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"Morning Delight"
- A romantic story by "LM l" (filename: LISA-MD.TXT)
Story Written on ..... 02/12/1998
Story Revised on ..... 02/15/1998
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Ahh, Sunday morning. It was a cool and glorious morning
throughout all of Southern California. Since I moved here
from New Jersey more than five years ago, February has
become my favorite month - when it comes to the weather.
Besides a couple of rainstorms - which really do not bother
me - the weather here is perfect this time of year. Not too
hot, not too cold; just... perfect.
As I lay in bed, the alarm clock next to me read 9:50am.
February may be my favorite month, but Sunday is my favorite
day of the week. A day off from work! Sunday is always a
time to relax and have fun - at least in my mind.
Looking to my right, I noticed bright rays of sunshine
were sneaking between the window blinds. There wasn't a
cloud in the sky; it was completely blue. I could hear the
birds chirping outside. Yes. It was a glorious morning.
A smile appeared on my face as I remembered the previous
evening with my fiancee. Very good - and erotic - memories
swirled throughout my head. Lisa and I had made sweet love
for at least two hours before finally falling asleep.
Sometimes, I have to wonder to myself if Lisa will ever
wear me out - sexually speaking. But on the other hand, I
hope she TRIES to wear me out. Of course, that would mean
MORE sex for me. I have no objections to that. ;>
As I continued to lounge in bed, I wondered where Lisa
was. She was not in bed with me; but her "spot" next to me
was quite warm. Ahhh, I told myself. My fiancee must have
just gotten out of bed a few minutes before I woke up. She
was probably in the kitchen, fixing something to eat for a
late breakfast or early lunch.
Curious, I slid out of bed and threw on a pair of black
trousers, followed by a black shirt. After running a brush
through my hair, I walked out of the bedroom - barefoot - in
search of my precious fiancee.
As I had previously thought, Lisa was in the kitchen.
Standing at the counter, she was busy slicing some tomatoes
for one of her "special" salads. Wearing just an oversized
night-shirt and a pair of socks, Lisa's head darted around
for a quick second when she heard me enter the kitchen.
Her eyes back on the slicing job in front of her, Lisa
let out a tiny giggle as I slid up behind her. Then, I
hooked one arm around her waist, and gently pulled her body
close to mine. I love any type of contact with her.
"Hello Jeremy," Lisa snickered. I could tell that she
was in a good mood. So was I. That was perfect, too.
"Hello yourself, Lisa." I slid my other arm around her
waist as well. "And just how is my little sweetheart doing
on this glorious morning?"
"Fine," she giggled. Then, Lisa pressed herself against
me a bit harder. Perhaps she was still feeling a bit frisky
from our evening of heated passion?
I already knew the answer to that question.
Unable to resist the temptation, I moved my right hand up
to her chin, then turned her face toward mine. Lisa sighed
contently as I pressed my mouth against hers, offering her a
sweet kiss. Meanwhile, my left hand rubbed and caressed the
side of her hip. "Last night was wonderful," I whispered in
her ear, after the kiss was broken.
Lisa moaned gently while gyrating her bottom in a very
suggestive manner against my pelvis. Without a doubt, she
was still feeling frisky. "I agree," was her soft response.
"I agree, 100%," she added, before finding my lips with her
own and kissing me again.
The deep, tongue-to-tongue kiss heated my senses up in a
QUICK hurry. Wrapping both arms around her stomach, I
pulled Lisa hard against me and gasped, "I want you. I
want you again. Right now!"
Lisa dropped the knife she was using for the tomatoes,
then turned around and embraced me. My lips found hers,
then we shared our deepest kiss of the morning thus far.
Holding her tightly, I relished the feel of Lisa's full
breasts pressing hard against my chest. Our mouths still
locked together in a hot exchange, I managed to guide her
out of the kitchen - and into the adjacent living room.
After walking Lisa over to the sofa, I reached down and got
rid of its two end pillows. Our mouths still attached as
one, I pulled Lisa down into a seated position on the sofa
with me. This was what I wanted.
