C G loft.

[cgraven]

Her sweet roes bud nipple peeked almost at first touch the little gasp of pleasure music to my ears.. My other hand began to trace idle little patterns on Sliver’s inner thigh. Those soft teasing patterns creeping slowly higher as she spoke. My fingers just brushed the girl’s sweet moist labia.

“I am sure I have no need to tell a bold young Miss how to please a man with her ripe moist lips.”

The tip of my fingered graze your clitoris.

 

[Silver_Identity]

She moaned softly, her body writhing softly as his fingertip made contact with her hooded clit, and her hands clutched on his hips to steady herself. Soon, her fingers hooked at the waistband of his underwear and she leaned forward to tease his lips with her own, brushing her soft kissable lips upon his as her hands tugged the fabric confinement to release his erection. Her eyes were steady upon his, her lips tempting him to lean forward and to take her lips fiercely; her hand moving downwards and to tease him even more with her smooth fingers stroking up and down along his length.

 

[cgraven]

My lips close over yours the kiss savage demanding. I let it linger deepen until you can hardly draw a breath.

My eyes smile down in to yours.

“For such a bold girl, why let your hands do what you mouth can do so much better.”

 

[Silver_Identity]

An easy smile formed upon her lips and she chuckled softly, "You have a good point, Mister CG." She kissed his lips one last time before pressing her body onto his firmly and slowly, she slided her body along his but her eyes continued to stare into his. Soon, she was upon her knees as she knelt in front of him and her gaze shifted to his groin and she chuckled softly before parting her lips slowly. The tip of her tongue peeked out and she started to swirl the wet tip of the appendage around the thick head of his member.

 

[Annicka]

Anna here.

Hope your trip went well.

 

[cgraven]

C G‘s Loft.
High up in the Inn above the guest and residents room lies the loft nestled under the eves of the roof. Strong oaken beams slant from the ridge to the floor.

There is a hammock slung by the round eve window that looks out over the Bay and Faiths lighthouse. A seaman’s bunk against one wall, a writing table of oak that was once down by the hearth. The pictures and small treasure of a life at sea, memories of all the places and people that have crossed his life. The desk holds but two pictures in an antique silver frame, on one side his Chris and on the other the ski area of Mt St-Anne.

All in all it is a simple room. Clean and shipshape in “Bristol Fashion”.

 

[WinterFrost]

*Walks in, hands innocently held behind back as she observes the room*

Nice place you have here.

 

[cgraven]

Why thank you Winter. SO shall we investigate some naughty Ideas?

I hold a silken scarf in my hands and give Winter a devilish little smile.

Have you ever been blindfolded Dear?

 

[WinterFrost]

Not that I can remember. But it does sound interesting...

 

[cgraven]

I fasten the silken blindfold over Winter’s eyes and she enters a dark world where only her sense of touch , smell and hearing remain..

I think I shall see what you have been hiding under your clothing my dear.

the stray hairs at the nape of her neck dance in my hot moist breath as whisper to her. Then silently I fade back leaving Winter in her silent world, leaving her to anticipate what would come next.

 

[WinterFrost]

*Shivers a bit from the sudden loss of sight and feeling your breath on my neck. *

Ah...well then, go ahead.

 

[cgraven]

A little nibble at her earlobe then I slip away leaving Winter in the silken darkness. A scarp of a chair from the right, then the squeak of a door to the left and then silence. Time slips by is it a minute or fifteen time has no meaning in the darkness. My hands cup her breasts, I draw Winter back to me my body pressed to hers as I roll her nipples under the pads of my thumbs through the thin material of her blouse I inhale deeply savoring the fragrance of her hair.

Enjoying dear?

the question a sensually whisper. My lips brush the nape of her neck.

 

[WinterFrost]

*Nods and sighs, the feeling of being deprived of one of my senses whilst also feeling all the different sensations rushing through my body from c.g's actions making for an interesting combination*

Yes...yes I am.

 

[cgraven]

I smile at Winter’s softly whispered admission. The fingers of my right hand toy with the top button of her blouse slowly it gives way. A single finger trails from the loosed button gliding down across her silken skin until it reaches the second. The second button surrenders and then the third. I slip my left had into her blouse . The fingers of my left hand roll and squeeze the young beauty’s taunt nipple..


Do you really like this blouse and skirt Chere or shall you sacrifice them for a darker pleasure?

My voice a darkly rich whispered temptation.

 

[WinterFrost]

*Nods and smiles*

You can go ahead and take em' off, if you want.

 

[cgraven]

I smile at Winter’s soft sensual whisper my fingers grab her blouse and the sharp sound of fabric ripping caresses her ears. Alone in the darkness she feels the cool air of the evening washing over her skin as the tattered remains of her blouse flutter to the floor.

My hands flow down the sensual curve of her torso. The tip of my tongue reams out her naval, the button of Winter’s skirt gives way the soft seductive whisper of its zipper whispers to her.

 

[WinterFrost]

*Steps out of the skirt as it pools around her legs and kicks it off into the corner, sighing softly as your tongue massages her belly button, reaches her hands down to run her fingers through your hair approvingly*

 

[cgraven]

I smile as Winter’s fingers curl into my hair my tongue teasing her naval. My thumbs hook into the waistband of her panties and with one quick pull the delicate fabric rips cool air caresses her naked body and my lips float down across her quivering belly , my hot moist breath washes over her down fleece and my tongue darts out to sensually lick Winter’s sweet pink folds. As my fingers grip her firm ass and draw her sweet pussy to my mouth.

 

[cgraven]

C G‘s Loft.
High up in the Inn above the guest and residents room lies the loft nestled under the eves of the roof. Strong oaken beams slant from the ridge to the floor.

There is a hammock slung by the round eve window that looks out over the Bay and Faiths lighthouse. A seaman’s bunk against one wall, a writing table of oak that was once down by the hearth. The pictures and small treasure of a life at sea, memories of all the places and people that have crossed his life. The desk holds but two pictures in an antique silver frame, on one side vieux Quebec and on the other the ski area of Mt St-Anne.

All in all it is a simple room. Clean and shipshape in “Bristol Fashion”.

 

[cgraven]

Setting at my desk my fingers tented in front of my face I wait for Winter to arrive.

 

[WinterFrost]

*Walks in, looking around slowly*

Ah...just how I remember it.

 

[cgraven]

Evening Winter my but don’t you look attractive.

My eyes boldly rove over her supple young body, the cute little white floral blouse that accentuates the firm curve of her breast. The short skirt that draws ones eyes to her long sculptured legs and the leather boots that hug the sensual curve of her calves.

So my dear the idea of chains encircling tour dainty wrist and trim ankles excites you?

My voice a soft sensual whisper.

 

[WinterFrost]

*Folds her arms innocently behind her back and nods*

I must admit, they do.

 

[cgraven]

They do, do they Miss Frost?

A roughish smile. My hands still tented before my face I slowly straighten in the chair as my eyes find and hold Winter’s captive my fingers uncurl and Silver chain mesh choler dangles from them.

And this too Miss?

 

[WinterFrost]

*Eyes sparkle with excitement - and a bit of awe, at the site of the shiny chain collar. I nod*

Yes...that too.