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Readers,
Any and all constructive critisisms are welcome. I would like to know if you
enjoyed the story. My apologies for it`s short length, I seem to be suffering
a mental block.
~peter
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*/ If you are under 18, please do not read or download this story (if you
already have,
delete it). If you are over 18, decide for your self whether you want
to read it.
The following is a work of fiction and will most likely contain graphic
descriptions
of sex of various kinds, some of which may be kinky, weird or outright
deviant in nature.
Content is my own, (Peter Forest), copyright 1999. Complaints about
subject, spelling,
grammatical errors and so forth should be referred to /dev/null/. If
you think you
recognize a name or situation, I assure you it is purely coincidental.
You are free to copy, circulate, repost, etc., as long as this
disclaimer is included
and no changes to it or the content of the story are made. Please
Enjoy. ~Peter /*
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I woke slowly, paused to yawn, and wondered why I was so deliriously
happy. A feeling of sated satisfaction brought a grin to my face. I
stretched mightily and brushed against a warm body on my left. Oh
yeah...her! I rolled carefully onto my side so as not to wake her and just
watched her sleep. Snoring slightly and leaving a cute little puddle of
drool on the pillow. I lightly brushed her fine dark hair from where it
had fallen to cover her face and leaned over to kiss her gently. She woke
with a start, nearly frightening me into biting her. She squirmed into my
arms and kissed me thoroughly. I held her against me for a few moments,
just relaxing and stroking her hair until she bit me playfully and mumbled,
"Where are my waffles? You promised them to me, and after last night I
certainly deserve them!"
I chuckled and struggled to disengage myself from her embrace and said,
"You certainly do, luv. After last night you deserve far, far more."
I hauled myself out of the bed and staggered my way into the kitchen.
Waffles she wanted, waffles she would get. I hauled out pots and pans and
all the assorted trimmings for an unforgettable breakfast and let my mind
replay last night... -
It had started ordinarily enough. Office party to celebrate a whole
list of new clients. It was stressful for me as the boss specified formal
dress. I was a computerman, formal for me means I wear shoes to work. I
finished wrestling with my tie, managed to get my belt through all the
loops in my pants and hopped into my car anxious to hit the office on time.
I slammed into a parking spot and tore through the door just in time to
hear the boss say,
"And here's Chris now. He'll take you through the computer and machine
rooms and give you an idea how we run out operations."
I groaned inwardly and repressed a sigh as I motioned for the smallish
group to follow me closely.
"Ok." I said, glancing back at them, "This is the..." and ground to a
halt as I found myself staring into a set of beautiful gray eyes.
Beautiful gray eyes that were set in a beautiful olive skinned face.
(Slightly aquiline nose, full lips, heavily lidded eyes. The looks that
just scream Mediterranean.)
"...Machine room." I finished after an audible pause. I managed to
stammer a nd stutter my way through the rest of the tour, barely able to
take my eyes off that beautiful face. I finally dumped the tourists back
with the boss and with a final glance at that exquisite face, scrambled off
in search of a drink. Ok, I admit it. I ran. Beauty makes me
nervous...suppresses what little social aptitude I have. I guess that's
why I nearly wet my shorts when I felt a light touch on my arm.
"Hello," I heard a warm contralto breath next to my ear, "my name is
Robin." She paused to look up into my eyes.
"Would you care to join me for a drink, and perhaps a little
conversation?" She smiled slightly. "The people here are so dull!"
I stared for perhaps thirty seconds and nodded, trying to avoid looking
like a halfwit.
"Where would you care to go...uh...Robin?" I finally managed to say.
(Without drooling, spitting on her or throwing up.) Then spontaneously
added,
"My house is right around the corner. You can have a drink or two and
I'll cook you breakfast."
(No! I didn't mean it like that!) She looked me over from head to foot
and slowly smiled.
"Sure. As long as you can cook waffles!" I
In amazement I swiftly assured her I could as I offered her my arm and
led her to my car. How I managed to get us to my home without an accident
I will never know, as my mind rocketed in a thousand directions at once.
Despite my lack of couth and inability to form complete sentences, Robin
was determined not to let me feel uncomfortable and by the time she was
seated at my kitchen table we were completely at ease with each other. I
topped off her drink for the third time and our gazes locked. She
gracefully rose to her feet and flowed against me, her mouth seeking mine.
Her hot mouth ignited my passion and I went from computer-boy to jungle-man
in a half second. I grunted as I picked her up and tossed her over my
shoulder and headed in a jungle-man trot, with her squealing and giggling,
for the bedroom. I set her gently on the bed and buried my face in her
shoulder length hair and tenderly kissed the base of her neck, raising
goosebumps on her shoulders. Stroking her gently I pushed her dress up
over her hips, and finally off over her head. I laid a delicate tracery of
delicate kisses around her navel and forced myself away from that dainty
little button and up to her face, stopping only long enough to slather her
lovely breasts with my saliva. As we kissed, our tongues writhing in each
other's mouths I felt her hands working at my zipper. I gave her a little
help and kicked and shook the pants to my ankles, my mouth locked to hers
all the while. Breaking the kiss, I stood up and finished removing my
clothes, dropping them on the floor in a pile. Robin squirmed to the
center of the bed and pushed down her panties, kicking her legs to get them
off of her ankles. I stood there, letting the sight of her squirming naked
perfection burn into my memory. She watched me watching her, until she
could wait no longer.
"Please!" She breathed, as she spread her sensuous legs, running her
hands over her twat and crying out softly when her fingers touched her
engorged clit. Seeing that was too much, I couldn't wait any longer. I
climbed into the bed and held myself over her, rubbing my cock against her
swollen and wet pussy.
"Don't tease me, please!" she gasped, bucking her hips spastically and
letting out a small cry of frustration as I moved away. I lay on top of
her, pinning her small body to the mattress and kissed her face and neck,
letting my tongue trace the line of her neck and jaw.
"Please!" She whispered once more, constantly writhing, needing to be
stimulated. I drew my tongue along her lower lip and raised myself off of
her, holding my weight on my arms. I moved my hips forward and slowly slid
into her. She cried out softly and thrust herself onto me as I entered
her, forcing me deeper into her tender flesh. Her eyes closed tightly as I
began thrusting firmly, her hands creeping down to massage her clit of
their own accord. I looked down and watched myself thrust into her and
watched hands feverishly rubbing her clit. I captured first one wrist,
then the other and forced her arms over her head. Denying her the
stimulation of her fingers. She moaned and bucked her hips frantically as
I thrust harder and faster...for all I was worth. She cried out softly
with each unmerciful thrust, her ankles locked behind my hips.
"Oh god...oh god!" She sobbed. Biting her lower lip and convulsively
hugging herself to me. She arched her back and buried her face in my
shoulder and screamed as her body convulsed in orgasm, writhing against me.
I held her tightly to me as I pounded into her spasming pussy and growled
softly into her ear as I filled her with explosion after explosion of
semen. I dropped on top of her, exhausted. I rolled over onto my back,
still holding her tightly so that she rested on top of me and wasn't being
crushed under me.
"Thank you." She whispered, and flexed her hips slightly, making me
flinch as my over stimulated cock was still softening inside her. I
grunted softly and stroked her hair, too sated to even form a response.
"Wanna do it again?" She asked.
"Uh-Huh!" I managed to gasp.
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