Unleashing Becca

[ninian]

"Ohh Ohh goodd ...... YESSS" I writhed on the ground, my hips thrusting up to meet each hard thrust. Our bodies smacked together as the pace moved from slow exploring strokes, to a hard fast pounding.

The walls of my sex spasmed around his cock. I knew I was close to that incredible explosion again, I could feel my body tensing up.

"OOHHHhhh fuckk ..... ggoodddeessssssss"

My nails dug into his arms, my eyes flew open as I felt the spasmic release again lod deep moans spilling from my lips. My eyes flew open, meeting his intense gaze. I was panting ... struggling for a breath, even as he continued stroking in and out of me.

 

[Amadeus]

The moments seemed to stretch into days and finally she spoke

Becca was incredibly tight giving the sensation of even greater heat to her body where it clasped me in such wild abandom. The head of my cock seemed to me to be on fire as it probed deep inside her heavenly slip of a pussy. I could feel every curl of her mound now wet with out juices and matted between our thrusting bodies and the combined scent of her pussy and her exotic perfume was now pungent in my nostrils, raising even higher the excitement I felt. Again and again, I thust into her rocking, matching eagerness.

Sensing her orgasm as it throbbed through her body, I paused a moment, pressing deeply into her, the root of my cock against her tight entry, and watched as the spasm roared through her, paused and listened to her moan of pleasure. It doubled my own pleasure, seeing and hearing her exultation.

"OOHHHhhh fuckk ..... ggoodddeessssssss" she moaned, and my body seemed to try strive to get more inside her tightness. Her pussy relaxed slightly with her moan and I raised her legs up over my shoulders. There under the golden light cast by the park lamps, I began my delicious final thrusts toward the most total and complete orgasm of my life.

All the millions of nerve endings in my cock were aflame, my forehead was now moist with perspiration of the delightful exertion. The nectar of Becca's pussy made my ballls feel slick and smooth against the soft cheeks of her bottom. My breath was tense and panting as my pelvis met the smooth velvet of her pussy lips at the bottom of each deep thrust now coming in rapid rythmic pleasure from the root of my being.

I felt the pressure building as my balls tensed between us. My muscles were tight with excitement leveraging into her. In and out, in and out, rapidly now, my cock was racing, my pulse pounding. The hot cream now seemed to race through the length of my cock. ......... and at last, spurted deep into the waiting, clasping pussy, now happily wanting all the pleasure I coulc give.

I felt Becca struggle to open her legs wider as the last of my sperm filled her. Slowly, with our eyes now drinking from each other, I lowered her legs from my shoulders and, without coming out of her lovely tunnel, lay atop her and pressed her legs together under me.

Becca was still clamped around my cock as our lingering kisses began in sort of an afterglow of warmth. My lips found the base of her throat, sensing the light perspiration of her exertions. I inhaled deeply the scent of her hair, felt it's softness against my face. My kisses trailed a sinuous path up to her ear, nibbling her earlobe as Becca nuzzled a response to my moan of pleasure soft in her ear.

"Ohhhhhhh, ....... darling," I heard my words reverberate between our bodies. Becca's hands rested lightly at my waist, as she comforted me in that womanly way that graces passion truly and completely rewarded.

[Edited by Amadeus on 12-10-2000 at 04:50 AM]

 

[ninian]

"Ohhhhhhh, ....... darling," He said. I smiled, letting my hand rest at his waist, idly caressing.

I could only think of one word .... "wow" I murmerd softly. Sex was so much more than anything I could have ever imagined. I snuggled against Hi chest, smiling up at him as he looked at me. His mouth lowered to mine and our lips met in a soul searing kiss.

 

[Amadeus]

I couldn't take my eyes off Becca as she began straightening her clothes. She was silent now. Soft.

She stared intently at the clasp of her bra as she gathered her lovely breasts into the light blue cups. Slowly she buttoned the blouse, fingering momentarily the empty hole where a missing one would have gone.

I felt awkward watching, but my feelings for her would not let me look away either. She slipped both hands under her skirt and quickly stripped off the tattered remains of her pantyhose and I felt my face flush shlightly. It seemed such a damning gesture, I realized I was feeling guilty. I knew that she wanted to say something tart, but she changed her mind and looked up at me with a wry little smile and held out her hand.

