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Archive name: together.txt (MF, 1st, rom)
Authors name: Rick LaVallee (rlavallee323@msn.com)
Story title : Together at Last

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Together at Last
By Rick LaVallee (rlavallee323@msn.com)

***

A woman decides to share her body with her boyfriend at 
last. (MF, 1st, rom)

***

After a perfect evening of dinner and dancing, of 
thoughtfulness and playfulness, of coy demurrals and 
deep, meaningful glances, we reach the top of your 
steps and you place your key in the lock, turning to me 
with a smile, all your doubts and cares swept away, 
leaving only your desire, your decision irrevocably 
made.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening. Good night," I say 
as I reach for you to kiss you goodbye. I can sense 
your heat, but have no wish to hurry you into an 
intimacy that I know will change both our lives 
forever. Breaking the kiss I turn to descend the steps, 
but you take me by the hand, replying in a deep, 
throaty voice, "Yes, a very good night," and you turn 
the key in the lock, leading me across the threshold 
and into your home, at the same time crossing a 
threshold of a more sensual kind, your mind acquiescing 
to your bodies need.

You close the door behind us, maintaining your light 
grip on my hand, and lead me through your foyer and 
across your living room, approaching the staircase 
leading to the bedrooms. With me in tow, you slowly 
climb the stairs until, upon reaching the top, you lead 
me to a door on the right side of the banister and open 
it, gently pulling me inside and shutting the door 
behind us. 

You stand with your back against the door, your heart 
pounding, your mind still adjusting to your bravery. I 
watch as your breasts rise and fall with each breath, 
perspiration beginning to bead on your forehead, a drop 
falling into your cleavage and slowly trickling under 
the edge of your blouse, giving rise to a faint blemish 
in the delicate fabric. Your courage regained, you 
straighten up and reach for the top button of my shirt. 

I watch your hands tremble as you slowly unbutton each 
button until you reach the top of my trousers, then you 
tug the shirttail out and reach to unsnap those also. 
You pause to allow me to kick off my loafers, then 
lower my pants to the floor for me to step out of. 

You kneel to pull down my underwear, but it is here 
that I take command, grasping you gently but firmly by 
the shoulders and raising you back to your feet. You 
start to mouth protest, but I place my index finger 
across your swollen lips, the silence remaining 
unbroken. Tonight is to be for your pleasure.

 I gently cup your face with both my hands, and kiss 
you deeply but undemanding, exploring your soul as well 
as your mouth. I run my tongue across your teeth, 
searching, learning, exploring. Breaking away softly, I 
look deeply into your eyes as I slowly unsnap your 
blouse, my fingers working their way down to your 
skirt, whereupon I pull the blouse off entirely, the 
sleeves sliding down your arms to reveal your white 
lace brassiere. 

I lean down and softly kiss each creamy breast as your 
chest heaves and your excitement mounts. Pulling away, 
I kneel in front of you, unfasten your skirt and gently 
lower it to the floor, revealing your matching white 
lace panties and garter belt. I lift your right leg by 
calf and ankle, freeing it from your discarded skirt 
and removing your shoe, pausing to kiss the top of your 
foot, then repeat the procedure with your left leg, 
again kissing the top of your hose-encased foot before 
allowing it to resume its place on the floor. 

I then arise to find you standing with a glazed look in 
your eyes, your lips swollen with desire. You reach for 
me, but I deny your impulse, taking your hands and 
returning them to your side, silently controlling the 
pace of our lovemaking. I take a step back, admiring 
your angelic form until I am fully inebriated with the 
glorious sight of you, then I take you in my powerful 
arms, once again kissing you deeply, one hand gently 
stroking your golden hair.

Reaching behind you I unclasp your sheer, lace 
brassiere, allowing the straps to slowly fall around 
your shoulders, revealing their faint imprint in your 
alabaster skin. I gently rub the imprint, abhorring its 
intrusion on such perfection. The merest touch of my 
fingers raises a pink blush to your flesh, which, along 
with the imprint, fades quickly from view when I remove 
my fingers. I then stand back, allowing the bra to slip 
completely off your shoulders, exposing your nipples to 
my gaze. They stand proudly, your areolas puffed and 
swollen with expectation. 

Pulling you to me, I bury my face between the fullness 
of your breasts and softly kiss first the right one and 
then the left, gently flicking my tongue at each 
nipple, causing you to shiver with desire. I look into 
your eyes and see only an unfocused reflection, your 
pupils entirely filling your irises as you stare 
unseeingly into a world of unfulfilled need. They focus 
for a moment, gazing directly into my eyes, imploring 
me for release, but I know the tantalization you are 
experiencing will only heighten your eventual pleasure. 

I slowly work my way down your torso, gently kissing 
your smooth belly. When I reach your navel I swirl my 
tongue in its recesses, causing your stomach muscles to 
jerk uncontrollably from the unbearable delight. As my 
mouth continues its journey down your body, my tongue 
flicks out again and again between kisses, eliciting 
soft moans from deep within your body. My every touch 
is causing you to tremble and shake. 

