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 "Cooling Off"  {Uther} (MF rom wl)

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to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do
something else.

This material is Copyright, 2001, Uther Pendragon.  All rights
reserved.  I specifically grant the right of downloading and
keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading so long as
this notice is included.  Reposting requires previous
permission.

All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
coincidental.


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                           Cooling Off
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


The temperature was still over a hundred, and their air
conditioner was still broken.  He put the food he'd picked up for
their supper into the refrigerator.  Then he ran a cool, rather
shallow, bath.  It looked so good that he undressed and climbed
in to wait.

"In the bathtub, honey," he called as the door slammed.

"My, you look cool," she said.  She didn't look cool at all,
and her face had a mask of dirt except around the eyes.

"Care to join me?  The repair man is backed up until the day
after tomorrow."

"Don't mind if I do."  She stripped off her office clothes
efficiently, almost ignoring him.  Yet the process was every bit
as sexy as any show intended to arouse.  First she removed her
blouse and bra, and her breasts swung free as she bent to deal
with skirt, shoes and pantyhose.  Removing the panties revealed
her bare mound.

Then she turned to the medicine cabinet and its mirror.
"Ugh," she said.

"I thought that you looked kind of cute, like a raccoon in
reverse."  She was leaning over slightly, looking closer at her
reflection.  This view was even cuter.  Her ass was pushed a
little outward; he could glimpse her pussy through her slightly
spread legs.  She soaped up a washcloth.  "Bring that here."

She handed him the washcloth and climbed between his legs in
the tub, her back to him.  The glimpses of all her parts in
motion stiffened him despite the cool water.   Her shiver within
the circles of his arms and legs increased the effect.

As she leaned back against him, he washed the grit from her
face. He handed her a large plastic mug.  "Fill this with hot,
please." She barely needed to bend forward to reach the faucets.
He poured half the mug over her hair and began to rub the shampoo
in.

Her position leaning against his chest wasn't efficient -- his
own chin kept getting in his way.   But having her in his arms
was much more important.  And he loved her hair, loved running
his fingers through it, rubbing the shampoo into every lock.
Finally, he rinsed.

She filled the mug for him; he poured and combed for her.  She
adjusted the cold faucet and the drain so the water level was
nearly constant.  Then she leaned back in his arms for a rest. He
stroked her slowly -- there was no hurry.  Her nipples were hard
under his fingers, he was hardening against her back; but they
were mostly drifting.

"You won't believe this," she said after a while.

"Hm?"

"I'm starting to get chilly."

"I," he said, "can think of a fun way to warm up."  She got
out first, and they toweled each other off.

"Race you to the bed," she said while he was rinsing the last
shampoo bubbles down the drain.  Laughing, she ran to the bed and
jumped into the middle before he could really start moving.  They
kissed when he caught up to her.  The air already felt like a
warm blanket over them, and they needed no other.

Slowly, his mouth trailed down her neck and shoulder to her
breast.  He missed her taste, but the nipple was as responsive as
ever.  Then he kissed the underside of her breast.  "Stop!" she
cried, "I'm so ticklish there."

"I know," he said, and nibbled the underside of the other
breast. She kicked for minutes while he held her down with his
hand on her smooth mound.  Then she tickled him with her
fingernails on his ass cheeks and on the back of his thighs.  He
gave up and moved out of her reach.

That brought him to her thighs.  He kissed the tops for a
minute, then moved between them.  Here, finally, he could taste
her rather than the soap.  He teased himself as much as her by
staying on the thighs and then on the smooth mound.  "Inside!"
she pled and spread her legs to invite his tongue into her
pussy.

He could resist her words, but not her aroma.  He spread her
lips with his tongue and lapped up the nectar he found there.  He
circled her clit with his tongue, returned to the nectar, circled
the clit again.  "Please," she said on his fifth or sixth
circle.

When he did finally lick her clit, she stiffened and pulled on
his ears.  "Inside," she said again.  He licked there once more,
and moved up her body.  She raised her legs and reached for him.
He watched her face as he entered her hot cunt.

She began with a studious frown, as if setting him in her
entrance was a technical problem.  Her eyes widened as he pressed
slowly into her, the lids moving apart as the cunt lips did.  She
gave him a smile when he had filled her completely, welcoming him
home.

When she had wrapped him in her legs, he moved in and out.  He
was trying to prolong the action, but she would have none of
that.  "Fuck me," she said.  "Fuck me hard and fast and
fierce."

He sped up, thrusting into her with more and more force.  Her
hands slid down his back to his ass, pulling him into her.
"Coming," she said, "... now."  And come she did, her pussy
gripped his cock just as her hands gripped his hips.  He drove
into her spasming pussy a few more times, and then he came
too.

They lay together, hugging, gasping, and -- especially --
sweating.

"I'm all hot again," she said after a minute.

"Honey, you have always been hot," he replied.


The End
Cooling Off
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2002/01/31
2004/03/03
2010/04/06
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