I helped her up and she came quickly into my arms, cheek against my chest, head upturned to kiss my neck. I could feel her body's full length warm and lithe against mine. She looked around for her shoes and I picked them up and knelt before her, holding first one and then the other as she slipped her feet into them, her hands on the top of my head steadying her.

"Not sure I am going to let you get up from that position, I kind of like it." she laughed.

If she had said that earlier in the day, I was sure it would have had an edge to it. But her comment, while still holding a little of the old Becca in it, was softened in the mouth of a brand new Becca.

Still on my knees, I put my arms around her legs and hugged her too me. My cheek was the perfect height to press against the firm softness of her mound under the silky dress.

"Well, ........... maybe that isn't so bad," I acknowledged. Her hand combing through my hair was the perfect crowning touch of our intimacy.

 

[ninian]

I smiled, as my hand brushed through his hair. My earlier akwardness gone, after all .... it was hard to be akward with someone that had his cheek pressed against your pussy. I chuckled softly. "perhaps not so bad, love. But definetly difficult to get through the day!"

 

[Amadeus]

Becca slipped her arm through mine as we walked back along the winding path toward the ice cream stand. Tugging me to the side she slipped the torn stockings into a trash barrel, then slipped something light blue into my jacket pocket. She tucked her lips together in a thin, self-satisfied smile.

"Souvenir?" she murmured. We walked on.

"Ohhh, ........ mmmmm, could we walk a little slower?" I stopped. "NO, it's all right, just a little tender I guess. You beast!" she giggled up at me and I stopped her againn and wrapped her in my arms. Our lips touch very lightly, nibbling each other. I smiled against her lips, and felt her answering smile beneath the nibbling.

"Now what was that I was supposed to tell Mother about the trust registration?" Becca's smile moved to a grin, still pressing against my lips.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, let me think. Thinking is so hard." she nudged me firmly for the double entendre.

"Maybe I should tell her that we made a substantial breakthrough this afternoon? That's the way she talks you know. She should be pleased, don't you think."

 

[ninian]

I laughed. "As pleased as Mother ever is about anything. I think we should lay it straight to the old girl and tell exactly where her matchmaking led us .... " We both fell into laughter then, thinking about that response.

We stopped at the restraunt, standing there in each others arms, not speaking for a long time. I pulled back, lightly touching his cheek I whispered "Thank you"

I slipped my card into his hand, my eyes locked to his, almost willing him to call me some time. I would be ok if he didnt, but I hoped he would.

And then with a last lingering kiss I slipped from his embrace, and made my way back down the street .... reminising on the days events.

 

[Amadeus]

"Bellamy?"

"Yes, speaking." I replied, unsure who was calling.

"Bianca Bradford! Whadd'ya think of my daughter?"

I wondered automatically if this was some sort of trick question, but couldn't find any hints in her curt busness-nazi manner. I took the safe route and assumed she was normal and wanted to hear that her child was pretty darn fine. This was usually true even if the client badmouths them from here to hell and back.

"I found her charming, Bianca. We had a good ........... er conversation ......... I thought."

"Charming? CHARMING?...... Really? ....... Just because you can't get two words out of her?"

"No, no, we had a nice talk." I wasn't sure what she was probing for.

"Well, she didn't think you were a complete idiot either, so I guess you are hired."

I couldn't help laughing. "Well, OK, fine. I'll get started on a plan and begin thinking about what we should do about the trust and the details of your living trust. We should get together again, .......... want to find a date for that?" We settled on an appointment, but she wasn't finished.

"Anything else I can do for you, Bianca?"

"Well, listen, I'm having some people over for dinner tomorrow night, why don't you come along? Won't hurt to get better acquainted. I want you to meet some people who work for me, too. Bianca will be there -- I've invited a date for her -- she will never do that herself - don't know what is wrong with her -- gotta find someone to marry her off to. Bring someone, if you like -- otherwise they'll be talking about us!" For the first time, she laughed uproarishly at her own little joke.

I paused a moment. "No, I think I will just come alone, Bianca, mixing work and pleasure, all that stuff, you know." I nearly bit my tongue off after hearing myself say this.