When I reach your garter belt I pause, reaching down to 
lightly unclip your hose and roll them down your legs, 
first the right one and then the left, pausing once 
more to kiss the top of each foot. I reach up once more 
and grasp your garter belt, pulling it down your body 
and helping you to step out of it. With your sheer 
panties providing your only covering, I sit back on my 
heels and drink in the sight of you, silently offering 
a prayer to the gods for the magnificence they have 
bestowed upon me. I then stand, lifting you in my arms 
as I rise, and gently lay you on the bed.

I am excited by your obvious desire, which is proven by 
the swelling of your lips and nipples and the mild 
tremors that are passing through your body. But I 
subdue my own need to concentrate on intensifying your 
arousal. Grasping one foot I kiss its ankle and slowly 
work my way up your leg, trailing my tongue and 
stopping at your knee. I kiss and gently scrape my 
fingernails over the soft skin covering the back of 
your knee, eliciting a soft moan in the process. I 
switch to your other leg, scraping the flesh behind its 
knee with my teeth, then kiss my way up your thigh 
until I reach your nearly dripping panties. 

I hook my thumbs under the elastic of the moist garment 
and tug it down as you lift your hips to assist me. 
After I roll them down your legs and off your feet, you 
immediately open your thighs, but the moment is not yet 
mature. With a firm but gentle grip on your knees, I 
force you to roll onto your stomach and again slowly 
taste my way up your thighs, kissing and gently biting 
your tender flesh, first one side, then the other, 
making my way from your legs to your buttocks, pausing 
to lick the top of its crease, bringing more tremors 
and involuntary sounds. 

You are almost completely beyond self-control now. 
Perspiration is pouring in rivers from your body as you 
writhe in the exquisite torment you are experiencing. 
Your eyes are closed, but under your eyelids I can see 
them flutter spasmodically in anticipation. Turning you 
onto your back once more, I allow you to open your 
thighs, raising your legs as you do so. I kiss your 
inner thighs, feeling you shudder with delight, your 
body shivering even more vehemently as I scrape my 
fingernails across your tender flesh, and I watch as 
you spasm in a mini-orgasm, your control completely 
abandoned. Tears flow from your eyes as they plead with 
me silently for release. 

Finally I deem the time to be ripe. I make my way to 
your inner sanctum, drinking in the musky aroma. I 
touch your pussy for the first time, your body jerking, 
initially shrinking from the contact but swiftly 
bucking to increase the pressure of my tongue on your 
opening. Careful not to touch your clitoris, which is 
lightly protruding from it's sheath of skin, I 
alternate quick flicks of my tongue with long, abrasive 
laps at the soft folds of your pussy, thirsting for 
your nectar, drink of the gods. 

Journeying south, I run my tongue along your perineum, 
causing you to shiver and bringing goosebumps to your 
quivering flesh. Now confident that I have brought you 
to the pinnacle of expectation, I relent, gently taking 
your clitoris between my teeth and flicking my tongue 
at its tip, causing you to explode into orgasm, your 
body racked by shudders as it achieves its release. 

One orgasm after another rips through your body as I 
continue my merciless assault upon your clitoris, very 
gently nipping at it with my teeth as your body twists 
and turns until, finally, your climax eases its 
violence and your mind comes back to you. 

You open your eyes and look at me with complete 
satisfaction, but we're not nearly through yet. I stand 
to remove my underwear, then, climbing back into bed, I 
kneel between your knees with my throbbing erection in 
one hand, guiding it towards you. I hold it against 
your now drenched opening, rubbing it up and down your 
slit, then holding it against your clitoris, applying 
pressure and readying you for my attack. 

Finally, as you twist in sweet agony once more, I 
thrust my hips forward, easily sliding deep into you, 
parting your warm flesh with my cock and plunging you 
into the depths of orgasm again; then I start fucking 
you with long strokes, your back arching to meet me as 
I force myself deeper and deeper into your body, first 
slowly, then increasing my tempo as you quiver and 
shake, slamming your hips forward to meet mine. 

I feel my climax swiftly approaching, so I slow my 
pace, pulling my cock all the way out and resting it on 
your clitoris once more, allowing my urgency to abate, 
but causing you to open your eyes and buck your hips 
wildly, your body's need demanding more. Having staved 
off my impending orgasm, I drive my hips forward once 
more, drawing a harsh grunt from your battered body as 
I pound into you again and again. All subtlety now 
gone, determined to draw one more orgasm from your 
tired, pulsating body until, unable to bear the rising 
crescendo any longer we explode together in a 
kaleidoscope of light, our bodies crushed against one 
another, attempting to prolong the pleasure. 

Finally I collapse onto the pillow beside you, my body 
exhausted. You lie nearly motionless, your only 
movement an occasional shiver, thoroughly satisfied.

We gradually compose ourselves, whispering sweet 
endearments in each other's ears. As magical as our 
lovemaking was, we are each secure in the knowledge 
that this is but the first of many such nights. I lean 
over and kiss you lightly on the lips before we both 
drift off into the sweet solace of sleep.

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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