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30 April 2010
28 April 2010
going/doing
we'd agreed to meet at this grand party and did just that. after our circling about in opposite directions doing the must-do socializing, we settled in with each other.
tonight, it appeared, we were bypassing the usual social acknowledgements.
"mmm, i'd do you," she offered as her opening salvo, her hand tugging on my tie, her lips near my ear.
"ah, but you have, you have indeed."
"no, i mean, i'd do you now. and i've just the place."
she led/i followed.
and yes, she did me.
in fact, she did me a lot of good.
tonight, it appeared, we were bypassing the usual social acknowledgements.
"mmm, i'd do you," she offered as her opening salvo, her hand tugging on my tie, her lips near my ear.
"ah, but you have, you have indeed."
"no, i mean, i'd do you now. and i've just the place."
she led/i followed.
and yes, she did me.
in fact, she did me a lot of good.
14 April 2010
musing/not asking
since you are probably lolling about as the lady of leisure that you are, i thought i'd stop by and say hello and tell you what's happening in my little world, and there are some minor new things. i thought that i wouldn't ask you anything too personal like do you like it when a man lusts after you and finds you particularly appealing, even tasty, perhaps. and it would be improper to ask how you like those early exchanges: those early timid, almost kisses, or maybe later when the kisses are more forceful and tastes are being exchanged is it prying to ask if you find it lust-provoking when his hands move from your back to your backside, and then if he so forward that his hands move forward and tease you between your knees. and my guess (though it is none of my business) is that fingertips along your thighs are welcome, at times, at that moment possibly. and kisses down your neck and hands sliding here and there and crotch leaning and rolling into crotch might have a certain appeal at such a time, and again, i wouldn't ask if you like this, that would be gauche.
and if you found yourself on your back, for our purposes here, let's say in a chaise longue (or whatever you might call it, where you live) and he's there between your knees and you in those sensational boots with your lovely bottom barely touching the texture, and in time, he's raising your skirt and a bit later he's removing those marvelous, now dampened underthings that you so wisely purchased (he's been waiting, of course, to commend you on your impeccable taste in undergarments.)
now is this something that spins your world faster? of course, my sense of common courtesy prevents me from asking so forward a question. and if this very forward gentleman (certainly not yours truly) has the audacity to draw a tongue line from your boot tops to your thighs to your nether regions, your now wetlands, and fingers are fondling and teasing, now certainly inquiring minds would wonder at your responses, but it would be impolitic to ask. and, if in time, he, with your capable assistance, found himself pants-less and wondering/wanting/needing to know how it feels to be in you would there be any chance that he might discover just that? but such rude and crude questions (and thoughts) would be impropriety, therefore i wouldn't offer such a query. and clearly my sense of decorum prevents me from asking if and when you are both satisfyingly sated, do you hold him in your arms and relax and give thanks for this lovely encounter on this pleasant day.
you know, just wondering, am i.
and if you found yourself on your back, for our purposes here, let's say in a chaise longue (or whatever you might call it, where you live) and he's there between your knees and you in those sensational boots with your lovely bottom barely touching the texture, and in time, he's raising your skirt and a bit later he's removing those marvelous, now dampened underthings that you so wisely purchased (he's been waiting, of course, to commend you on your impeccable taste in undergarments.)
now is this something that spins your world faster? of course, my sense of common courtesy prevents me from asking so forward a question. and if this very forward gentleman (certainly not yours truly) has the audacity to draw a tongue line from your boot tops to your thighs to your nether regions, your now wetlands, and fingers are fondling and teasing, now certainly inquiring minds would wonder at your responses, but it would be impolitic to ask. and, if in time, he, with your capable assistance, found himself pants-less and wondering/wanting/needing to know how it feels to be in you would there be any chance that he might discover just that? but such rude and crude questions (and thoughts) would be impropriety, therefore i wouldn't offer such a query. and clearly my sense of decorum prevents me from asking if and when you are both satisfyingly sated, do you hold him in your arms and relax and give thanks for this lovely encounter on this pleasant day. you know, just wondering, am i.
