elected. He calls his mother and tries to get her to go to Camp Alex for a weekend. She says she has a Canasta game, but he finally convinces her. She calls her friend Cele to cancel the Canasta game.
‘I can’t make it this weekend,’ she says. ‘My son insists I spend the weekend with him.’
‘The doctor?’ Cele asks.
‘No,’ the mother says, ‘ the other one.’”
He stayed on the subject. “She was blond and softer than you are, a little broader in the hips, smaller in her breasts and about two inches taller. She lacked your sensitivity in most of the nerve bundles, but if you stroked the inside of her arms and legs, she’d drip like you did on the dais. She’s gone. Maybe she will be replaced by a little redheaded Irish spitfire who has the audacity to tell her boss how to go about his job.”
“She hurt you pretty badly.That’s never happened to me. Maybe I’ve guarded myself well, or I didn’t run into the right guy. You sent me into Never Never Land today, Peter. You can hurt me; please don't. Let’s just try this and see how that works out.”
He nodded. “The red glass on the top of the refrigerator is exactly three minutes, the yellow one is five. Let’s do some steak.”
He reached over the bar and ran his middle finger down my nose, brushing my cheek with his two fingers.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, and I blushed again over a blush that hadn’t completely faded.
A martini and half a bottle of wine should have left me a bit numb, but it didn’t. In fact, it seemed to put a sharper edge on everything. After dinner we moved to the couch. He kissed me and we were immediately into it. His hand went under my top and my nipple was being brushed into little thrills I could feel between my legs. He played with kissing me by teasing me, licking my lips and brushing my face with his fingertips. He switched from the nipple he was brushing with his fingers and started to massage my whole breast.
I reached down to take off my top, but he stopped me.
“One of the best things about a gift is unwrapping it,” he said, pulling me a little closer and really making an impression on my rock hard nipple.
I took his advice and started unbuttoning his shirt; he didn’t stop me. When I got his shirt off, he pulled my top over my head and drew my naked breasts into his chest, massaging and manipulating my back so that my nipples were almost electric against him.
We stayed topless on the couch and time just disappeared for a while. Like we were teenagers at a drive-in with no need for a speaker. Eventually, I turned over and straddled his leg. I was hot and wet and I needed the contact. It didn’t take that long to orgasm, it was all someplace beyond hot and I was losing it when he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.
I undid his pants as he unzipped my boots and set them aside. He dragged the top of my leggings down over my hips; then his fingers were under my panties and in one smooth motion, I was naked with his head between my breasts kissing down to my navel. He stuck his tongue in my navel and started to climb back up me, kissing every inch or so, then paying some extra attention with his tongue to my breasts and nipples. Basically, he climbed up into me and lay on top and inside of me while I squealed and wiggled with the sensations.
When he came, I stuck my tongue deep in his mouth to avoid the loud declaration I wanted to make. Shivering, totally conquered and dominated, I just wanted to say I love you, but knew I shouldn’t.
He rolled off me, turned me around and lay against my back. He reached over and held my breast in one hand; the other was under my waist and, over my stomach, pulling me against him. He stroked me a bit as my body processes plip-plopped their way back into some form of normalcy.
I was relaxed, luxuriating in his touch. He was the gentlest man I had ever been with. Posing me or making love to me, nothing bumped or banged, everything was gentle, soft
‘I can’t make it this weekend,’ she says. ‘My son insists I spend the weekend with him.’
‘The doctor?’ Cele asks.
‘No,’ the mother says, ‘ the other one.’”
He stayed on the subject. “She was blond and softer than you are, a little broader in the hips, smaller in her breasts and about two inches taller. She lacked your sensitivity in most of the nerve bundles, but if you stroked the inside of her arms and legs, she’d drip like you did on the dais. She’s gone. Maybe she will be replaced by a little redheaded Irish spitfire who has the audacity to tell her boss how to go about his job.”
“She hurt you pretty badly.That’s never happened to me. Maybe I’ve guarded myself well, or I didn’t run into the right guy. You sent me into Never Never Land today, Peter. You can hurt me; please don't. Let’s just try this and see how that works out.”
He nodded. “The red glass on the top of the refrigerator is exactly three minutes, the yellow one is five. Let’s do some steak.”
He reached over the bar and ran his middle finger down my nose, brushing my cheek with his two fingers.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, and I blushed again over a blush that hadn’t completely faded.
A martini and half a bottle of wine should have left me a bit numb, but it didn’t. In fact, it seemed to put a sharper edge on everything. After dinner we moved to the couch. He kissed me and we were immediately into it. His hand went under my top and my nipple was being brushed into little thrills I could feel between my legs. He played with kissing me by teasing me, licking my lips and brushing my face with his fingertips. He switched from the nipple he was brushing with his fingers and started to massage my whole breast.
I reached down to take off my top, but he stopped me.
“One of the best things about a gift is unwrapping it,” he said, pulling me a little closer and really making an impression on my rock hard nipple.
I took his advice and started unbuttoning his shirt; he didn’t stop me. When I got his shirt off, he pulled my top over my head and drew my naked breasts into his chest, massaging and manipulating my back so that my nipples were almost electric against him.
We stayed topless on the couch and time just disappeared for a while. Like we were teenagers at a drive-in with no need for a speaker. Eventually, I turned over and straddled his leg. I was hot and wet and I needed the contact. It didn’t take that long to orgasm, it was all someplace beyond hot and I was losing it when he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.
I undid his pants as he unzipped my boots and set them aside. He dragged the top of my leggings down over my hips; then his fingers were under my panties and in one smooth motion, I was naked with his head between my breasts kissing down to my navel. He stuck his tongue in my navel and started to climb back up me, kissing every inch or so, then paying some extra attention with his tongue to my breasts and nipples. Basically, he climbed up into me and lay on top and inside of me while I squealed and wiggled with the sensations.
When he came, I stuck my tongue deep in his mouth to avoid the loud declaration I wanted to make. Shivering, totally conquered and dominated, I just wanted to say I love you, but knew I shouldn’t.
He rolled off me, turned me around and lay against my back. He reached over and held my breast in one hand; the other was under my waist and, over my stomach, pulling me against him. He stroked me a bit as my body processes plip-plopped their way back into some form of normalcy.
I was relaxed, luxuriating in his touch. He was the gentlest man I had ever been with. Posing me or making love to me, nothing bumped or banged, everything was gentle, soft
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