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and it was all he could do to slowly release it,
never mind him concentrating on managing to text anything back. The second batch
of messages that Ellie sent a few minutes later said simply that she was now
out of the bath, covered in moisturising lotion and was reclining in the
armchair in her bedroom waiting to dry off but that it was very humid today,
with an occasional breeze through the window. She was feeling very turned on
and was struggling to keep her hands off herself, and she wished he had replied
earlier and they could have played on the phone. Alfonse was desperately trying
to think of something to say that would suit the mood but she was way ahead of
him, and his mind was anything but clear. Besides, he expected to be the
seducer and she was very much in control of the situation. Her third text was
much shorter and said that a bead of perspiration had slid down her chest so
quickly that it had run down to her erect nipple and had hung there for a
moment.   When she blew it off it had
landed on her soft inner thigh and run down again, and she was so turned on by
now that she had followed it with her fingers….
    Alfonse had pictured all at once her soft tanned skin, her
hard pink nipples and her swollen breasts. He saw her chopped blonde hair
resting on the top of her angular shoulder, her piercing bright blue eyes
following the droplet of moisture down her voluptuous breast where it would
settle on her upward pointing nipple, and then he saw her soft mouth blowing
the drop of perspiration off and the crash of it on her thigh as it ran down between
her legs and she pursued it with her fingers. Already turned on with
anticipation and unable to control herself no more, her back arched and her
head thrown back, her legs parted now with the fingers of her right hand
alternating between vigorously stimulating her clitoris and stroking her labia,
the fingers of her other hand now alternating between stroking one breast below
the nipple, heightening the sensation and lifting the other to her tongue to
touch the tip of the other, pierced nipple. She was remembering Tom, and the
way he used to talk to her as he played with her, the things he said about her
body and how she turned him on to do it more. She was hearing his voice and
feeling his closeness; it was so much easier to imagine him when she was alone
than with another man. She worked away at herself as slowly as she could,
unable to conceal her sighs of pleasure, taking herself to the edge and then
slowing again, and finally working herself into such a frenzy that finally she
bucked several times, trembling as her orgasm washed over her with an intensity
she had rarely ever known. When she became aware of her surroundings again a
while later she had slid down the chair and was lying almost flat, her feet up
on an upright chair before her had stopped her from sliding down altogether.   She had her left hand still on her breast,
and with the other she pushed her hair back out of her eyes, smelling the
intense beauty of the smell of her sex on it as she did so. She felt so light,
and the tingling that had preceded and accompanied her orgasm had remained as a
delightful accompaniment to the swirling relaxation that enjoined her head and
body. There were now several text messages from Alfonse who had struggled for
some moments to gain the initiative before losing it altogether in a lonelier
orgasm of similar intensity but far less satisfaction. Ellie did not entertain
his several texts to her, replying only that she was spent force and would be
turning in early and maybe they could catch up next week. She found him more
amenable to prompt replies from then on, but found that she was already taking
him far less seriously than she had the first couple of times she had seen him.
She liked that fact – she didn’t like it about him especially, she just
liked the convenience of that arrangement whoever it was with. Alfonse
certainly looked after himself, and he was