05 April 2010
make it memorable
that's what she met me at the door with, those words, that command: "make it memorable." she greeted me with that and her lovely camisole that went to just below the curve of her delectable ass which was, at that moment, fully clothed. and my hands did the blindman's view of her backside, my lips met hers, first tentatively, then softer, then firmer, then open, then tongues teased. then...dams burst and we proceeded to go beyond the season of teasing that we had afforded each other.
as fellow waitress/waiter in this coastal resort town, over the summer we had exchanged glances/flitted about each other/flirted as the season wore on, went with the waitstaff gang and had post-shift drinks, talked about how we got here, what was next or what was planned to be next, shared wishes and thoughts and complaints about busloads of tourists and/or some who didn't share the common courtesies that we felt were due us. we told each (a bit) about the guy/gal that was waiting elsewhere, about what we wanted, what moved us.
and tonight, tonight was the season wrap party and we knew that each other was foremost on each others mind and, presently in each others arms. and we were learning what happens when my hand slides under her clothing and feels the bumpbumpsbumps of her backbone and what her breath sounds like when she draws it in as my teeth slide into her shoulder. and how the curve at the top her ass is just as lovely as i had anticipated it would be, and i had given that a significant amount of thought. and how free she was to explore me and mine. my face in her hands, holding my face as she kissed me, which was all for the good, because my puddle capability was vacillating with every moment, and i hardened with some touches and wanted to curl up into her with others. and in time we made our way to fully (or fully enough) unclothed.
and her breasts, belly, thoroughly marvelous hipline and many other lines did not escape unkissed or unattended. i learned what she tasted like (a salty, glistening taste, somehow) and she tasted me. and we tasted each other on each other. and we fucked hard and long until i was soft and slow. and slowly we returned to hard and slow and then tried another method and manner. and, in time, agreed it was a fitting way to end a good season, and they was no value in the what if we had learned the wonders of conjoining earlier, because what we had was this night and dammit was it getting light already and yes, i know you have to get on the road today. time to get to home, then college again. yes i remember that. and i may not remember every bit about her, i remember many of her parts, the dark eyes, small mouth, perfect ass, wonderful curve of her hip and her dark wild pubes, and i remember her moans. and her laugh. she had a great laugh.
as fellow waitress/waiter in this coastal resort town, over the summer we had exchanged glances/flitted about each other/flirted as the season wore on, went with the waitstaff gang and had post-shift drinks, talked about how we got here, what was next or what was planned to be next, shared wishes and thoughts and complaints about busloads of tourists and/or some who didn't share the common courtesies that we felt were due us. we told each (a bit) about the guy/gal that was waiting elsewhere, about what we wanted, what moved us.
and tonight, tonight was the season wrap party and we knew that each other was foremost on each others mind and, presently in each others arms. and we were learning what happens when my hand slides under her clothing and feels the bumpbumpsbumps of her backbone and what her breath sounds like when she draws it in as my teeth slide into her shoulder. and how the curve at the top her ass is just as lovely as i had anticipated it would be, and i had given that a significant amount of thought. and how free she was to explore me and mine. my face in her hands, holding my face as she kissed me, which was all for the good, because my puddle capability was vacillating with every moment, and i hardened with some touches and wanted to curl up into her with others. and in time we made our way to fully (or fully enough) unclothed.
and her breasts, belly, thoroughly marvelous hipline and many other lines did not escape unkissed or unattended. i learned what she tasted like (a salty, glistening taste, somehow) and she tasted me. and we tasted each other on each other. and we fucked hard and long until i was soft and slow. and slowly we returned to hard and slow and then tried another method and manner. and, in time, agreed it was a fitting way to end a good season, and they was no value in the what if we had learned the wonders of conjoining earlier, because what we had was this night and dammit was it getting light already and yes, i know you have to get on the road today. time to get to home, then college again. yes i remember that. and i may not remember every bit about her, i remember many of her parts, the dark eyes, small mouth, perfect ass, wonderful curve of her hip and her dark wild pubes, and i remember her moans. and her laugh. she had a great laugh.
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