pausing. "No. 
My feet hurt the most. I've been on them on day."

I leaned over and gave her a simple kiss on the cheek 
while lifting one of her stockinged legs up and over my 
lap. "You need a foot rub," I told her, while bringing 
her other leg up as well. Lisa let out another giggle, 
then turned slightly and reclined back until her elbows 
were both firmly planted upon the sofa cushions.

Being that she is a cashier in a department store, Lisa 
has to look good at all times. Thus, she has to dress 
good as well. So on this day, she was wearing a business 
outfit which consisted of a brown blazer top with thick, 
blue lines running up and down it, and a matching knee-
length skirt. As a 20-year-old goddess with blonde hair, 
Lisa looked great to me in this particular outfit.

But then again, she looks great to me ALL of the time.

With her lower legs draped across my lap, I slipped her 
black high-heels off, and let them fall to the floor. 
Lisa snickered and wiggled her toes as I gently grasped 
both of her feet with my hands. In a soothing manner, I 
started to massage the soles of her feet with both of my 
thumbs and index fingers. Lisa closed her eyes and 
sighed, then lay all the back until her neck was resting 
upon the sofa's arm.

I looked at her and smiled, enjoying the content, happy 
expression upon her face. It was there because of what I 
was doing to her feet. I find great pleasure when 
bringing Lisa pleasure. I always want to make my lady 
feel good.

Soon, I started to concentrate upon her right foot. I 
grasped either side of it with both hands, then rubbed 
the full length of each thumb across the sole of her 
foot. I'm not what you would call a real "foot man", but 
since Lisa enjoys this particular treatment, I would do 
it all day long to her... if she wanted.

I soon switched from her right foot to her left, and 
gave it equal treatment by grasping it both with hands 
and offering a dual thumb massage. In response, Lisa, 
her eyes still closed, giggled and shifted slightly upon 
the sofa.

I may not be a real "foot man", but I am most definitely 
a "leg man". In my opinion, Lisa has the sexiest, 
sleekest pair of long legs that I have ever seen on a 
woman. I bring this up because during the foot massage I 
was giving her, I could not help but notice her 
beautiful, smooth legs, and the fine black stockings 
which encased both.

Thus, in a matter of seconds, my right hand detracted 
from her foot and slid up to her lower leg, and started 
to stroke it. My left hand still worked on her foot, but 
my right was now busy rubbing and caressing her firm 
calf. I looked at Lisa while doing this - she just kept 
her eyes closed, that same content expression upon her 
angelic face.

After a half-minute or so, I thought of something which 
would definitely elicit a response from her. Suddenly, I 
guided my hand up and underneath her knee-length skirt, 
and rubbed the inside of her thigh in slow, luxurious 
circles.

Lisa's eyes darted open and she looked at me with a 
surprised expression the very second my hand sneaked up 
her skirt. I gently squeezed her inner/upper thigh, and 
she let out another giggle in return.

"You didn't offer me a foot massage to make me feel 
better," she playfully teased. "You offered a foot 
massage to warm me up for you - for SEX!"

I laughed at her 'accusation' before replying, "You're 
crazy, woman. Sex-crazy! All I'm doing is rubbing your 
leg and foot here, and you bring up sex."

"Yeah, and reaching up my skirt at the same time," she 
sneered, still in a playful manner.

"How can't I?" I squeezed her inner thigh a bit harder 
and said, "Your legs drive me crazy. They always have."

Lisa puckered her lips together and gave me a very 
inquisitive expression, then swung her legs away from my 
lap and rose up to her knees upon the sofa. She leaned 
over and hooked her arms around my neck, then planted a 
nice, gentle kiss upon my cheek. "You're such a 
sweetheart, Jeremy."

My right hand found its way to one of her stocking-clad 
knees, and gently rubbed it. "You're a sweetheart too." 
I smiled and gave her a tiny kiss of my own, on the 
cheek.

Lisa tilted her head and grinned, then tapped my nose 
with her fingertip. "Do you know what I want to do now?" 
came her squeaky words.

"I have a pretty good idea," was my response.

Lisa suppressed a laugh, then moved her lips to mine and 
offered a smooth, soul-searching type of kiss. I sighed 
against her as our tongues met and started to move 
together, in unison. I felt Lisa's delicate right hand 
slide between our pressed bodies, all the way down to my 
abdomen. She rubbed it for several seconds, then went 
lower and massaged the bulge that was forming in my 
jeans.

