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Through the Eyes of Love (MF, rom)
Copyright, 1996. By Allan Price.
Comments to Allan.Price@library.anu.edu.au
Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and
explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you
are a minor or offended by sexual material, do not continue
reading.
He opened the door and saw a room in disarray. The walls were half
painted, the unpainted areas spotted with patches of pale grey
filler. The old sheets, covering the two pieces of furniture, were
paint splattered. The bare wood floor was also splattered with
yellow paint.
A young woman with a paintbrush stood in the middle of the mess,
facing away from him. She was wearing an old paint stained shirt
and dusty torn jeans. Both her hair and face were sweaty, dusty and
paint smeared. His heart leapt in his chest, simply at the sight of
her. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. A goddess of
beauty descended to earth. She was even more beautiful than when he
left that morning. "You're gorgeous! A work of art come to life!"
The woman turned and smiled. "Oh, I am not!" Her smile lit up the
bare room. He simply nodded, and walked toward her. She shook her
head, and playfully backed away. Wiped her dirty hand on her cheek,
smeared it with paint. In a moment her back was against an
unpainted piece of wall.
The young man placed a hand on her chest, caressing her breast
through her shirt. The same movement gently pinned her to the wall.
His other hand pushed a lock of her sweaty hair back behind her
ear. Taking her chin in that hand, he kissed her passionately. His
kiss told her he would give his life to spent one single night in
her arms.
"You know what I like most about this shirt?" He stroked the worn
stained fabric with both his hands, stroked her breasts and ribs
through the cloth. She went to say she had no idea. Looking into
his eyes, she read his mind. "Yes! Yes, I do." She smiled joyfully.
"It is dispensable."
She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. He took a good grip
on the front of her shirt, and tore it open. Cloth ripped and
buttons rattled across the floor. "What exquisite breasts you
have." He released her shirt, and ran his fingertips across her
ribs, then along the curve of her breasts to her nipples.
"I do not." She quickly shrugged off her torn shirt, looking down
at her bare chest. "They're small and flabby." Bare to the waist,
she placed her hands behind her head. Meeting his eyes, she smiled
wickedly. "Certainly they don't deserve to be kissed.". Quickly, he
kissed each breast, then each nipple. They were small and hard
against his lips. Licking her nipple, he sucked it into his mouth.
After sucking and licking one breast, he spent even longer
caressing the other with his mouth.
He pulled her arms down, and pressed her hands to his nipples.
"Take over here. I'm going further down." Laughing, she toyed with
her breasts, while he kissed his way to her jeans. Squatting, he
undid the press-stud with his teeth. She laughed, and applauded.
Her lover stood, bowed, and knelt before her. He had more
difficulty unzipping her jeans with his teeth, but managed it. Her
shirt fell to the ground. She was not wearing panties. He kissed
her maidenhead. Sweaty from her work, her smell and taste were both
strong. "Ambrosia!" He shushed her before she could disagree.
Pulling the jeans down, he helped her step out of them.
Tossing away her last piece of clothing, he concentrated on the joy
of pleasuring this goddess made flesh. With his tongue, he slid
along the lips which tried to hide her now glistening clit. She
spread her legs and reached up the bare wall, as the tension built
inside her. He gently spread her lips. Only his tongue or cock
ventured into her secret places. Her lover knew she didn't like his
finger inside her.
Gently, he pushed his wet tongue between her sweetened inner lips.
He heard sounds and was surprised when he realized they are coming
from her. She didn't normally make noise, but today she couldn't
control them. Neither could she control her hips as they buck and
twist below his lips.
He realized she must have been thinking about him. She gasped and
fell silent. As if reading his mind, she muttered "I was imagining
your return, an hour ago. That's why I took off my bra and
panties." He licked and sucked at her, like a hungry child. Soon
she squealed with pleasure, and her honey filled his mouth. He
lapped it greedily.
When she recovered, the naked woman wrapped her discarded shirt
around his head. Once he was blindfolded, she began removing his
clothing. Slowly, stroking and kissing each piece of flesh she
bared. Unexpectedly, she removed his pants and underwear before his
shirt and tie. She planned to stroke his cock, then slowly remove
his shirt, to leave his erect penis swaying in the breeze.
"Oh, yes! Suck it, goddess of lust." At his heart-felt cry, she
abandoned her plan. She thought his body was as beautiful as he
thought hers. Considered his cock perfect, as he did her breasts.
The woman kissed the head, and quickly sucked his entire length
into her mouth.
The End
If you enjoyed this story, let me know. I like feedback.
Allan Price
Allan.Price@library.anu.edu.au
or 38 Waramanga Place
Waramanga Act 2611
Australia