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Coming Home
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You know the stuff for disclaimers, so I don't know why everyone bothers
putting it in. Still, this isn't exactly a kiddies story. If it's illegal
for you to read this, then don't read it. Oh, what the hell... if you were
going to listen to me then you wouldn't be looking at this anyway.
This is the first part of a story that is already planned out in my head,
it's just getting it down onto paper that's the problem. For that reason, I
need your feedback! Tell me what you think, and if you think I should keep
going, or go back to murdering things running round the Phobos lab.
I'm a new author, so be nice to me!
Why be nice? Naughty is much more fun!
- Little Devil
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NOTE : Some of you may have already read the first part of this, but it's
building up, and I want feedback before I decide if I should bother
continuing. It's going to end up as another trilogy in 15 parts, I can see
it happening...
Love, LD.
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(part one - kinda)
He'd only been up for three hours, and already today was up working its way
into the top ten worst days he'd had. He'd already put up with a mechanic
with more hair on his chin than his head looking at his car and sucking air
in between his teeth He'd watched with growing irritation at the sight of
his beautiful Toyota sports car being winched onto the back of the bright
orange recovery truck. With no car and no chance of cadging a lift from
friends, Nick was stuck and had been forced to over ride his fear of buses
to catch the airport coach. Within ten minutes his fears had been proved
well founded, as his private hell was accentuated with every junction the
driver approached and every old granny that was tailgated by this huge green
and white monster. Mile after mile of staring at the muddy green of the
English countryside flying past at 70 mph partially calmed his nerves,
followed by another half hour of staring at the back of the seat in front.
Finally the coach pulled up to a harsh stop, and let every one of the
slightly shell shocked passengers pile out of the doors, straight into the
airport lounge. Yet another of Nick's personal hells - hundreds of screaming
kids and cranky business men in crumpled suits filled just about every foot
of floor space, some looking for exits, some for loved ones, and most of the
rest were generally looking lost. Nick was supposed to fit into the second
of those groups, but right now the third was a pretty good contender too.
There's only one reason he'd even think about going through this. And the
arrivals board said she'd be another 45 minutes. Fun.
Making the most of a bad situation, Nick grabbed a coffee from the tired
looking girl behind the counter of the coffee bar, and settled down to watch
the seething mass of people filling the main concourse. Despite everything,
looking down on everyone was somehow relaxing - the apparently random
movement of people had an obvious pattern. People were going in two general
directions. The first group were heading from the entrance to the funnel of
empty floor that always formed around the arrivals doors. Every one of those
people were waiting for someone to come through that funnel, to welcome them
home or to drag them off to some meeting or other. The second (and
significantly larger) group was working it's way back from the funnel to the
buses or the car park.
It was down there that Claire would appear, and Nick was going to get to see
this woman that he loved for the first time in over a month. All too often
her job would drag her to foreign shores, leaving him alone while she
interpreted a speech on Mineral Recovery or whatever the hell it was she was
doing now. A month where his only company was made up of brief phone calls,
his right hand, and an active imagination. Still, her month of work would be
rewarded with another two weeks of paid vacation. At least, it would if he
ever found her in this place. How somewhere so uncluttered could be so
disorienting was anyone's guess.
He was just draining the slightly syrupy sludge from the bottom of the cup
when a hand snaked its way round his waist and a voice by his shoulder
somehow managed to sound seductive over the roar of noise.
"Hi babe... I managed to get an earlier flight!" Nick grinned as the sound
twisted his day into something he had waited 4 weeks for. "You know, I can
talk to your shoulder if you want, but I'd rather see your face."
He turned, and looked down into the smiling face and the deep brown eyes
that had first attracted him to this girl. A history of flying had taken its
toll on her, replacing her normal jeans or short skirts for just about the
most unflattering pair of sweat pants anyone could ever wear. No matter how
often he'd flown he still wore jeans that ended up cutting into his legs
after the first hour of any flight.
After a second they were kissing, tongues instantly probing each other
deeply without a thought of the masses charging around them.
