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Taking it Off-Line
by Anonymous Author (1991)
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Steamy sexually charged romantic moments in a couple's
life. (MF, rom)
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He was sitting at his computer, concentrating on the
online porn and feeling his boner pressing wetly
against his trousers. It was getting late and he'd
been holding himself back from masturbating just to
see if he could, for once.
She approached from behind and put her arms around his
shoulders, leaned her breasts into his back and
nuzzled his ear. He leaned back into her and lost his
stream of thought in the forum. 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 led 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 going to give him satisfaction
too soon, nor would he hers, he was determined.
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 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 lacy 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 groaned. 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 other's 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 stiff 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 soon 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." And then 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
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