"OK, suit yourself. Seven O'clock!" she muttered, and I heard the phone click.

I stared out the window and mused about how Becca had looked as she turned away and headed down the street. I recalled with a smile that she had turned back once to see if I was watching her go. And I was. I stared out the window, tapping Becca's card against the desk.

 

[ninian]

I was in a panic. What was I going to do now? I glared at the phone as if it had all the answers. I had just hung up with my mother. A party. And Jeremy would be there. With a date. And my mother had a date for me. I recognized the name. Some rich snobby executive I had met at the country club.

This was just great. All my pleading to not invite the man for me were ignored. She had consented to let me bring myself to the party though. That was a plus. I could act as though I had no idea we were supposed to be there together.

And Jeremy was going to be there. I sat back in my office chair, staring out my window which had a view of the park He and I had spent our day at. A soft dreamy sigh slipped past my lips. Was there a chance for us? Would my mother allow it. And who was He bringing!

I took a deep breath and pushed all these thoughts away as I rose to my feet, grabbing my purse on the way out the door.

I had a knockout dress to buy.

 

[Amadeus]

Slowly turning Becca's card in my fingers and staring out the window, I thought the problem over. To go alone ..... would make for more freedom .... But, Bianca is a client and she did suggest bringing a date. ..... Becca with someone else ........... not a pretty thought. Jealous? Surely not! And yet, .... what an afternoon in the park it had been.

Well, the professional answer has to be to bring a date. "Ellen, ?.........." she was just passing in the hallway. Elllen was really tsll and leggy, blond and attractive. Better to bring an old frient than someone who might get pissed if I spent too much time ogling Becca.

"I'm invited to a dinner tomorrow night with a client. Would you like to come? Should be a nice evening."

"Do I know the client? You haven't invited me any place in a long time, dear James. Pardon my suspicious nature, but what's up?" Her pretty smile could be quite engaging.

"No, no, no problem. Bianca, the wicked witch of the west!?"

"Oh, my god! Have you won her then?" She laughed at the insider joke.

"Well, I am the least bad of the bunch, I believe she said. What do you say?"

"Oh, ...... yes, sure, James, it will be fun to see how your charm works with the great stone face. Are you going to make her smile?"

"Probably not, but it'll be fun. Pick you up about six-thirty?"

I watched as she turned and walked out, tossing her long hair. Her panty line over a very nice round bottom caught and held my eye.

I caught a haircut in the afternoon, wanting to look my best, I thought to myself, with a wry smile.

We were a little late at Bianca's door and a giant wWbell. The door was opened by ...... Becca. I saw her eye brush past me, then take a long look at Ellen. Ellen looked great in a yellow dress, her blonde hair just touching her shoulders and a nice cleavage exposed by a low, but not excessive round neckline. Her bra must be one of those marvels of engineering where the straps somehow support from the side, out of the way and out of sight.

"Hello," she said, rather cooly.

And turning to me, her eyes softened just slightly as she found me admiring her. Her smile betrayed a confidence with it's closed lip approach, head cocked slightly

"And hello, to you, .. Mr Bellamy, isn't it?"

My eyes were devoted to Becca, from head to toe, looking, ......... well just beautiful, the sort of girl you long to see sweeping out of a fifth avenue shop in white gloves and briskly hailing a cab.

"Hello Becca, yes, lovely to see you again." my hand still held hers when Ellen interupted pointedly.

"Ahem."

" OH, sorry, ....... and this is my friend Ellen, Becca."

"Yes, come in won't you? You're late, James, Mother won't like that!" she grinned, nudging my arm.

Ellen delivered a half-smiling sidelong glance with head cocked upward in my direction.

This was going to be a nigh-long battle, I could see that coming.

[Edited by Amadeus on 01-15-2001 at 07:35 PM]

 

[ninian]

She was simply stunning in a rich shade of mulberry.
The short silk halter gown has a sparkling bead collar
necklace. The shimmering silk caressed her lush curves
with each step. Her slender legs were incased in black
thigh highs and on her feet were a pair of strappy
stilettos. She looked over her shoulder to make sure
they were following as she led them to the parlor
where the rest of the guests awaited the call for
dinner. She thought she caught Jeremy looking away
quickly but she wasn’t sure. She turned back with a
frown, again wondering whom the gorgeous lady was. She
hadn't been able to keep the ice out of her voice when
she welcomed the lady and she regretted that, it
wasn’t the lady’s fault her night was ruined. Once
they reached the parlor she turned with a forced
smile.