"Hell it's great to have you back. I've missed you. Good flight?"
"Yeah, it was okay I guess - the flight was okay, but just look what I had
to look forward to!" Claire instincts made her flinch away just as hands
went to grab her and she headed off into the crowd.
Luggage in hand (and how the hell did women need so much luggage?) Nick
caught her up, and wrapped a free hand around her waist in time to aim the
two of them away from the car park, and toward the buses with only a mumble
of "Long story" as explanation.
Back on the bus again, but at least this time he had something other than
the verge to keep his mind from the suicide driving style of that he had to
look forward to. Claire wriggled into the window seat, and wrapped her arm
around his as they sat waiting for things to start. It was another 90 minute
trip back out to the small town they called home and Claire was all too
aware of the comfort she was going to have to give to keep Nick's mind off
the way the coach was being driven. Slightly sleepily she cuddled up, and
rested her head on his shoulder. All she managed was a brief "I love you
hon" before she started drifting off into the world of jet lag.
'Great. Just bloody wonderful.' went the voice in Nick's head. 'Here I am,
stuck on another damned coach, and she has to bloody fall asleep.' The voice
had a touch of annoyance to it, but the look of her against his side was
enough to calm it, and soothe his nerves at the same time. It had been a
long flight, and she was entitled to feel sleepy. Still, if the car hadn't
given up on him, they could have been parked in a quiet country lane getting
reacquainted by now. Right here there wasn't even a chance of a crafty grope
of her gorgeous chest without being seen. Or was there...?
Claire woke as a hand slowly edged it's way past the waistband of her sweat
pants and headed for the crotch of her underwear. She gasped as the hand ran
along the top edge of her kjohners and started to walk its way down towards
her crotch. It felt great, but there were people all around them. She
reached out and lightly gripped Nicks arm.
"Hey... what are you doing! We'll get caught!" The words came out as more of
a lip reading exercise than words, but Nick got the idea. Even without
looking he could have made a pretty good guess at the message.
"No we won't because no-one is playing attention!" Nick whispered in her ear
as his hand kept edging it's way down her body to her crotch. The crotch of
her pants was being held to her panties by the dampness already down there.
"Hell you're hot! Pleased to be back are you?"
Claire giggled. She'd spent the last hour of the flight in a dream world,
fantasising about being alone with the bulge in those jeans. She was just
about to head off to the tiny toilet to finish herself off when the
stewardesses started telling people to put their belts on. No matter how
nicely she asked, the stewardess had forced her to stay put and suffer in
silence. All the way down she'd been getting progressively more turned on,
and by the time she'd got out of the plane she was convinced the man next to
her was able to smell the scent of her arousal. Even by her standards she
was soaking, and the wetness on her skin was making her feel uncomfortable.
Right now, those thoughts were shoved out of the way by thoughts of the fun
they could have at home.
Nick's hand was on the move again, and she stifled a gasp as he ran a finger
along the leg of her panties and the back up across the fabric, briefly
brushing a single finger across her clit. His touch was moulding the wet
fabric of her panties to her crotch, smoothing them across her pussy lips
and her pubic mound. And, fuck, it was turning her on as well... In the 4
years they'd been together they had played about in public before, but not
this close to any possible audience, and especially not with no way to
escape if they were caught! Right here and now though, she didn't care. The
lightness of his touch was mixing with the vibration of the engine, sending
delicious shocks from her crotch up her spine, and straight into her brain.
Nick smiled as his probing fingers lifted the wet fabric from his goal, and
ran his fingers through the fine hair that covered her sex, and working down
towards source of all her excitement.
"Excuse me, my dear"
Both jumped as the voice interrupted their world, followed with a gasp as
their movement forced a stray finger against Claire's already erect clit.
The two of them looked up into the apologetic face that had appeared between
the seats in front of them.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you start. I was just wondered if you can
help. I've got a really nasty feeling that this isn't my bus. Do you know
what number this is?"