I sighed once again, as the kiss became more intense and 
passionate, and as Lisa started to cup and squeeze the 
bulge in my jeans. I felt her tongue slide deep into my 
mouth, and taste what it had to offer. She leaned a bit 
harder against me, and gently cradled my face with both 
hands.

As the kiss was becoming stronger by the second, I 
reached around her, and squeezed her skirt-clad bottom. 
Lisa squealed against me, then responded to my action by 
increasing the ferocity of the kiss two-fold.

With one hand still cupping her bottom, I used my other 
to undo the thick gold buttons upon her blazer top. Once 
half of them were undone, my hand sneaked inside the top 
and squeezed one of her bra-covered breasts. Lisa rubbed 
her fingertips against the fully erect bulge within my 
jeans, and we both moaned together.

I moved my other hand from her bottom to the blazer, 
then undid the remaining few buttons. Lisa gasped as I 
slid the blazer down her shoulders, and eventually off. 
Then, she leaned forward with all of her weight... I 
knew what she wanted, so I reclined all the way back 
upon the sofa, until I was laying down on it.

Lisa went with me in that movement, her mouth never once 
letting go of mine. Laying on my back upon the sofa with 
Lisa on top of me, I reached out with both hands and 
pinched her bottom. Her tongue was moving and sliding 
like never before in my mouth, adding to a truly 
passionate kiss. I continued squeezing her bottom for 
quite some time, but eventually moved my hands up to the 
center of her back and quickly undid the clasps of her 
lacey white bra.

Lisa moaned against me as I slid the straps of her bra 
from her shoulders. She raised slightly, then I pulled 
the lacey garment out from her, with my left hand. It 
fell to the floor, landing next to her blazer top.

I cupped one of her large, firm breasts in a hand and 
squeezed gently, rubbing my thumb over and across its 
hard nipple. Lisa was still kissing me, her arms hooked 
around my neck. But now, in addition, she was grinding 
her pelvis and upper thighs against my full erection.

Still wearing her skirt, Lisa finally broke the kiss and 
sat up, on my erection. She took a deep breath and 
smiled down at me, as I admired the unobstructed, clear 
view of her fabulous breasts. Each full, firm globe was 
crowned by pink circles with small nipples in the 
center.

The smile still upon her face, Lisa leaned over and 
placed both of her hands beside my head. In this 
position, she was clearly offering her breasts to my 
mouth.

I cupped her right breast with both hands and started to 
lick and gently suck its nipple. Lisa cooed and rolled 
her head in response, her body shuddering in obvious 
arousal.

My tongue was rolling and sliding around the pink 
circle, occasionally taking its hard nipple into my 
mouth and sucking gently. Soon, my lips moved to the 
other breast and did the same, although I kept my hand 
on the just-departed globe and tweaked its nipple. I 
could hear Lisa's heartbeat as she sighed contently, her 
long fingers weaving throughout my short brown hair.

I leaned upward very slightly, and started to attack her 
neck and shoulder area with quick, rapid kisses. 
Squealing, Lisa tilted her head to the side, giving me 
better access to the tender skin of her neck.

Soon, however, I had returned to a sitting position upon 
the sofa. Lisa and I wrapped our arms around each other, 
and then we shared a deep, passionate kiss. My hands 
moved down her back, caressing it the whole way, all the 
way to her waistline. There, I undid the few tiny 
buttons on the back of her knee-length skirt. My hands 
sneaked underneath the form-fitting fabric, and I could 
feel the lacey white G-string she wore.

Sighing, Lisa broke the kiss and draped her chin over my 
shoulder. I used this opportunity to look down over her 
own shoulder, and yank the skirt down. I could only move 
it an inch or two... so Lisa rose up to her knees. Now, 
I was able to slide the tight skirt down her luscious 
hips and thighs. She rose up for an instant - long 
enough for me to get the skirt past her knees. Once I 
did, she took a seat on the sofa as I got rid of the 
skirt.

When I grasped Lisa's bottom and squeezed it, she went 
for my erection, and gave it a similar treatment. I was 
still fully dressed, whereas Lisa was down to a G-string 
and a pair of dark, thigh-high stockings. I guess it 
wasn't fair... but it was the way things had transpired.

