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A long and rambling Fantasy

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Just_me Posted on: 28 Feb 2005 2 comments
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This one is Fantasy. Not sure if it's really that good or not, it sort of rambles about a bit... but I'll let y'all decide.

Think of my coming up behind you in the room. You are dressed up in your business-like attire, but I grasp you and caress your breasts through the material while pressing myself against your ass. I move one hand from your breast to the back of your neck, sweeping your hair aside so that I can lay kisses at the nape of your neck. Then I spin you around so we can engage in a full kiss, with tongues darting here and there and exchanging gentle nips to the lips for nuzzles to the neck.

I draw in your scent from your hair and your neck before moving down to the opening of your blouse, kissing your neck and sliding my nose towards the heaven of your cleavage. Your back arches and I am gripping you with both of my hands, pressing myself against you and holding you up.

As I nip and nibble gently on your ear, I take advantage of your distraction to pull your blouse out from the waistband of your skirt. You are pressing your pelvis against my crotch with such abandon that I'm not even certain you notice what I am doing as I slide my left hand under your blouse, brushing along your stomach and up towards your cleavage.

With my right hand, I am trying feverishly to undo the buttons holding the cloth of your blouse in the way of the sight and feel of you. I release your ear from my gentle grip and experience a surge of excitement when you begin to undo your buttons one by one.

As my fingers find the valley between your breasts you are undoing the last button, and you spin to face me, shrugging the crisp blouse off as you turn. We stand apart for a moment, and I let my gaze flow from your feet encased in their sexy but proper heels, up your nylon-encased legs, and across your bare tummy. My eyes rest for a moment on your breasts as they try to overflow the lacy cups of your bra. I can see nipples protruding, but the material restrains them.

I look into your eyes, and let my hands drift to my own shirt fumbling at the buttons. You slide your hands around my waist and pull the tails out from my pants, running your cool fingers up my back as I try to untangle myself. In frustration, I grasp the material of my shirt in both hands and pull, popping the buttons and freeing myself from the constraints. As I pull myself out of the shirt, you lean against me, rubbing your breasts in their lacy prison against the hair of my chest and the muscle underlying, while we grind our pelvises together, my erection sliding across your pubic mound through the layers of cloth.

I bend my neck and place my mouth on yours. We kiss and explore. Our tongues play across each other and our breath is intermingled. I slowly work you backwards until your back is against the wall. I slide my hands from your shoulders and down along your arms until I reach your delicate hands. I wrap my larger, rougher hands around yours and pull them up to about waist height. As we continue to kiss I coax your hands open until I can get our palms to meet.

I now have you in your bra and skirt pinned against the wall with your hands at your side. My chest is bare, and my erection is clearly visible in my pants. I break our kiss and let my tongue trail from your lips to your ear, and down your neck. Just a tickle for you and a taste for me. As I trace further down through the hollow in your throat and between your collarbones I can feel you thrust your chest out to me.

I continue to hold your hands to your sides as I lower my head down to your chest. I gaze over your nipples as they strain towards me. I watch your chest rise and fall, and the small bead of sweat that trickles from your throat to your cleavage.

I take a deep breath, inhaling traces of your perfume and your sweat, and move my mouth to your left breast. I grasp the top of your bra in my teeth and pull down firmly. Your breast pops free from its confinement and your nipple grows even firmer in the cool air. I place the side of my face against your chest, looking towards the newly bared breast and listen to your heartbeat before I purse my lips and blow across the firm surface of your breast and it's excited nipple.

I still have your hands wrapped in mine and your ass pressed firmly into contact with the wall. I pull back and repeat the procedure on your right breast. Now your chest is bared, but the under wire of your bra is still pushing at the underside of your tits. I move back up to kiss your forehead, and you press against me, wrapping your thighs around my leg and pressing your breasts into my chest, rubbing them across me and trying to gain more pressure and friction.

I lock my lips on yours again and slowly drag your hands up the wall until they are over your head, causing your chest to push out even more. After we break our kiss I step back a bit, making sure there is no contact between us save for our hands.

As I look you in eyes I ask "More?"

"Yes"

"If I let your hands free will you remove your skirt and panties and my pants and return to this position?"

"Yes"

"Good"

I release your hands, and you take a step toward me, but I step back, not allowing you to brush your sensitive nipples against me -- yet.

You stumble forward a bit, but I place one finger on your forehead and shake my head no.

