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Carried Away

(C) Copyright 2001 by silli_artie@hotmail.com

This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.

A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.  Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive
comments.  Enjoy.

	"About ready?" I called out.  I was ready to go, sitting on
the arm of the couch; she was still in the bedroom.  I wasn't that
excited about going to this party, and I didn't think she was either.

	"How do you like my new dress?" Robin asked, stepping into the doorway.

	I sighed.  "Beautiful," I told her.  She stepped closer to
give me a better look.  It was a short dress, long sleeves, stretch
velvet, a dark brown color.  She wasn't wearing a bra -- there must
be wires in the dress.  The plunging neckline showed off her
delicious charms, and the fabric clung to her curves, emphasizing her
waist, bottom, and legs.  When she turned around in front of me the
fabric shimmered, and I caught her perfume.

	"You don't like it," she said with a pout.

	"It's beautiful!  You're beautiful!" I cried.

	"You don't like it," she repeated, pushing her lower lip out.

	"What makes you think I don't love it?" I asked softly.  I
was pretty confused.

	"It's a touchy-feely dress.  I thought you'd like it."

	I sighed and pulled her closer.  "Mmmm," I said, running my
hands over the fabric, and her luscious body.  She wasn't wearing
anything on her legs.  I pulled her closer.  My head was at just the
right level -- my nose going into the plunge of the neckline, filling
myself with her perfume as I ran my hands up her back, holding her
closer to me.

	"Is that better?" I asked, kissing her breasts through the
soft fabric.  I could tell her nipples thought it was better.

	She wrapped her arms around my shoulders in reply.

	I held her, feeling the soft firmness of her breasts, kissing
them through the fabric as I held her closer.  I felt her wiggle her
hips, pressing against me.  I ran one hand down her back, up under
her skirt, into her panties.  She rumbled and moved her arms up,
pulling my head in to her chest, enveloping me more in the soft
fabric and her perfume.

	I wanted her -- I wanted to get my lips on soft flesh, kiss
and devour her.  My hands moved on their own, feeling her, enjoying
her.  From the sounds she was making, she was enjoying it as well.

	I stood up, sliding up her body, wrapping one arm around her
waist, the other sliding up her back, through her soft hair, to the
back of her neck.  I kissed her, holding her to me.

	Her body moved against mine, responding.  I wrapped my arms
around her shoulders.  She held on and pulled her legs up, wrapping
them around my waist.  Carrying her, I backed her into the bedroom,
and on to our bed.

	We rolled around, and I enjoyed her new dress very much
indeed.  I peeled off the left shoulder, freeing a breast from its
confinement.  I held and devoured her, feeling the fabric, and her
underneath.

	Her hands were busy as well, feeling me, teasing me.  She was
teasing the bulge in my pants, and I responded by slipping a hand
down the front of her panties to her thatch.  She was hot and moist.
She moaned as my fingers explored.

	I extricated myself from her embrace, hooking her panties
with both hands and pulling them off.  I went down between her legs,
pushing the soft fabric up a bit.

	She was hot and delicious, clamping my head between her legs.
My hands roamed over her stomach, her bottom, up to her breasts, and
back down to her waist and hips, enjoying her and her new dress.

	After shrieking and thrashing a second (or was it third)
time, I started moving up her body.  Somehow, my head was under the
stretch fabric as I kissed her mound.

	She laughed and rolled us over, and started unbuttoning my
shirt.  I was quickly undressed.  As she started to pull off her
dress, I stopped her.  "Leave it on, please," I whispered in her ear
as I pulled her closer.

	I was sitting up on the bed.  She impaled herself on me,
gripping me with her legs, her ankles locked behind my back.  We
kissed as our hands explored, and our hips started their dance.

	There was something so exciting about her in that dress, the
sensations as she pressed against me, rode me, ran her velvet arms
over me.

	I tried leaning down to get to her nipple.  She responded by
pushing me back, farther, farther, to my back.

	She rocked on top of me, moving her body on tom of mine,
tantalizing me with the fabric.  She slid her arms along my head,
squeezing my neck.  The difference between her velvet-covered breast
and her naked one was electric.

	She must have sensed how close I was -- she knows, before I
do, I think.  She pressed her covered breast into my mouth. Grinding
her hips slowly and deliciously, she rode me over the edge, switching
me to her bare nipple as I started pumping into her.  She held me,
teasing me with her arms, rocking slowly.

	"I'm glad you like my dress," she whispered with a smile,
kissing my forehead.

	I snuggled into her, trying to nose her other breast out from
under the fabric.

	We ran into Laura at the grocery store the next day.

	"Where were you guys last night?" she asked, "We missed you."

	Robin ran a hand over my back as she answered, "Oh, I got
carried away."

FIN
Rev 6/25/2001


Carried Away
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www

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