Nevertheless, Lisa unbuttoned my jeans and reached 
inside, bypassing my briefs and finding my full 
erection. Her precious, soft hand gave it a firm squeeze 
as she kissed me on the mouth again.

I had something else in mind, though, so I sneaked away 
from the sofa and told her to lay down, upon her back. 
Already knowing what I wanted, Lisa did lay down, and 
slightly angled her body to the sofa's edge. I dropped 
to my knees between her outstretched legs, then reached 
forward and slid her lacey G-string down and off.

I placed my hands on either side of her hips and slowly 
moved my mouth toward what was definitely going to be a 
good, tasty snack. Lisa's body stiffened in arousal as 
my tongue made its initial contact with her tiny, damp 
slit. Lisa tasted delicious - just as I knew she would.

My tongue darted in and out of her wetness as I caressed 
her hips with both hands. In response, Lisa sighed 
beneath me, and her body wriggled and writhed around in 
pleasure. I felt her right hand reach down and touch my 
left - I grabbed hold of her hand, and held it tightly.

Lisa started to whine and shriek in rapture as I 
increased the speed and tempo of my tongue upon her. My 
right hand sneaked up her body, and then squeezed a full 
breast. I felt her grab that hand with her own, as I 
continued pumping and squeezing her beautiful breast.

My tongue was buried upon her womanly folds, darting and 
working like crazy. I could taste her delicious juice 
and smell her wonderful aroma, my lips and tongue doing 
quite a number on her.

I wrestled my right hand away from her grasp, and moved 
it from her breast down between her thighs. I extended 
its index finger and then darted it into her 
intoxicating slit. That finger started to thrust in and 
out of her, as I continued to give her oral pleasure 
with my lips and tongue.

"Oooooh yeah," was one of the many things which Lisa was 
breathing/sighing at me. "Oooooh... I like that. Oh 
Jeremy, oh... Tongue... Oooooh... OHHHHH..."

I was absolutely delighted to hear her words and sounds 
of rapture, knowing full well that I was the cause of 
them.

A second finger joined in on the fun, and started to 
thrust in and out of her as well. Lisa let out a long 
moan and arched her back high off the sofa... she was 
obviously enjoying this.

When she squeezed her thighs tightly around my head and 
followed with a passionate scream, I knew Lisa was 
close. Therefore, I only increased the speed of not only 
my tongue, but my two fingers as well.

Lisa whined and cried in orgasmic lust as the sexual 
juice started to ooze and seep from within her slit. I 
concentrated on that part of her body, licking and 
lapping the delicious nectar up as it came from her.

Eventually, her cries of passion subsided from roars to 
a long, drawn-out moan. Once I had licked her clean and 
dry, Lisa let out one more long moan, as my head rose 
from between her outstretched thighs.

"Hmmm, I love you," were my words, as I leaned forward 
and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"I love you too," she squealed, tapping my nose with a 
fingertip again.

I reached out and cupped her chin, then kissed her once 
more. Lisa proceeded to wrap an arm around my shoulder 
and giggle against our shared kiss.

She broke the kiss, and then blushed while shrugging her 
shoulders. "Wow, Jeremy. You sure do know how to make a 
girl feel a lot better, after a long day at work."

I smiled and kissed her again. "Whatever it takes to 
make you feel better, sweetheart." I grinned once more 
and added, "Are you hungry? We can have dinner now, or 
later."

"Later," she nodded, moving her lips toward mine for yet 
another kiss.

Lisa soon detracted, however, and started to pull and 
tug away at the gray t-shirt I wore. I lifted both of my 
arms high in the air, so she could pull the t-shirt all 
the way up and off, without any difficulties.

Lisa gently pushed me until I was seated upon the floor, 
and then she joined me there as well. She leaned over 
and gave single kisses to my chest and stomach, then 
rubbed the full erection that was still hidden in my 
jeans. I moved my right hand to her back and caressed 
it, as she kissed my left wrist and arm.

"Up," she said in a voice which resembled a command more 
than it did a request.

I lifted myself a few inches off the floor, so only my 
hands and feet were still on the carpet. My jeans had 
been unbuttoned for quite some time - so Lisa just 
tugged them down, followed by my briefs. I sat back down 
upon the floor, then lifted my feet up so she could get 
rid of my jeans and briefs.