With my fingertip still resting just above and between your eyes, I watch as you strip out of your skirt, remove the bra that is encircling your chest, and remove your panties.

You straighten up and move against me, but I dance back once again.

"Take my pants off"

You drop to your knees and undo the button holding my pants up. As you slide them down my legs my erection pops forward through my shorts, straining for attention. As I step out of my pants, you are ripping my shorts down my legs and gazing eagerly at my throbbing cock

I place my right hand gently under your chin and raise you to your full height. I move my head slowly forward until our lips meet in a ferocious kiss, and our newly naked bodies slam together. Skin against skin, hard against soft. With a mind of it's own my cock lodges between your swollen lips and we grind ourselves together, sliding against one another while we continue to kiss and you rub your chest on mine.

I have forgotten about returning to the position we were holding before. Swept up in the moment I cannot help myself.

I hunch over a little bit to be able to place my lips on your breasts, while I continue to let you ride my shaft. I can feel your labia hugging me, and you are trying to grind your clitoris against the base of my cock. Your juices are running across me freely and I can feel your pubic hair tangle with mine.

We are both sweaty and excited, our naked bodies rubbing against each other. I swing you around from the wall and move us both towards the large table in the center of the room.

I lay you gently on the table, with your hips just at the edge. I lean over you and kiss your delicious lips once again while my hard cock presses against the delicate folds of your pussy. The heat is intense.

Now I have to decide: do I thrust inside you, or do I taste your nectar?

As it turns out I cannot resist the chance to tease you more, so I refrain from satisfying my own urges. I let my cock slide against your crotch and lean over to taste your lips once again. In a slow and tantalizing manner, I begin to slide myself down your naked body, which is splayed out on the large table before me. I work my way down your body, past your breasts, but taking time to tickle your belly button with my tongue. I slide a bit lower on your body, and I take the time to pause with my mouth at the top of your neatly trimmed pubic patch, laying soft kisses and playing my tongue around the hairs that poke up. Your legs are in the air, your ass nearly hanging off the big conference table, and you are pressing your pussy towards my mouth while I am trying to reach up and grasp your breasts from my awkward position.

Just as I am lowering my mouth to the heaven between your legs, I manage to grip your breasts in my hands. I massage the mounds of your chest as I am hovering above your inflamed pussy. I slide my fingers to the nubs of flesh at the tips of your tits, and give them a strong squeeze at the same time that I allow my tongue to slide from the bottom to the top of your slit.

You come.

As my tongue reaches the top of your crease and starts to slide across your sensitive clitoris I can feel your body spasm and your back arch. You shove your pussy into my face and clamp your thighs around my ears. I hold my breath and listen to your moans of joy as you gasp through your pleasure; muffled though they may be since your legs are wrapped around me. I maintain a firm grip on your nipples, giving a little twist or tweak here or there when it seems a good idea. Your pleasure lasts several minutes and proceeds through several levels. One moment you are pressing yourself against my face, the next you are retreating as the waves run through you. I just keep my face in place and let you hump the bridge of my nose as I keep the pressure on your sensitive nipples.

I ride your waves of pleasure, applying a little squeeze to your nipples here, a flick of my tongue there, and the occasional full handed grasp of your breasts while my tongue is buried inside your warm and inviting hole.

Now it's time to start the oral attention.

Although my cock is ready to burst and the smell of you is in my nostrils and the taste of you on my lips, I still prefer to please you and prolong my own passion. The sweat is collecting between your breasts and pooling in your navel. You are panting and your thighs will not release me, even as you relax in the aftermath.

With my cock bumping against my thighs I line myself up with your dripping pussy as it hangs just barely over the edge of the conference table. Removing my fingers from your nipples, I begin a slow-motion descent to you crotch.

You gasp in surprise as I release the pressure on your nipples. Your legs crush me for a moment and the release as your knees instinctively flop open and you thrust your hips in the air once again. I think you are close to orgasm again already. I am throbbing in response, and my thighs are trying to capture my cock between them. I can feel the heat of myself against my legs.

I move my hands so that I am applying pressure to your pubic area, just above your mound. I am reaching around your thighs and the backs of your knees are resting on my shoulders. I stretch my fingers out and slowly begin to pull back on your flesh, causing your labia to begin to open, and making your clit push up toward my face. As I pull a little harder, separating your lips a little further, and placing a little more pressure on your swollen clit, you squirm.

