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                      So HOTT To See You!

          By Robert Steele


He paused in the doorway to the bedroom as he watched her gracefully glide
across the carpet. In the shadows he watched as she paused in front of the
dresser, regarding her reflection in the mirror. Her nightgown slipped from
her shoulders and fluttered to the floor as leaves do in the time of Autumn.
Twisting her body left and right she appraised her lithesome form. Hands
reach up to gently cup her still firm breasts as she turns sideways and
smiles. Nipples stiffen as much from her caress as from the gentle draft from
the ceiling fan. 

As she slowly massages herself, his hand descends to his trousers. Slowly
and quietly his zipper eases down. Free from the constricting confines of the
garment, his growing erection bobs slightly as he pushes down on his
trousers to provide better access. The hand squeezes the rigid flesh in
anticipation of what may come.

She doesn't disappoint.

Like the breeze blowing over her nude form, the fingertips of her hands
slide slowly down her torso leaving tingling trails of excited flesh behind in
their wake. Softly, she strokes her flanks and then the roundness of her
derriere. Ever moving, ever exploring, she teases herself. She knows he's
watching but doesn't acknowledge his presence.

Now trailing fingers move to the insides of her thighs. Tauntingly she
approaches the furry domain at their juncture. She sighs audibly as a
fingertip brushes against the rising nub in the center.

The snap of the button on his trousers is muffled by her low moan as he
lowers his trousers to the floor.

A hand rises to her lips; licking, sucking, she moistens her fingers while her
other hand cups the mound of her sex. The damp fingers move quickly back
to the furrow she so wants to explore. A finger glides up and down sending
delicious shivers throughout her frame. One hand on a breast the other busy
at the juncture of her thighs, she closes her eyes and arches her back. Knees
quiver as she begins to probe inside herself.

He steps clear of his trousers. The hardness of him rigid in the half light.
She notices it out of the corner of her eye. A wicked little smile crosses her
lips as she thrusts a second finger in to join the first.
It excites her knowing he is watching and fondling himself. She has always
wanted him to watch her as she has always wanted to watch him. She is
afraid to stop and a little reluctant to continue. She knows as her excitement
increases she will close her eyes, overcome with the pleasure and she doesn't
want to miss a single second of his self-loving.

Her body makes the decision for her. Her passion rises and her moans of
pleasure fill the room.

Now totally nude, he follows her motions with similar ones of his own. As
she caresses her breasts, he does the same to his chest. As her fingers speed
up and slow down in their thrusting his hand also changes pace to meet hers.

She turns and faces him now.

"Watch me," she hisses as she leans back against the dresser for support.

Like an Adonis, his bronzed form moves into the light of the room. His rigid
desire stands before him in mute testament of the effect she is having on
him. Her gaze is riveted on his slowly stroking hand.

"Ohh, yes, Baby!" She moans as both hands work her sweetness into a
froth.

She cannot take her gaze from his groin as he too uses two hands to stroke
and caress himself.

His approach stops when he is but a foot away from her. Each of their gazes
is locked upon the other's sex.

"Stroke it, Baby! Jack that cock while I fuck myself." She gasps between
rapid intakes of breath.

The head of his cock is purple with blood. Swollen with desire and slick with
the moisture from the leaking pre-cum; the smacking sounds of his hands
sliding up and down his manhood mixes with the squishing noises emanating
from between her legs.

"Unghhhh, ohhhh YES!" He exhorts as his own hips began to thrust
forward and back.

The first jet hits her just below the navel. As she sees the white
fluid spring forth, she loses all control and succumbs to the rising
flood of ecstacy that radiates from her loins. She cries out then
whimpers as her orgasm sweeps over her like waves crashing on the
beach. One after another, each seeming to crest just a little higher
than the previous. Her knees buckle and she sinks to the floor, ankles
beneath her, legs clamping together, hands now pressing firmly into
her spasming nest.

He bends down, lifts her up off the floor and carries her to the edge of the
bed. She lies back, legs dangling over the side and his still rigid manhood
slides slowly into her waiting depths.

It is the beginning of a long afternoon of passion, of sharing and of the
tenderness only two people in love can have together.



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