Nick laughed. "Yeah... it's the A320. We're over to the Motorway, and then
up toward Nottingham." The A320... it was sad really, but all the bus runs
had been named after different types of planes. Some wit had decided to name
this one after an Airbus A320. Hell, if this was a plane it looked more like
it was flown by the Wright brothers!
Claire shuffled slightly to make sure the hand invading her crotch was
unseen by their new friend, and sighed as Nick started talking to this old
lady instead of doing what he was good at.
"Go away!" thought Claire. Oh great, so the old dear was on the right bus.
Better still, she lived in the same town. Well that was the end of finger
sex then.
Claire wriggled up against Nick's shoulder, and closed her eyes, feigning
sleep. It was one of the few times the height difference between them never
mattered. The foot or more difference in their heights meant that even
wearing heals it was more comfortable to rest her head on his chest than it
was to kiss when they were dancing. Oh gods those two were getting worse.
Nick was the spitting image of her grandson. Joy... The question was, did
her grandson have his hand in a girls underwear? This was silly. Why didn't
the old dear get herself sat back down and leave the two of them alone. What
she really wanted was...
Claire's gasped out loud. Shit, that was exactly what she wanted. She froze
as Nick's fingers resumed their light wanderings over her pubic mound, and
started tracing down the sides of her sex. Surely he wasn't going to try and
make her come while this old dear watched? The idea was disgusting. Old
people didn't have sex (despite the fact that her parents had kept her awake
many time while she was growing up). And yet, in a way, she was more upset
with herself as she realised that the idea was turning her on.
Nick was still chatting easily with the old dear in front as Claire tried to
pull his fingers into her body. As if reading her mind, he dipped a
fingertip into her body, and slowly brought his cum soaked finger up to the
hood of her clit, the moisture letting his finger slide across the swollen
nub more easily. The searching fingers played across her, and dipping into
her body just enough to massage the flesh of her cunt. Every touch made her
hotter and wetter, the presence of this mad old lady somehow making every
touch a hundred times more exciting. The simplest of touches were bringing
her closer to that peak that she wanted, but there was no way that she could
come with this lady watching her every move. Using every trick that she
knew, Claire tried to ignore the attention, but it was almost as if Nick was
trying to keep the old girl talking.
With a sudden move, Nick pressed three fingers into her sex, and was trying
to move them deeper inside her. The intrusion was more than enough to get
things going, and she had to turn and bury her head in his shoulder to try
to stifle a groan as orgasm hit. Although he couldn't get his fingers
properly inside Claire's body, his fingers reacted against the pulsing of
her vaginal muscles, and forced her on through each wave.
"You're joking... I work there as well. What's his name?"
"Well my eldest is Jon, and the younger is Simon. He's more into the art
side of things though."
"Jon...? Oh yeah... I know him" Nick muttered. "works with the database
lot?"
How the hell could he be doing this? Three fingers were working in and out
of her pussy while he kept talking about this woman's grandsons. With her
head still buried in his shoulder, Claire tried to regain her composure.
Nick carefully used her panties to clean her girlcum from his fingers,
tickling her pubes as he did it.
Claire lifted her head, and peered bleary eyed at the woman still talking to
her boyfriend.
"You back with us again my love?" asked Nick, and gently kissed her cheek.
God was he going to pay for this later.
"Yeah, I guess. Where are we?" The countryside around here was all the same
muddy green, and without knowing how long they'd been on the bus she even
had no idea if they had switched motorways yet.
"About halfway... did you get to meet Mrs Stevenson? I think you were dozing
off about the time she said hello."
Claire nodded.
"But I didn't say hello. I don't know if he introduced me - <gasp> - I'm
Claire."
Nick was going to die - that had been timed to embarrass her. One of the
fingers that he'd so carefully cleaned on her panties was invading her flesh
again, stirring the juices that remained in her. Over and over it dipped in,
and ran along the walls of her tender flesh, coating itself with her now
thickening juices.
Nick gently withdrew his finger from her body, the soft folds of her sex
gripping him gently. Carefully he withdrew his hand from her panties and
sweat pants.