With the exception of Lisa's thigh-high stockings and my 
white socks, both of us were now completely nude.

Like the little vixen that she is, Lisa wasted no time 
by reaching for my enlarged cock and pumping it with her 
right hand. I smiled at her and both of us exchanged a 
few sweet words, then I reached out and stroked her 
upper thigh. Lisa cupped my balls with her left palm, 
just before she twirled the tender flesh between her 
long, supple fingers.

"On your back, mister," Lisa playfully told me, giving 
my shoulder a soft push with her right hand.

I did as my beloved fiancée told me, reclining on the 
floor until my back was touching the carpet.

Lisa gave a sexy grin as she placed her hands upon my 
midriff, then straddled my hips. Not wanting to wait any 
longer, Lisa eased her wet slit down onto the full 
length of my cock. Both of us moaned in unison as my 
shaft slid up into her, her insides gripping it like a 
powerful vice.

Lisa squealed as she slightly leaned forward, only to 
place both of her hands upon my shoulders. Next, she 
started to bounce up and down upon my cock. At first, 
her movements were slow. But with each passing second, 
they became a bit faster. Quicker and quicker she moved, 
and eventually her large, firm breasts began to wildly 
bounce about, just before my very eyes.

I placed my hands upon her hips, and helped increase the 
speed and tempo of her bouncing motion. I gyrated my own 
hips in circles, wanting to add to the passion which she 
was already experiencing. It worked, because she 
immediately growled in arousal and lust.

"Hmmmm," was one of the sounds she made. "Yeah, this is 
what I need. Hmmm, ohhhhh..."

Lisa's chocolate-brown eyes were blazed over with a 
mixture of passion and love. She was looking directly 
down at me, while moaning her sounds and words of heated 
arousal. It truly was a sight to see.

Lisa was bouncing about so fast and wildly upon my shaft 
that I soon found myself drowning in a universe full of 
passionate lust. Breathing heavily, I turned my face to 
the side and closed my eyes, then saw a combination of 
lights, textures, temperatures... and love - with the 
image of Lisa at the center of them all.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her, and saw that her 
neck was arched, her head tilted far back. She was still 
bouncing and flopping upon my erection, but I felt more 
like taking control of the situation.

Thus, without warning, I reached up and grabbed Lisa's 
shoulders, then rolled her underneath me. She 
immediately wrapped her long legs around my waist and 
hips, and then I mounted her in the missionary position. 
An instant later, I plunged myself deep within her, and 
began thrusting away.

Just as she had earlier done with me, I wasted no time. 
I was too aroused to be soft and gentle. I pounded her 
for all I was worth - and she loved every second of it.

Lisa's head rocked from side to side as she roared in 
undeniable lust, her eyes tightly closed.

I started to moan as well, still slamming her with all 
of my strength and effort, as she forcefully rubbed my 
neck and shoulder areas with her hands and fingers.

I kept pounding her, giving her my all, for what seemed 
like an eternity. Both of us were now screaming and 
roaring in heated arousal, our bodies slapping and 
grinding together like there was no tomorrow.

Suddenly, I let out a thunderous growl, and steadied 
myself against Lisa's willing body. With my cock firmly 
entrenched in her, I screamed again, and then 
experienced a massive orgasm. Both of us roared in 
passion as my cock erupted within her, filling her 
insides with my love juice. I kept myself in this 
particular position for a long time, until my cock was 
drained and sapped of all its seed. Then, finally... I 
collapsed on top of her, in a blissful heat.

As is the case many times after one of our intense 
lovemaking sessions, Lisa and I laid together for a few 
minutes... without saying a word. She had her arms 
around my neck and shoulders, as I stroked her blonde 
head with my left hand, my face resting against the side 
of her neck.

"Mmmmm," Lisa moaned, finally breaking the silence. 
"Maybe I should come home and complain about long work 
days more often?" She giggled and added, "I think I 
might."

I couldn't help but to laugh, either. "Hey, if this is 
the end result each day... complain all you want." I 
smiled while raising my head, in order to look down into 
her eyes. "I love you, Lisa." I gently kissed her cheek, 
then her forehead. "I will ALWAYS love you."

She placed her right hand upon the side of my face, and 
stroked it with her thumb. "I will always love you too," 
she whispered, giving my lips a soft kiss. "Always..."

END

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