“Dinner should be announced within the half hour, if
you would like a drink while you wait, Maurice is
mixing drinks over there.” Pointing to the back of the
room there was a young man standing by a small wet
bar. Her mother came forward and pulled the couple
away, introducing them around the room. Becca forced a
smile again and drifted away to mingle with the other
guests.

 

[Amadeus]

There were ten of us for dinner. I had watched Becca's lovely hips swivel us into the parlor and Ellen had grabbed my hand and pressed it against the lovely silken curve of her own firm bottom, reminding me she was still very much there. Becca's skirt was taut across her bottom, outlining her lovely curves, a slight hollow of her cheeks and a tiny hind of a pantyline tucking sweetly over the curves and under a very pretty bottom. Ellen jerked my hand once again, smiling out over the room as if nothintg were happening.

I sipped my scotch and soda, said hello and then stared off over Bianca shoulder to see where Becca had gotten to. The couple we had just met were quite charmed by Ellen, so I had a few minutes to seek out the mulberry shape across the room. My mind roamed, wondering if her underwear matched the mulberry color. "Well, even white would look nice and contrasty with that color." I mused, thinking no one could hear. Ellen snapped my hand back against her thigh and looked at me with a menacing grin.

When Bianca seated us, I found myself directly opposite Mulberry and Ellen was on my right, clucking at my attentive staring gaze at Becca. Becca's date was a good looking guy, but I dismissed him as an empty suit. Becca tried to keep the conversation looking like she was ignoring me. I slipped my foot as far under the table as possible and found her foot. She drew back at first, then slipped back within range. Our feet were just touching. It was as if we were both satisfied, touching, relaxed. comfortable, relieved to find the other still interested.

 

[ninian]

I was trying hard to ignore Jeremy. I hadn't missed the propietory way his date, Helen or something, had grabbed his attention several times tonight. It was hard though when the man you were eith was incredibly boring and interested in only himself.

I shrank back as I felt Jeremys foot against mine, my eyes flashed to his and he only smiled slightly at him. Then with a sof smile of my own, I relaxed and let my foot touch his. I fought the urge to sigh in contentment. I turned back and found it was easier to speak to my date, knowing Jeremy was obviously there with a date he didn't want. I hadn't been replaced.

I grinned and pulled my foot back, slipping the shoe off, I let my foot drift back to Jeremy under the table, sliding nylon clad toes up his the cuff of his pant leg. Nothing much, just a soft lingering caress.

 

[Amadeus]

Perhaps it was cruel. I don't know, but I carried on a conversation with Becca's date, knowing in my heart that someway, somehow, before the evening was over I would find a way to be alone with her. I don't think it mattered, that much, she didn't seem interested in him.

"What do you do?" I looked from Becca to him, pretending interest, and slipped my size 10 1/2 foot between Becca's feet. It made me feel closer to her to actually be between her legs, not just feeling her toe against mine. There was something erotic about it, i suddenly realized, something very intimate. And all unbenownst to the other.

"Oh, I'm a trader. A commodity trader, with James and Bernhard." He launched into further boring detail but I had lost interest. "And you? I gather you are a Finacial Advisor of some sort? What do you think of the new tax regulation on trusts?"

"Oh, I think they haven't hur ............." I paused. Becca had slipped out of her shoe and the soft silken feeling of her nyloned toe was tracing a line up under my pants leg as she smiled at Ellen.

"How long have you known Jeremy, Hellen? A long time?"

"Ellen." she began. "Well we've been together for, what has it been darling, three years?"

I gulped. Ellen was pouring it on a little thick. "Uh, well, ....... not all that ..... long, we work together, actually." Ellen's sharp nails found the rib just above my belt and pretended to be a knife. "Ooof! Yes, about three years, I'd say."

"Oh, it is nice to have friends you can call on for events like this, isn't it?" Becca's smile was like butter.