"Ow, fuck!" Nick brought the finger to his lips, and sucked it into his
mouth. "Oh - pahden mah... Hah, lets try again, but without a mouthful of
finger this time! Pardon my French, but that bloody hurt. There's something
sharp down the back of that chair...
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(part two - kinda)
Claire ignored most of the rest of the conversation, letting Nick sweet talk
his new friend. After playfully swatting his hand on one occasion, Nick left
her alone and she relaxed as her body calmed down. The bus route took them
to within a mile of home, and Claire brightened up as they sailed past the
end of the lane they lived on. Only ten minutes and they'd be in the town
centre, of this coach, and away from the woman who had stolen her boyfriend.
As they climbed out into the street the murky weather of the Midlands broke,
changing the merely unpleasant murk into drizzle. Although not that heavy,
the rain penetrated every fibre of their clothes while the driver searched
for luggage. Rain soaked, they wandered the length of the cold bus station
looking for a taxi to take them back out of the city, and towards home.
The bus station had probably been thought of as being 'innovative' when it
was designed, but now it was just depressing - the walls were all red metal
framework, and horribly grimy glass. The grey skies filled the building with
dusky shadows, rippling as the rain down the roof and walls, making everyone
feel like they were somehow _inside_ a waterfall.
Claire looked down at the far end were the taxi rank unsuccessfully 'filled'
with a single taxi. She watched as it took it's passenger and vanished into
the ant-like procession of cars running their way around the one way system.
Last year the taxi companies had kicked up a fuss because the taxi rank
wasn't long enough so the bus company had come up with the kind of cunning
plan that no-one had expected - charge the taxis a rate to use the rank.
They could raise funds to clean the place up and cut down on the traffic
around the bus station at the same time. And it had cut the taxi queue
successfully - now there were never more than three taxi's waiting.
A small group of people were already congregated around the pickup point,
with the world's natural irony adding one of the town's few whores to the
group. Directly opposite the group were the new row of vending machines,
each one screaming it's wares in neon brilliance. The traditional
illuminated 'Coke' and 'Pepsi' machines had been joined by a Cadbury's
chocolate machine and an even newer addition. Glowing in the half light was
the bulk of a condom machine, sign-written in the company's colours it was
somehow managing to hide in the foreground. Either it was using the garish
colours of these other machines to as camouflage, or most of the bus
station's users were still suitably uptight about it's products that
everyone ignored it like they would a beggar or drunk.
[ Note - This isn't a creation of my imagination - unlikely ]
[ as it seems, these things are popping up in the UK, and ]
[ with exactly this reaction. ]
The two of them stood in line. Without the car breaking down they would have
been home for half an hour by now (more if Claire had driven), and they both
longed to be alone. Claire wrapped her arms around Nick's waist and
squeezed. In the month she'd been away life had been hard, and more than
once she'd wanted to jump on the plane home.
Right now the only thing she wanted was to envelop him in her arms the way
that he had her on so many times since they had first started dating. Not
true. Two other things were strong in her mind - the wish to envelop him in
a more sexual manner, and the need to get revenge for his attempt to
embarrass her earlier.
Claire pulled away from Nick and kissed his cheek.
"Won't be a second..."
Claire broke from the group, and walked to the Coke machine. After a couple
of seconds she side-stepped to the machine of their rivals with the kind of
staged smoothness that seems designed to make everyone watch. And everyone
did.
Next was the condom machine, which got the same side-step approach. Suddenly
getting more vocal, Claire 'um'ed and 'ah'ed as she read through the list of
options. She needed to pick her time... Long enough to make it look like she
was thinking about something, but not long enough that people started
ignoring her again...
"Nick?! This thing is bloody useless! Look, they don't sell the small ones!"
Nick felt every pair of eyes shift from the two of them as people tried to
look interested in anything but the couple.
"They've got some of the standard ones. Do you to try them? I think I've got
some elastic bands at home!"
Claire watched as Nick shrunk back against the plants behind him, and
laughed as Nick tried (unsuccessfully) to catch the plants he knocked over.
