Message-ID: <17181eli$9811140631@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17181.txt> From: James Bellamy <jbellamy@renman.net> Subject: A Night To Remember (M/F, erotic rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <364D054A.F61BD1A3@renman.net> A Night To Remember By James Bellamy Jbellamy@renman.net Her Story: ..Allie smiled, nervous suddenly. "Um," she said, realizing Jack was waiting, "let's go inside," she added, pointing to the door. He opened it and they slipped inside. She stopped him from turning on the light and slid her arms around his waist. The two of them stood there, holding each other, in the dark. But it was not really dark. The drapes were pulled back from the windows and the light of the full moon allowed them see quite well. He kissed her. And then took her hand and brought it down to touch him. It was like a bolt through her, the rush of desire that came, and for a moment she could scarcely touch him for the reaction inside her. "Here," she said, breaking away from his mouth. "What?" Jack whispered, sounding hoarse. "Here," she whispered. "Right here." Jack smiled. "You can bounce to the ceiling on the bed..." His voice broke off and his eyes closed against the touch of her hand. "Here," Allie said, wanting only to act and not to think anymore. "Oh here," Jack managed to get out, pressing against her hand. Then he jerked back from her, whipping off his jacket with such ferocity that she had to laugh. "Funny, eh?" he said, throwing the jacket and fumbling at his tie. He pulled the knot apart and yanked it out of his collar, tossing that too. "You think this is funny," he said as she chuckled, eyes on her, tearing now at his cuff links and throwing them and then saying, "Oh, hell," taking hold of his shirt and simply tearing it apart, buttons flying. Then he lunged at her, taking hold of her dress-- "Not my dress!" she cried, laughing, and he laughed too, but then they were quiet, their breath picking up as he unzipped her dress and helped her out of it. She tossed it over a chair and turned to him in her slip and, as he kissed her, she undid his belt, unhooked his pants, unzipped them and eased them down over his hips. And then, gently, she brought her hands back up to ease his shorts down over his hips as well. And then, with her lower body in a lock of anticipation, she allowed herself the pleasure of sliding her hands down to feel him. Oh! She groaned a little, he felt so wonderful. Oh! This was for her, all for her; and she was gentle with her hands, reverent, and was grateful. Because he was already hard for her. Allie couldn't stop touching him because he was so different and she wanted to know him. This was Jack in her hands, so plentiful, and so hard here, and so sleek there, and so soft here- and there, how soft he felt yet so long and hard. She wanted him to feel how much she loved him, how wonderful he made her feel, she could hold him like this forever. Holding her shoulders, his breath had turned ragged. And now, holding is breath, he pulled down the straps of her slip and pulled the whole thing down over her breasts. "Oh sweetheart," Jack sighed, taking her breasts in his hands. And then his body seized up for a moment- his hands going rigid on her breasts-and she stopped her hands and simply held him. "Oh yes," Jack said, voice scarcely audible, his body relaxing just a bit and hands moving over her breasts again. With each breath he made a small sound of exertion in his throat, and his hands grew stronger, massaging her breasts, pulling the rhythm of her breath to his, to that of his hands, of his sounds and sighs, and then, a moment later, to the rhythm of his gyrations in her hands. One hand left her breast and slid down over her waist, over her hip and under her slip, feeling for her panties, finding them, tugging at them, an inch on this side, an inch on that, and then his hand slipped down inside and in between her legs. "Oh darling," Jack sighed, touching her, feeling her, "Oh Allie." She was very wet and at first couldn't believe the sound his hand was making with her. "Jack," she gasped, on the verge of coming. "Oh, wait, please-let's-can we...?" and he understood exactly what she meant because he dropped to his knees, pulling her slip all the way down to the floor and then her panties too, and then pulling her down to the floor. Jack kicked his shoes off, rolling to his side to kick his pants off too, and Allie lay there, on the floor, watching him. Wanting him. Pants off, he scooted up beside her and touched the side of her face. Then he slowly moved over and gently lowered himself down on her. Allie felt him pressing heavily on the inside of her thigh, and she reached down between them as he lifted himself slightly, found him, and held him for a moment. Oh-could there be