From: d_morgan@ix.netcom.com (David W. Morgan)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Subject: Something I Didn't Expect
Date: 13 Nov 1995 03:21:13 GMT
Organization: rec.arts.erotica immoderation
Message-ID: <486dj9$a84@netaxs.com>

Archive-name: didnt-expect



    I awoke to the smell of a dew covered lawn -- the lawn just outside

the window of her parents' bedroom.  She had already left for work, and

here I was with an entire day to wait for her.  Not that waiting was

all I would do, but I am not so naive to think that any of it means

anything compared to her return.



    I hear the door open, and her voice as she calls to me.  It is only

a brief greeting but after an entire day of anticipation, it might as

well be an open invitation to attack her.  We eat dinner quietly, both

glancing at each other every few moments, as if to see if our thoughts

are the same ...



    And then dinner is over.  She stands and stretches very slowly, and

again the ache for her body wells up in my own.  She glides down the

hall, "to change" she says.  I follow, and she glimpses me watching.

As if playing out a fantasy, she begins to strip, first unbuttoning her

blouse, then sliding it slowly down over her shoulders, revealing lacy

black bra straps over deeply tanned skin.  She only owns one black bra,

one we bought together when I told her I thought she'd look wonderful

in it.  It came with a matching g-string, which we purchased for the

same reason.  I still hadn't ever seen them on her.



    She moved to the window, through which a gentle breeze was blowing,

and looked out across the yard.  It was twilight out, and the moment

took on an eerily dreamy quality -- dim, drunk, and slow. She turned,

and although I couldn't see her hands, I heard her zipper slide down,

and watched as she slid her skirt over her shapely hips, until they lay

on the floor around her ankles.  I gasped when I saw her panties, the

g-string, wrapped around her perfect ass.  I moved to her, and she

threw one leg around me as I buried my face in her neck.  With my hands

I weighed each ass cheek, and then I lifted her and took her to the

bed.  Many times we had had passionate moments, but never had we made

love.  Her virginity was something she valued, and my love for her made

me respect that.  I kissed her everywhere, the base of her neck where

it meets the shoulder, the shoulder itself, the inside of her elbow, to

the cleft of her swollen breasts.  Pushing her bra up over her chest, I

moved my mouth over her nipple and she squealed, clasping her knees

around my right leg and clutching my ass with both hands.  She began to

push her hips up into me as I continued to lick and suck her nipples. I

sat up and removed my own shirt while she undid my belt and stroked my

stomach muscles.  I stood and off came my jeans, revealing my own

underwear, barely restraining my engorged manhood.  She hungrily pulled

my cock out and began to lick it, spending what seemed like hours

before actually placing it in her mouth.  By then however, I needed to

taste her, so I pushed her onto her back and began working my way

around until my mouth was poised over her panty-clad box.  Pulling the

fabric aside, I gently began to probe the folds of her cunt with the

tip of my tongue.  Her mouth sucked harder on my cock, and I increased

the speed of my tongue's strokes.  Soon I was openly sucking her clit,

and her hips were bucking up into my face with a fury I'd never seen.

Finally her thighs tightened around my head, she stopped sucking me off

and screamed -- something she'd never done before.  For what seemed an

eternity she thrusted her pussy and held my face in place, until slowly

her urgency subsided.  Now she drew me up to her, and asked if I'd

remove her panties and bra completely.  After doing so I climbed into

bed with her, and she quickly grabbed my cock and started to tickle it

gently with her fingertips.  I rolled on top of her and kissed her

deeply, and she responded by wrapping her legs around me.  "Make love

to me" I whispered, knowing her answer would be the same as always.

She shook her head no and reached for the nightstand.  When she pulled

it back her hand held a condom.



    "Not without this", she replied.  In seconds she had opened the

package and rolled the rubber over the head and down the shaft of my

erection.  Her legs parted for me and I asked if she was sure.  She

nodded and grasped my dick, placing the head against her soaking wet

and swollen pussy.  I slowly slid it into her, each inch dissolving

more of her virginity.  At first our pace was slow, me pushing my cock

in and drawing it back, she pushing her pelvis up at the apex of each

movement.  Soon though, I was thrusting harder, and her moans turned

into low, gutteral growls.  Her fingernails dug into my back, and her

vagina clenched hard around me and spasmed, clenching again and again

as she began to cry out.  Her pleasure overtook me, and I gave her cunt

one more deep thrust before emptying my come into it.



    I love her.



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