Only one pair of eyes was ignoring them by now - those of the tart. She'd
seen it many times before and, frankly, most people managed to put on a much
better show than that one.
Claire walked back to the crowd, grinning as everyone tried to watch her
while looking uninterested. She hugged her boyfriend, and kissed his
beetroot cheek.
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The taxi driver threw Claire's suitcase into the back of the taxi, and
climbed back into the driver's seat.
"Right mate, where are we heading?"
Claire winced at the mild sexism and left Nick to answer.
"Do you know Norton?" (Nod, nod) "We're going over there."
The driver nodded again, and fired up the clattering diesel engine.
"So then, where have you two been? Holiday was it?"
"Just me." replied Claire. "I got dragged out to Morocco by the company I
work for."
"You must be bloody good at Spanish to be able to speak to all them nignog
buggers in their own language"
Claire winced again, and decided not to correct this idiot's stupidity or
racism.
"No, the main speaker was German actually, and I had to translate what he
was saying so that the English delegates could understand."
"Obviously doing ya good to be able to afford a place in Norton. don't think
there's one place out there under 200 grand is there?"
"No idea..."
"Hope you had better weather out there than we've had here, isn't that right
guv?"
Claire faded him out of her world, and went back to watching the countryside
out of the rain flecked window. The seasons changed so slowly when you
watched them, but coming in from a month away the change was huge. The tail
end of the summer sun had been replaced by this monotonous drizzle that
would last until Christmas with only ice and frost to break the monotony.
Finally, the taxi worked it's way onto the drive and pulled to a halt in the
spot that 4 hours ago had held a recovery truck. Claire ran through the rain
to the porch and looked around the garden while Nick paid the fare. Even in
the pouring rain, it was obvious that a lot had happened to the place while
Claire had been working. To start with the jungle that they'd called a
garden had been destroyed by hours of hard work. The lawn was neat and
finely mown, and the weed strewn beds suddenly had plants in them. Even the
peeling paint on the door had been replaced with mirror-like layer of white
paint.
"Impressed?"
"Impressed? Of course I'm impressed... you did all of this yourself?"
"Well..." Nick grinned. "Most of it. I got Jane to give me a hand with all
the gardening bits, but the rest was all done with these fair ones."
Hmmmm... So he'd got her mum to help - that explained it just a bit. Hang
on, back up a bit and lets try that last line again...
"Erm... what rest?"
Nick unlocked the door, and lead Claire in side.
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(part three - kinda)
Claire opened her eyes, and looked deep into the burning depths of the fire
before her. The room was dark but for these gently turning flames and the
light from the one remaining candle on the dinner table. One thing that
hadn't changed while she was away was the cooking talent of the man in who's
arms she was now engulfed.
Whenever she was taken away from England she always missed two things -
Nick, and English food. And whenever she returned she was always greeted by
the same two things - Nick and English food.
While she'd been stretched out in the bath Nick had been cooking with his
usual skill. The plate of sausage toad that greeted her was probably the
least romantic food known to man, but it was everything that she had longed
for. The combination of the slightly stodgy batter pudding and the inviting
smell of English sausages was something that she had never been able to
recreate anywhere else in the world. Served with chips and slightly spiced
baked beans, it was the kind of meal mothers everywhere were serving their
children but probably no-one else was having as a romantic dinner for two.
And now they were laid out in front of this fire with just each other for
company.
Claire snuggled up against Nick's side, and sipped from the generous measure
of port that he had poured her. As the warmth of the fire toasted her body
she relaxed and let the alcohol gently swallow her mind in it's glow.
"That was beautiful... I've spent the last month pigging on all sorts of
international stuff, but nothing that was even vaguely English. The nearest
we got was a bloody Mc Donald's!"
Nick laughed, and gently kissed the crown of her head. Claire smiled, but
kept staring into the rippling flames as if hypnotised by them.
"You know what I missed most of all...?"
"English sun?"
Nick winced as his question was answered with a pinch to his thigh.
"I'm being serious."