anything, anything as good as this, Allie thought. Allie brought her knees up slightly, shifting, guiding him to her. She brought her hand away. For a moment they hung there, on this threshold, looking into each others eyes. Jack let out a breath, then, took another, held it, and looking her straight in her wonderful brown eyes, grasped her shoulders more firmly, he surprised her by one long, slow stroke, continuous push inside her, spreading her to what felt like the limit-the divine limit, oh, god- and she closed her eyes, gasping in both pleasure and surprise, and when she opened them again and saw his beloved face, his expression, she almost came on the spot. Oh, it was just such a good, good fit, the two of them-it was just so teeth-clenching, lower-ache-agony good. And Jack lurched into his first move and it was never steady after that, and she realized that he was as close as she was already, because he was trying to be smooth in his withdrawal, smooth in his re-entry, trying to give the very best of him, all of him, by drawing out very far and then pushing back into her as far as she would take him, which was just about exactly how much he had striving to get in, but there was no doubt about it, they were lurching, muscles straining to perform gracefully but bodies demanding-- "Oh Jack," Allie moaned, feeling it way down there, right deeply down there, right in where he was up against her. It all came tearing loose out of her there in a second, rolling outward and then barreling up through her spine, pulling everything up with it, spreading, rising, rising. " Oh, Oh, Jack, Jack," Allie gasped, arching up against him, feeling it, feeling him furiously resume with her, making her come, oh god. How good, good, good this was, how good it was to come under him, how good it as to feel her muscles convulse around him, knowing that it was him, her Jack, this was heaven. Sliding her hands down over his buttocks, easing, feeling him slow, feeling his muscles, easing, feeling the warmth seeping between them, sharing it, the warmth, the wetness, easing, stopping-sighing. Allie lay there, reveling in the feel of him, in his warmth, in the certainty that Someone had to have spent aeons perfecting this fit. Oh, what a wonderful man. So loveable, so kind, so bright, and so very, very wonderful. He raised his head from her shoulder to look at her. He kissed her. And then he kissed her again. And then he rubbed his cheek against her mouth. And then they kissed once more. And then he said, " Darling I love you but next time let's use the bed. I think we may of given each other some rug burns!" Allie burst into laughter as she hugged Jack to her, "Whatever you say Sweetheart!" --------------------------------- Early Morning Review The early morning light streamed into her bedroom and Jack lay awake, staring past the curve of Allie's hip to the trees outside, now cast in their fall yellows and the beginning of browning. He put his hand gently on the lovely curve, loving it, worshipping it's beauty and thought quiet thoughts about the previous night. They had been late, the concert, then a late night dinner, holding hands, quick kisses between bights, holding hands across the corner of the table, their knees touching, then legs and toes intertwined, wanting to get closer, smiling into each others eyes as they talked. And they talked about no inconsequential thoughts, but interesting things their minds could play with as part of the fondling their bodies were doing. Funny, he thought how the thrills coursing through him punctuated the thoughts and their conversation making it all the more dear and pleasureful. They made love as soon as they came though the door, neither could stand any further delay. "Here," she whispered. "Right here." Her words, so urgently whispered, thrilled him to the core, making his body tremble as he pulled her close. Now lying there in her bed, he turned it over in his mind again, nearly feeling the her breath again as she had uttered it, he shivered with pleasure again. Allie's breathing beside him was steady and quiet, sounding as if she were still feeling the completeness OT their orgasms deep in each other's body's. It was as if he could feel hers and she had felt the intensity of his, their locked together, his cock exulting in the embrace of her tightness around him. He reached to caress her hip through the light sheet covering her, concealing her from his view, but promising, ...... promising. Holding her shoulders, his breath had turned ragged. And now, holding is breath, he pulled down the straps of her slip and pulled the whole thing down over her breasts. "Oh sweetheart," he remembered uttering as the familiar thrill -- it was always the same when her breasts were exposed to his eyes, the thrill of it - and she had smiled up at