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   "Did I forget something?" Tim asked.  It wasn't their anniversary, nor
was it her birthday; it wasn't even his birthday.  Yet Sally was certainly
wearing a going-out-to-dinner dress.

   "Nope.  I just felt celebrative.  Stay back!" He was approaching for a
welcome-home kiss.  "Go set the table." The celebration didn't extend to
the menu, except for a tossed salad.  The meat loaf, home fries, and peas
were just what he'd have expected.  He also would have expected a kiss, but
Sally hadn't given him any opportunity.

   "Go wash your hands," she said instead of announcing dessert.  He washed
them, taking the opportunity to empty his bladder, too.

   "Now," he asked when he got back to a cleared table.  "What are we
celebrating?" Normally, clearing the table was his responsibility.  No kiss
but her taking on his chore, that was both a puzzle and a contradiction.

   "My temp spiked today."

   "Darling!" He took her in his arms.  The kiss was sweet.  He relaxed the
hug when he found she was wearing no bra.  He stroked her back, fondled her
butt, stepped back half a pace to cup her breasts.

   "See why I made you wash your hands?" He finally did, and why he got no
kiss before the announcement.  She neither wanted grease all over her dress
nor his discovery of her braless state.

   "You're sure?" She nodded, smiling happily.  "Then why don't we...?" She
nodded again and started towards the bedroom.  When she sensed he was
watching her butt, she wriggled it exaggeratedly.  He chuckled.  When he
had closed the bedroom door, she pushed his sports coat off his shoulders.

   "I can get that.  Why don't you take care of your own?"

   "You can get your own clothes if you want.  I want your help with this."
She'd been able to get it on by herself.  But he'd be glad to help.  He
stripped quickly and efficiently.  When he turned to her, naked and with
the beginning of an erection, she turned her back.  The zipper of the dress
was in the back, and it had a snap at the collar which he didn't discover
until the zipper was down.  Her back was bare; well he shouldn't have
expected a bra strap.  When he pushed the dress shoulders forward, he saw
that she was wearing nothing underneath the dress.

   "Just a moment.  I have to hang this up." She raised it over her head
and hung it in the closet.  When she turned around, he could see her in all
her glory.  She stepped out of her shoes and was wearing nothing at all. 
They kissed, and he let his hands roam.  Her skin was so smooth; her
breasts were so soft; her butt was so firm; her lower hair was so crinkly.

   "It's chilly like this," she said.  "Let's get under the covers."

   "Don't want to get cold." He watched her get in first, pretty butt,
lovely lips showing below it.  When he got in, he let his feet hang over
the end.  That put his mouth level with her breasts, an opportunity not to
be wasted.  By the time his spiral around the near breast got to the
nipple, it was hard to greet him.

   He suckled there for a while.  After all, she would need the experience.
Meanwhile, he stroked the insides of her thighs.  Every upward stroke
stopped a little higher, but not quite there.  Then she grabbed his hand an
pulled it to her lower lips.  He switched breasts as he rubbed those lips.
As the second spiral reached her nipple, his finger reached her clit.

   "Yes."

   He was silent since his mouth was full.  He could feel Sally relax. 
That relaxation was brief, though.  As his finger stroked her moisture over
her clit, as his tongue circled her areola before tasting her nipple, he
felt the softness of her belly harden under his forearm.  That firmness
deserved a tribute.  He kissed a line down her breast, across her lower
ribs, and towards her navel.  Teasing Sally by licking there was always
fun, but -- perhaps -- fun not suitable for this solemn occasion.  He
skirted the navel and continued downward.  He paused just short of her hair
to plant a smacking kiss on the skin covering her womb.

   He abandoned the path to kneel between her legs.  She pulled her feet up
towards her butt.  He kissed another line down her thigh from her knee. 
One kiss from his lips to her lower ones, before he spread her with his
fingers.  The taste was bitter but arousing.  Her clit was even more
responsive to his tongue than her nipples had been.  He was really starting
to enjoy his feast when she grabbed the hair on top of his head.

   "Now!" Sally was right.  This wasn't the night for alternate activities.
He moved his arms up the sides of the bed.

   "Help me," he said.  As he moved up the bed over her body, she reached
for him.  The touch of her fingers was electrifying, but soon she placed
him where the feel was even more arousing.  The juicy warmth kissed his
tip. As he pressed forward, he felt the soft constriction.  Then, his head
was inside.

   "So warm," he said, "so slick."

   "So smooth, so hard, so full." She was right; he was fully in her.  He
paused there to adjust his posture for their mutual comfort.  His weight
rested on his elbows, and his hands rested on her breasts.

   "For luck." He withdrew enough to kiss her mouth one more time.  Then he
watched her face as he moved in and out.  She kissed towards him at first,
but soon her attention drew inward.  As he gloried in the smooth friction
all around the head of his cock, he watched her expression become
distracted.  Now, he didn't need to move his thumbs over her nipples to
keep them stiff.  His own excitement grew, driving him harder and faster.

   She pushed towards him as he drove inward.  Then she gripped his butt to
pull him deeper.  Her face looked grim and kept looking grimmer as he sped
up his stokes.  he saw her grimace just before he felt her clutch around
him.  He drove once more in and out of that sweet clutch.  Then he was no
longer holding her breasts or looking at her.

   He arched upward on straight arms from hands pressed into the mattress.
He drove his groin into her as she dug her claws into his butt.  Then he
was shooting his seed into her depths through her rhythmic clasps.

   "Gah!" he cried.  When his arms could no longer support him, he let the
left one collapse first.  Her knees were tight enough about him that they
rolled together.  He came out, anyway.

   "Whew," he said sometime later.

   "Whew," she answered.  "Do you think that did it?"

   "It better have.  I might never be able to get it up again." He kissed
her forehead.  Then he extricated himself to kiss over her womb again.  He
looked over the edge of the bed at the covers on the floor.  "So much for
getting under the covers."

   "I stayed warm."

   "Darling, you were white hot.  Anyway, I'll get them." He got up,
straightened the covers over her, and climbed back in.  They snuggled
together in a spoon with her in back.  "Sleep like this?"

   "Why not?  Who needs a nightgown?"

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   An earlier adventure of Tim with Sally is: spin.txt "Spin Cycle."

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