The Never Ending Story
Act 4
She was wearing a mask over her eyes, in a strange hotel room with a strange man...not a stranger, by any means, after all she knew him well enough to allow him to place her in a such a helpless position....but stranger than she was used to, certainly stranger than any of her more recent lovers. Not that that was saying much. Just the reality that she was allowing herself to be meeting this man in a motel room where his first action was to blindfold her and seat her in a chair...... this setting all by itself had turned her insides into a river. She leaned back as he caressed her body and smoothly removed her clothing, layer by carefully designed layer. She had come to this room to be prepared to finally give in, to end the game she had been teasing both of them with, ever since the neck rub incident. She had worn clean lacy underwear, a smooth satin top and comfortable jeans. She might as well have worn a flannel robe or....or a tablecloth for all he seemed to care. Before he finally peeled her panties smoothly from her swollen pussy lips he had pulled a crisp, clean man's dress shirt over her arms and shoulders, buttoning the cool, rough cloth from cleavage to thigh-vage. No man, not even the weirdest she could remember, had ever dressed her before, had ever covered up her nakedness. Just the idea that he had that much control excited her to fever pitch, causing her already stiff nipples to move swiftly across the fibres in the shirt. As she sucked in her breath sharply, he took the opportunity to whisk the tiny piece of lace down and off and away, and before she could even imagine how plump and full, how wet and hot, how damn-it-all ready for action her pussy must look, he was just as smoothly pulling cotton over her feet and ankles and effortlessly over her calfs and thighs. In shocked lust she eased herself upwards in the chair and then sat back down in her shirt and new cool panties....and imagined his eyes on her.
She could feel herself soaking the crotch of the panties almost immediately and, when he took each leg and hung them over the arms of the chair she could smell her own musk, and she knew that he could as well...Her pussy had never smelled like that before. It was the scent of passion fuelled with imagination and driven by her inability to see...she could just sense...his eyes were boring into what she knew was a spreading wet patch between her wide open legs...she opened them wider still...intent on driving him to action, immediate hard and fast action before this itchy flame in the core of her being turned into frenzy. There was movement on the floor and small noises behind her and the temple rub began.
And the temples smoothed and warmed, led to shoulders and the half moons of cream skin beneath her breasts, led to opening shut buttons and easy gradual baring of full hot tits, almost to the nipples, but not quite, just short. This made her crazier still. She had never had sensitive nipples before........ had never even wanted them. Her style in bed was fast and furious, a good hard fuck didn't need sensitive nipples. But having her nipples almost exposed when the tops and cleavage of her tits were as open to the air and his eyes as the dark thatch between her thighs must be by now...she almost couldn't stand it and without a thought of anything but relief, her fingers moved upward to the ripe jewels just out of view.
She grasped them through the shirt cloth, pinching and pulling them and then mashing them deep into her breasts with a gasp. She could hear his breath quick in her ear and feel the heat of it on the back of her neck, and without warning he dragged his fingernails slowly up the inside of her legs from inner knee to panty elastic. She began to pull the shirt from her breasts but his fingers stopped her and he placed her hands back on her breasts while he fastened the shirt buttons all the way up to the top. It was making her crazy....didn't he want her to be naked? What kind of man was this who didn't want to see her full tits and hard firm nipples?
She didn't know then what she knew now, laying in the cool breeze of the summer hillside, gently dragging her fingertips along the same trail that his nails had blazed on that night in that chair. She didn't know then, but she was beginning to suspect that it was going to be fun finding out. The mask had hidden her eyes but she felt him move again, around the chair to the floor in front of her....Oh God, oh God he was breathing on her pussy...she was sure she could feel the gentle heat from his mouth right there....RIGHT THERE at the entrance to the bubbling lava at the core of her universe. The pain in her tits was the only thing that stopped her climax and that was only because she had grabbed them so hard to hang on.
She relaxed her grip and allowed him to place her own fingers at the tops of her inner thighs and guide them in circles across and around the entrance to the volcano within her. Through the wet cotton he guided her deeper, stroking and opening herself to her fingertips through the fabric.
She knew he was watching her make it "pretty" for him and she began to understand....began to believe what he had told her all along...her pleasure became his pleasure.
When she was happy, he was happy. She wondered if he was as wet or at least as ready as she was. Under his gaze the presence of his eyes hungrily following her fingertips, she pulled the panties aside and revealed her dark wet glory to his eyes and then to her probing fingers, stroking at first around the puffy softness of her lips, moving the damp tangle of hair from his vision and gradually revealing the hot pinkness leading into her fires. His breath was following her fingers, his mouth must be less than an inch away from her lewd nakedness.
She smiled to herself as she found the pink pearl within its protective folds and teases and nudged and stroked and prodded it until she could feel it flower beneath her fingers, beneath his breath. She kept smiling as her other fingers slid knuckle high into her depths and came back out glistening with her juices. The smile grew as she impishly licked her own juice from her sticky hands and then the smile froze as she felt his hard tongue stab directly into her exposed pearl and while it twirled her clit slowly into his mouth her smile exploded into a gasp as with one effortless movement he ripped the shirt from her body scattering buttons around the room like a hailstorm and sending her suddenly sensitive titty tips stretching to the moon...
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