Erotica Community Group
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Doug enjoyed sex with Susan immensely, but wanted to try something a
little different. She had invited him over for dinner. He arrived a
half hour earlier than he said he would. Rather than knocking he tried
the door knob. It was unlocked. He opened it silently and walked
in. He could hear the sound of the radio coming from down the hall in
the kitchen. He removed his shoes and began walking down the hall,
knowing she would not be able to hear his footsteps over the radio. He
peered tentatively around the edge of the entrance to the
kitchen. Susan was preparing food at the counter, her back turned
toward him. He stood for a moment looking at her. He liked to look at
her, especially when she wasn't aware that he was. He liked the curves
of her body. The relationship was in an infatuation stage. He thought
of her often while he was working. He thought of her warm skin and
soft, yielding breasts and how he liked to touch them. And how he
liked what she did to him, and what he ultimately did to her. He often
found that he was hard while he thought about her at work. And he was
hard now as he looked at her. She had on a short blue skirt that
showed off her supple legs and a white translucent top. Her blond hair
cascaded off her shoulders.
He walked quickly but quietly across the kitchen. She wasn't aware of
him. He stood behind her. He could see over her shoulder. He stared at
the breasts he had come to dream about. Her tight white top could
barely contain them. He could see the impressions her nipples made in
the fabric; she wasn't wearing a bra. He felt his breath quicken. He
felt his cock throb as if it was trying to tear though the fabric of
his pants.
In one quick motion he wrapped his powerful arms around her from
behind, pulling her back to his chest while his arms constricted
around her. She was off balance and let out a loud yelp. Within a
couple of seconds she recognized that the arms around her were his,
and if she had any doubt, the deepness of his voice whispering in her
ear was unmistakable. She yielded, letting him take control.
"Don't speak", he whispered quietly in her ear. "Do you have any idea
how much I've been thinking of you today?". She almost imperceptibly
shook her head. "Do you know what you do to me?". Again a brief head
shake. He pulled her back a bit more so that she could feel his
hardness against her soft ass. She smiled, evidently pleased at the
effect she had on him. "Ah, so you like that eh?" he whispered. She
nodded. As she did he moved his right hand and squeezed her right
breast gently. He then slowly rubbed her right nipple over her top,
making the contour of the top more pronounced as her nipple
hardened. She let out a perceptible sigh.
To be continued...
little different. She had invited him over for dinner. He arrived a
half hour earlier than he said he would. Rather than knocking he tried
the door knob. It was unlocked. He opened it silently and walked
in. He could hear the sound of the radio coming from down the hall in
the kitchen. He removed his shoes and began walking down the hall,
knowing she would not be able to hear his footsteps over the radio. He
peered tentatively around the edge of the entrance to the
kitchen. Susan was preparing food at the counter, her back turned
toward him. He stood for a moment looking at her. He liked to look at
her, especially when she wasn't aware that he was. He liked the curves
of her body. The relationship was in an infatuation stage. He thought
of her often while he was working. He thought of her warm skin and
soft, yielding breasts and how he liked to touch them. And how he
liked what she did to him, and what he ultimately did to her. He often
found that he was hard while he thought about her at work. And he was
hard now as he looked at her. She had on a short blue skirt that
showed off her supple legs and a white translucent top. Her blond hair
cascaded off her shoulders.
He walked quickly but quietly across the kitchen. She wasn't aware of
him. He stood behind her. He could see over her shoulder. He stared at
the breasts he had come to dream about. Her tight white top could
barely contain them. He could see the impressions her nipples made in
the fabric; she wasn't wearing a bra. He felt his breath quicken. He
felt his cock throb as if it was trying to tear though the fabric of
his pants.
In one quick motion he wrapped his powerful arms around her from
behind, pulling her back to his chest while his arms constricted
around her. She was off balance and let out a loud yelp. Within a
couple of seconds she recognized that the arms around her were his,
and if she had any doubt, the deepness of his voice whispering in her
ear was unmistakable. She yielded, letting him take control.
"Don't speak", he whispered quietly in her ear. "Do you have any idea
how much I've been thinking of you today?". She almost imperceptibly
shook her head. "Do you know what you do to me?". Again a brief head
shake. He pulled her back a bit more so that she could feel his
hardness against her soft ass. She smiled, evidently pleased at the
effect she had on him. "Ah, so you like that eh?" he whispered. She
nodded. As she did he moved his right hand and squeezed her right
breast gently. He then slowly rubbed her right nipple over her top,
making the contour of the top more pronounced as her nipple
hardened. She let out a perceptible sigh.
To be continued...
arms over your head," he commanded, still whispering in her ear. She
complied. He slowly pulled her top over her head revealing her firm
supple breasts. Both nipples were hard. "You didn't wear a bra?" he
asked as he tossed her top to the floor. She shook her head. "Tell me
why that is". "Because I wanted you to see my nipples through my
top. You like my tits don't you?" Her voice almost trembled as she
responded. "Yes I like them very much," he said slowly as he rolled
each nipple in the fingers of each of his hands. She gasped. He did it
roughly enough so that there was a tinge of pain mixed with the
requisite pleasure that made her tremble. "So you like pleasing me?"
he whispered in her other ear, still playing with her nipples. She
nodded. "You're such a good girl. I wonder what other surprises you
have for me". With that he moved his right hand slowly down her
side. She shivered perceptively as if the electricity from the nerves
in the tips of his fingers was being transferred to her body. His hand
traced the curve of her hip and slowly, over her skirt moved to her
ass. He paused long enough to squeeze it. "I like your ass very much
as well," he whispered. She smiled, "thank you, I'm very glad you do".
His hand resumed its course. Down her ass, down the back of her
thigh. It stopped at the hem of her skirt. He slowly pulled her skirt
up, revealing her beautiful bare ass. "Mmmm you are a very good girl
for not wearing panties for me," he whispered his breath quickening
with desire. "You do like being my little slut don't you?". He began
squeezing and fondling her soft ass. She gasped, "I like being your
slut so very much. Do you really like my ass?". "I do," he said as he
ran a finger down the length between her cheeks.
Letting her skirt drop back into place, he took a purposeful step
back. She waited, standing still, knowing his eyes were looking her up
and down. "Be a good girl and bend over for me". She complied, not
hesitating. "Pull up your skirt". She did slowly as if to tease
him. She knew what he wanted to see. She paused as the hem reached the
tops of her thighs. One heartbeat, two, three. "Don't tease me
now. Keep going," he commanded. Slowly she resumed. He took in a
breath that was audible to her as she raised her skirt high enough to
reveal her pretty pussy. He liked looking at her pussy. She kept it
shaved because she knew he liked that. The lips were full and pink and
he loved looking at it from behind like this. He couldn't deny his
yearning cock as he rubbed it slowly over his pants in anticipation.