My 20-year-old fiancee moaned with erotic delight as I
tilted my head and kissed her even deeper. My tongue drove
into the far reaches of her mouth, tasting and sampling its
sweet recesses. Lisa, as usual, responded in kind by
meeting the intensity of my advances with her very own.
For about a minute longer, both of us continued to share one
of our deepest and most soul-touching kisses ever.
"I love you," was my whisper, once the kiss was broken.
Our foreheads touching, I aligned my brown eyes directly
with Lisa's, then stared at her for several seconds. In
return, she did the same to me.
"I love you, too," was her eventual reply.
A little smile came to my face as I brought a finger up
to her mouth. Lisa puckered her lips together, then grinned
herself as I gently traced the outline of her mouth with a
fingertip. Her lips were wet from our heated kiss.
"What am I gonna to do?" I smiled at her. "I just can't
keep my hands off of you. You're my addiction. What in the
world will I EVER do, Miss Lisa? What?"
Knowing that I was teasing her, Lisa snickered and said,
"What are you gonna to do? Give in to your temptations!"
My finger still touching her mouth, I chuckled at her
response. "Give in to my temptations? Oh... you would like
that. Wouldn't you, Miss Lisa? You would like that a LOT."
She grinned and shyly replied, "I would LOVE it."
"So would I," I smiled, before pressing my lips to hers
and offering yet another deep-rooted kiss.
In the process, I moved both hands to her bottom and
cupped it firmly through the oversized night-shirt she wore.
But seconds later, I felt Lisa pry my right hand away from
her bottom. Still kissing me, she brought that hand up to
her left breast and held it there.
Knowing what my fiancee wanted, I squeezed the side of
her breast and offered it several quick pumps as our kiss
continued. My left hand started to squeeze and pinch her
bottom in unison with my right, which worked on her breast.
Soon, Lisa was squirming against me. She liked this. In
fact, Lisa liked this - ALMOST as much as I did.
With both hands, I eventually reached down and pulled
the oversized night-shirt she wore up past her waistline.
Our mouths still locked together, my fingers sought and
found the fabric of a tiny white g-string. I hooked part
of it with my right index finger, and pulled outward.
Lisa moaned and sighed in pure delight as I broke the
kiss and attacked her neck with my lips. I offered the
delicate flesh of her neck angel kiss after angel kiss;
giving it gentle licks and swipes with with my tongue in
the process. Lisa LOVES it when I pay homage to her neck.
It is a REAL sensitive area of her body.
While palming her breasts with both hands, I could tell
that Lisa was not wearing a bra underneath her night-shirt.
Thus, I deftly squeezed and pinched her nipples through the
fabric - which elicited a series of squeals from her.
Meanwhile, Lisa's hands were running wild upon my back.
Sensations and tingles of pleasure echoed throughout me as
her long fingernails tickled my shoulder blades and back.
Slowly, I detracted from her neck and moved my lips down
to her left breast. I gave it a simple kiss through the
night-shirt, then rubbed and tickled my nose over and across
its nipple. Lisa giggled in response - she liked this.
My hands started to resume their pumping action upon her
breasts once my mouth went lower. I kissed her stomach
through the cotton fabric, then rubbed the side of my face
against that area. Lisa reached down with both of her hands
and lovingly cradled my head as I continued my descent.
With the oversized night-shirt bunched up around her
waist, I finally reached the end of it. Now able to kiss
some skin again, I pressed my lips against her waistline
and flicked my tongue over and across it in rapid-fire
succession. I still wanted to go lower, though.
I pushed the night-shirt even higher - up to her midriff
in fact - then gently tugged away at her G-string. Lisa
squirmed in delight, then scooted forward on the sofa, only
to lay down upon her back. She knew what I wanted.
Her feet upon the sofa, Lisa placed her knees high in the
air and parted them wide as I slipped her G-string down and
off. Ahh, I said to myself. Nestled between her succulent
thighs was the treat I had been waiting for. Pink and
pretty, her womanly slit looked most delicious to me.