They sat in the warm silence as Nick thought.
"Hell, I don't know. English shops? Driving on the left? Soft loo paper...?"
It was Claire's turn to laugh, and she shook her head.
"Give up then. What _did_ you miss?"
Claire shifted on the rug so that she could face her partner. "There's one
thing I missed more than shops. More than driving, even if you did kill the
car! Something I missed even more than having you to clear up around me...
And that's this..."
She lent forward, and pressed her lips to his. Once, twice, three times they
softly kissed before Nick opened his mouth enough to run the tip of his
tongue along her lips, gently parting them. With almost slow-motion
movements the two drew closer together until they were locked together in a
gentle and passionate embrace.
As their tongues gently played, Claire's hand found the opening to Nick's
shirt and worked its way under the fabric. The few hairs that adorned his
chest became the target of her teasing fingers as she gently rubbed the
flesh, working her way towards his nipples. Echoing her actions, Nick
brought his hand to her chest, and gently rubbed her through the fabric of
the shirt she had stolen from his wardrobe. Even through this he could feel
her right nipple as a raised nub against the lace of her bra. Echoing each
others moves, Claire started to unbutton Nick's shirt as he did the same to
the soft silk that covered her body.
Still wrapped in the tenderness of their kissing, Claire undid the last
button while Nick was still only just below her chest. Her position was
hindering his progress nearly as much as the confusion caused by her shirt
opening the wrong way round. It happened every time she stole his clothes,
and she knew it. Before now he'd given in, and torn the button off a shirt
to speed things along.
Claire broke the kiss, and leant down to kiss his shoulders and chest. She
gently worked over to his breast, and gently sucked on his nipple in the way
that she hoped he would do to her before they went to sleep. His nipple rose
to her touch, tender and excited. Although it couldn't cause the pleasure to
Nick that it would to her, Nick gasped and fumbled the last button again.
As he finally broke it's hold on her, the smooth silk slid down her arms and
back to reveal her body. Her normally milky white flesh had been tanned by
the sun she'd obviously exposed her body to. But would there be white bits?
Pushing Claire away from his body, he slid the shirt completely off her
body, and gazed at her chest. Her DD chest looked even larger contrasted
against the snow white of her bra, but it held another charm - through the
lace it was obvious this tan was all over her chest. Unclasping the three
clips against her spine, the bra started to fall away, letting her return to
her normal shape. Despite the obvious weight, her chest stayed suspended
under it's own strength. Gently sliding the straps down her side, Nick
watched as they bobbed slightly before bending down to return the favour.
Taking her large breasts in his hands he started gently licking and sucking
the browned tit-flesh, teasing her nipples. Almost instantly they sprung up
to his touch.
Claire moaned as Nick suckled from her, sucking her teats into his mouth,
and teasing them with his tongue and teeth, gently nipping them, or pressing
them back into her breasts with his tongue. Her crotch was already tingling
with the thought of getting him inside her.
Nick broke the touch, and pushed Claire onto her back with a gentle force
that was somehow impossible to resist. As she sank into the soft depth of
the carpet beneath her, Nick returned to kissing her body. He gently worked
up her body, covering the naked flesh with delicate kisses, barely touching
her skin. Claire shivered as the light touch reached her neck, kissing up
across her larynx, to her chin, and across the underside of her jaw to
gently kiss her ear. Every part of her brain knew that these touches were on
her neck and upper torso, but every nerve told her that it was her crotch
that was being caressed. As if reading these thoughts, Nick placed his hand
on the crotch of her jeans, and gently rubbed the mound that hid below.
As Nick's mouth reached hers, Claire gently tweaked her lovers nipple,
forcing his mouth open in a gasp. Instantly her tongue was probing for his,
gently running across the top edge of his teeth, and back along the seal of
their mouths.
With a slowness that seemed painful, Nick started working at the buttons
that ran up the fly of Claire's jeans, taking delight in the knowledge that
while it seemed slow to him, Claire was suffering as much from the feel of
his touch.