him as his eyes devoured her, then closed her eyes as he had begun the loving of them with his hands, lifting them, surrounding them, bringing her nipples, so erect, into the crotch between his thumb and forefinger. Holding her in his hands, lingering, loving, lusting, shuddering at their softness. Jack loved the soft satiny feeling of them, loved to caress them, then squeezing them, because of his urgency and there being no way to hold back. The frustration of not being able to get even closer, to share their loveliness somehow even more than just fondling. So he placated himself by concentrating on making his caresses express his love, trying to make Allie feels so wonderful that she would know his love more deeply. Jack moved closer, lifting the sheet so that he could gaze at her pretty bottom and then bringing his body against her, "spooning" she called it, he recalled. Allie stirred slightly pressing back into the cove made by his body, touching his hardness - he realized that the thought of her breasts and thinking about the night before had brought him to erection - the touch of the end of his dick finding the softness where the lush curve of her bottom creased into her thighs and formed a compound curve separating thighs, and bottom and promising the warmth of her pussy now protected by this loveliness. It reminded him of the point where everything came together in the soaring arches of the gothic cathedrals they had admired in awe in England. It reminded him of how they came together, too. Again he shuddered with pleasure at the thought. (.......he dropped to his knees, pulling her slip all the way down to the floor and then her panties too, and then pulling her down to the floor.) (she reached down between them as he lifted himself slightly, found him, and held him for a moment.) (..........looking her straight in her wonderful brown eyes, grasped her shoulders more firmly, he surprised her by one long, slow stroke, continuous push inside her, spreading her.....) Jack shuddered, again as the memories came faster now. He smiled to himself and stretched a yawning early morning stretch compounded with the shiver coursing through his body. "mmmnnnnhhhhhh!" He laughed quietly at his erotic memories and allowed himself a long lingering, exciting memory of how it had felt as he pressed himself into her wetness in that one long uninterrupted, tender but powerful thrust as her body separated before the insistent head of his cock, then tightened around it gripping first around the thickness past his swollen head then embracing all of him in her wetness, in the searing heat of her sweet pussy. Thought how Allie had risen to meet his thrust, welcoming him into her body. Again Jack's body tensed around the thoughts and he pressed closer. His hands had found her breasts, slipping one under her body, not really trying to avoid waking her now. He wanted her so much it was like an ache. And she was here, her softness so warm against him, the scent of her in his nostrils. He felt lucky, luxurious, languorous, even, at having the pleasure of her in his arms, as she stirred now under his caresses. "mmmmmmmnnnnnn, mmmnh, darling." She leaned back into his embrace, her hand idly touching his thigh, toying with the hair of his leg. She took her time coming out of her sleep. Letting the pleasure seep into her limbs, the pleasure of waking from a delightfully satisfied sleep to find your lover's body fresh there against you, warming you, holding you, cradling you, and ............... wanting you. She rolled this moment around in her mind, knowing that he was there, waiting, thinking about her, wanting her, knowing that they would ly here in this warm comfort zone and then, in there own time, would make love, giving each other again the pleasure of their bodies ...... slowly this time...... lovingly .....she knew she would take him soon, soon into the secrecy of her body, that she would feel his throbbing excitement at the touch of her pussy surrounding his hardness, ........... and she pressed herself against him, feeling his cock slip between her thighs ............. Wondered at the thrill it gave there just touching the entrance to her, touching and just beginning to open the lips of her pussy. She wondered how long they would be able to lie together like this, the wetness just beginning, Jack's cock feeling like his tongue, ....tasting her. She wondered if he would soon open her legs and kiss her there, if his real tongue would soon be licking her, toying with her clitoris, tasting her juices. "mmmmmmmnnnnnn .........goooood morning, Jack" she stretched and it felt wonderful. "...... do you ............... still love me, Jack??" "Yes," simply, warmly, it was enough. END Comments to jbellamy@renman.net -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>