Almost every time Lisa and I make love together, she will
perform oral sex on me. Lisa LOVES giving me a complete and
thorough blowjob. However, I only perform oral sex on her
every now and then. Lisa never really asks for it - even
though I can tell that she enjoys it. She will ask me to
do other things to her, though.
The reason I say this is because, during this particular
session, I was intent on providing her with some hot oral
pleasure. This was going to be one of those rare occasions
when Lisa did not wrap her pouty lips around my erection,
and give it the royal treatment - as ONLY she can.
Holding a finger to her damp nether lips, I flicked it
across the area of delicate skin. Lisa squirmed beneath me,
in pure arousal. I liked that. I was making her feel good.
REAL good, in fact.
Now, I wanted to tease her a little bit. She has teased
me a COUNTLESS number of times in the past. "What do you
want me to do, sweetheart?" I whispered, still tickling her
sweet spot with my fingertip.
"Oh Jeremy..." she moaned, still squirming, "you know..."
"No, I don't know..." I teased her. "Come on, tell me
what you want me to do..."
Lisa let out a sharp gasp and returned, "Oh, Jeremy... I
want you to... want you to... eat me."
I inserted a finger into her damp slit and began to
gently thrust it in-and-out. "Eat you?" I was still
teasing her. Hey... this was fun. "Eat you where?"
Lisa smacked her right hand upon the edge of the sofa.
She didn't want to say it. It's a `bad word', in her book.
"Eat me... down there..."
"Where, down there?" I whispered. "Say it."
"OHHHH..." She let out a loud shreik as I inserted a
second finger into the mix. Now, two fingers were busy
pumping themseleves in-and-out of her. "OHHHH... eat me...
eat my... pussy..." I had broken her defense. It really
wasn't that difficult. Lisa says a lot of things during
passion which usually do not come out of her mouth.
"Ahhhh..." I grinned. "That's what you want me to eat.
I see, I see..."
Still pumping two fingers into her silken opening, I
extended my tongue and gave the area a full, sweeping lick.
In response, Lisa cried out and arched her back high into
the air. I found her right hand with my left, up beside her
waist, and gripped it. Lisa squeezed my hand in return...
when I perform oral sex, she likes it when I hold her hand.
Soon, both of my fingers were joined by my tongue within
her silken crevice. Still thrusting the fingers into her, I
burrowed my tongue deep inside - tasting and sampling her.
It was intoxicating - to say the least. Deeper and deeper
my tongue burrowed - and deeper and deeper Lisa's moans and
cries of passion became.
Feasting upon her womanly delights, I felt Lisa squeeze
my hand even tighter. She squirmed and writhed in lust
beneath me, while moans and sharp gasps continued pouring
out from within deep within her throat.
As my tongue began to work in rapid-fire succession upon
her gooey slit, I realized that Lisa was extremely close to
an orgasm. Wanting to bring her that pleasure, I flicked
and raked my tongue even faster within her.
"You like this, don't you?" I mumbled against her slit.
"OH YES..." Lisa groaned in response. "YES, I DOOOOO..."
My tongue shifted into yet another higher gear, and this
time I was determined to make her explode in climax. Not
surprisingly, I was successful in my attempt. Lisa arched
her neck and back high into the air, then wailed in pure and
utter lust as she experienced a ferocious orgasm.
In the aftermath of her explosive climax, Lisa's body
shook and shimmered beneath me in a passionate glow. I
eventually withdrew my head from the silken joining of
Lisa's thighs, only to move upward and cup her lovely face
with my hands. Her expression was golden; full of bliss.
Knowing I made her feel that way, I was very happy.
While tugging at several strands of her long blonde hair,
I gently moved down and pecked her cheek with a kiss. "I
love you, Lisa," were my soft words.
In response, my fiancee encircled my body with her arms,
then pulled me down to her. "I love you too, Jeremy," she
said, as we settled into a mutual embrace upon the sofa.
Yes, indeed... it was a glorious morning.
[The End]
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