As soon as they were unbuttoned, Nick pulled the denim down Claire's legs
and dropped them in a heap beside them. All that was left was a small pair
of simple white knickers, hugging her hips and the mound of her sex. Laying
back down beside this wonderful girl, Nick returned to kissing her. With
their tongues probing each other again, Nick could feel every move of his
fingers as changes in her breathing. Each muffled gasp signified a touch of
his fingers over her opening as they rubbed up and down across the wet
fabric. For the second time in 8 hours Claire felt those large fingers creep
under the elastic, and flinched as his surprisingly smooth fingers tickled
her normally protected flesh.
No matter how many times they did this, the next bit was always a farce, and
this was no exception. Without breaking the kiss, Nick tried to move
Claire's panties down her legs. By the time they were finally off (rolled up
on themselves) both Nick and Claire had collapsed in giggles, wrapped in
each others arms.
The sexual pressure momentarily relieved, they bathed in the tender heat of
the subsiding flames. In the flickering glow Claire's skin had an addictive
nature, the flames accentuating the curve of her breasts and legs.
Leaning forward, Claire pressed her lips against his, and started the
exploration again. Nick's exploring fingers soon found their way back down
to her crotch, and started teasing around her sex while avoiding the soft
folds themselves. Briefly running his finger across the engorged lips he
realised how turned on she was. It had been a joke on the coach, but now
this was serious. For the first time in more than a month he could bring her
to orgasm after orgasm, forcing her from peak to peak before entering her
with his already straining cock. Moisture was pearling on her skin, and a
small trail of come was starting it's journey from her lips to her ass hole.
Breaking the kiss, Nick started to work his way back across her cheek to her
ear, nibbling the lobe gently before working down Claire's neck. She
shuddered as she realised what was coming, and made a feeble attempt to
unfasten Nick's jeans before they were out of her reach. Ignoring her move,
Nick gently kissed down her body, licking and gently biting Claire's
shoulders and chest. By the time he reached her waist the scent of Claire's
arousal was clear in the air, not helped by the motion of his fingers back
and forth across the folds that hid the entrance to her vagina.
Shifting position, Nick settled down between the legs of the only woman in
his life. From here the scent was overpowering, driving harder towards a
task that he would happily have performed all day. Claire squirmed as he
covered her crotch and thighs with light kisses, finishing with one directly
centred over her clitoris. The first taste of her come was joined by Claire
jumping under his touch. Forcing her lips apart with the same gentle force
that he had applied to her mouth, Nick slid his tongue into the wet folds
and licked down towards her cuntal opening. Here her juices were thick but
free flowing, and Nick drank down as much as he could before moving back up
towards her clit. The harsh panting meant that she was nearly at orgasm, so
Nick applied the final blow - literally. Gently licking and sucking at the
tender bud of her clit, Nick covered it with a mixture of saliva and come.
Suddenly breaking contact, Nick moved away from the tender flesh, looked up
at Claire's face.
"You... you bastard... lick me! Make me come... I... I wanna come!
ARggHhHhhhhHHHH!"
Nick had gently blown on the wet flesh, instantly chilling it, before
warming her up with his tongue. As her orgasm hit, Nick backed off, and
started brushing her lips and clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing, but
forcing the orgasm on more than brute force could ever do. Over and over,
brushing the nub of sensitive clit and then back down to scoop the girlcome
from her cunt with his tongue, Nick forced Claire through the first orgasm,
and then through to the next level.
Like some many times before, Claire grabbed Nick's head after the first 15
minutes, and held him away from her sex.
"What's wrong darling? Something wrong? I though you enjoyed that?"
In the light there was no way that Claire could see his face, but the voice
was dripping with lust and amusement.
"That was... Fuck... I just can't..."
Nick smiled, and moved back up to her side. Just the briefest touch to her
exposed pussy was enough to make her flinch, but Nick refrained, taking the
dazed figure in his arms, and hugging her back through from exhaustion.
****
More to follow?
Little Devil
Why be nice? Naughty is so much more fun!
little_devil@angelfire.com
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