I get a close-up view of your orgasm.

I can feel you buttocks and your pelvic muscles contract under my hands and through the contact of my arms around you. Your pussy lips flush even redder, and I can see glimpses of your hole opening and closing as you writhe about. Once again, I am trapped between your thighs with my face buried in your bush until your body starts to relax. As I regain my breath and you lie panting I straighten up a bit with the intention of scooting you back from the edged of the table that you are hanging dangerously far over. As I straightened up, and cupped your ass in my hands to hold you up until I could get us balance, my cock sprung between your thighs, and I could feel your pubic hair tickle the sensitive underside.

I cum.

In five or six major eruptions, each shooting a nice-sized glob of my cum into the air. The first hits your left breast the second and third your stomach. The fourth goes astray onto the conference table; the fifth drops onto your pubic mound, and the sixth runs out of steam and plops onto your thigh. Several minor and major aftershocks sent shivers through me, but only a small amount of semen oozed from my cock after that.

I fall across you on the table, sweating and panting. I'm trying to be a gentleman and hold my weight off of you on my elbows, but you keep pulling me in closer and tighter. My cum is getting smeared between our bodies, and the only thing holding you on the massive table is your knees caught in the crooks of my elbows.

In a moment of mutual telepathy, we both decide to relax and fall gently to the floor in a mass of naked limbs and unbound hair and sweaty, cum-covered torsos. As we lay together on the plush carpet I can feel and see my slowly softening cock bobbing in the air, our combined juices shining. I look at you, only to find you staring at my cock too. I am starting to think of relaxing in each other's arms for a while, but you have no such intentions.

Your hand snakes out and grasps my cock in a firm grip. A shiver runs up my body, and my nipples suddenly get hard. I gasp, and you tighten your grip just a bit and turn to look at me, rolling onto your side while I am splayed out on my back.

You keep a firm grip on my shaft as you lean up and over to kiss me on the mouth. Our tongues intertwine and we nip and suck at each other's lips and tongue, as my cock grows even firmer in your hand. Moving your kisses down my neck and over my chest you gently lick and nip my nipples. Any thoughts I had of relaxing are gone now, as my cock surges back to its fully turgid state in you grasp.

Throwing your leg over my hips, you straddle me, your tits hanging down towards my face, and you guide my dick into your dripping pussy. I am slightly disappointed when you release my cock from your hand, but am rewarded when you sink down upon it until it is fully encased in your willing and wet folds.

You are fucking me, holding me down and riding my shaft while your breasts jiggle in front of me and your hair whips about your face. Your hands are pressing against my chest and I reach around to cup your ass lightly in mine. I can feel your muscles move under my fingers as you bounce up and down on me. I think you may be close to cumming again, but I am determined to prolong our passion.

I grasp you tightly around your torso and pull you down close to me. I bring your chest against mine, crushing your breasts to me. I kiss you deeply, playing with your mouth. And I spread my legs wide open and let you settle between them.

Now we are in a reverse of missionary. I wrap my legs around yours, my calves pressing against the inside of your knees. My highly aroused cock is inside of you, but you have the control. Do you thrust against me, or grind our sexes together? Is a long slow slide against my shaft better than the intensity of merely pressing ourselves together? You are on top; you get to decide. I am ready for you whatever path you choose.

Somewhere along the line we have traded places. Now you are in control and I am along for the ride. I just hope it will be a good ride.

We kiss again, and you take the aggressive posture. You smash our lips together and suck at my tongue. Our hips are crushed together in a mix of fluids and body parts, and your breasts rub against my hairy pectoral muscles with abandon. In my mind it is difficult to distinguish whether I am penetrating you, or you are penetrating me. It doesn't matter; pleasure is our goal, and we will satisfy it.

This may be as close as a man and a woman can get to trading sexual roles. We are pressed together so closely that lines blur. I am grabbing your ass and pulling you in to me at the same time you are taking advantage of your superior position to drive my desires. My legs are wrapping around you, and I want to have you as close to me as possible, but you are busy enjoying your control as you direct the pace of our passion.

Now it is time. I can feel myself erupt at the same time you are loosing your control and letting yourself go.

We orgasm together -- forgetting who is where and just riding the waves of pleasure. Male and female are unimportant: we are united in ourselves. My hot cum shoots into you, but we are beyond caring who shoots and who receives. What is important is that we have shared our bliss, and we will again.