"Ahhhhh!! I felt her foot slip into my lap. It took a moment to get used to her being agressive, but I loved the feel of her pressing against my now swollen cock. She smiled at me now, then let her tongue slip along her lips.

I tugged the white table cloth out to cover the area and slipped my left hand into my lap to fondle the dainty foot now squirming against my crotch. While Ellen chatted with the "Date", what was his name? My fingers toyed with the delicious feel of nylon over her toes, pressing between them slightly, then tugging the nylon away from her toes and luxutiating in the pleasure of our mutual fondling.

"Hanes?" I said, a mischievous grin bitten back on my lips. Becca frowned, a question on her forehead. "Wasn't that the name of the fellow who introduced us?" I tugged again, feeling the rich quality of her stockings.

"Oh, yes, that's right." she giggled and slipped her foot along my thigh, caressing the length of my cock under my pants.

 

[ninian]

As I slid my foot along the length of his cock, I flashed a deceptively sweet smile at his date.

"Do .. Elaine .... ummmmmmm" I lost concentration a moment as his hips pushed up, god his cock felt wonderful against my toes.

"Ellen" The girl but out again.

I waved an airy hand as if her name meant nothing to me. "Yes of course ....So .... Whats it like working with Jeremy? Is he hard .... to work with?" I asked sweetly?

"Well I wouldn't know" I'll find out and let you know she responded with an equaly sweet smile.

I let the sugar coated daggers alone for now, and turned to my date. Bailey? Hell I couldn't remember. My foot slid down Jeremys leg ... then back up. I gasped as my toes came on contact with an open zipper. I smiled with more enthusiasm then my dates conversation deserved, but he didnt notice.

I slipped my toes into the opening of Jeremys pants, rubbing his very hard, throbbing cock.

Dinner was taking far too long I thought.

Finally dessert was served, a rich creamy chocolate mousse. I smiled, dipping my spoon into the glass dish, I leaned forward letting my gown gape open enough to give a peek at lavendar silk cradding lush breasts. My tongue slipped out to catch the chocolate at the corners of my mouth, and I flashed a hot sexy smile to Jeremy, my foot pressing against His throbbing erection.

 

[Amadeus]

Silken toes toyed with the wet head of my cock, now pointing perfectly straight up under the table. I felt the starched roughness of the table cloth against one side, Becca's arch against the sensitive underside, and her heel pressing my balls. It was exquisite and took all my concentration to hold back my release.

She continued to press, caress, and wrap me in the clinging soft nylon of her teasing foot as dessert was served.

"Oh, chocolate mousse! My favorite! Mother always has this for me!" Her eyes gleamed sexily at me. But it was the breasts I remembered. Remembered the way they had felt that day. The way they swayed when she moved, free of her bra, they had been lovely.

And now as she leaned forward to sniff the chocolate, she unknowingly let me see their invitation once again. I nearly lost it. Her cleavage was like a warm haven, the shadows forming lovely curves against the swelling roundness of her breasts. Her bra was a delicate lavender, pretty against the mulberry color of her dress. Beyond the lace edge,the bra seemed very plain and sheer, her breast filling it tightly. I thought of the sensation of her foot and that her breast must feel similar under the silky nylon of the bra cup.

"Here Mr. Bellamy, yours hasn't come yet, taste me, I mean mine!" she said, giggling at the slip of tongue. Becca extended a large spoonful toward me. She was wetting her lips in anticipation while she fed me the maraschino cherry from the top of her dessert. It was coated in the cream that sat on the rich, heavy dark chocolate mousse as Becca's crisp nipples had graced the round generous mounds of her breasts.

"Oh, OK."

I leaned forward, my eyes still gazing past the spoon and into the scoop of her neckline, down to the band of her bra, deep down the canyon of her soft round breasts, pushed up slightly by her bra, offered up like more than dessert, "Mmmmmmmmmmm, lovely ........ " I murmured, our eyes meeting, rich with intentions.

Becca didn't take the spoon away, but held it in my mouth. "Take it all in, Jeremy, isn't it .... exquisite?"

She had no idea, how exquisite, nor what I was referring to. Or perhaps she did? Her foot pushed my penis from side to side, fondling as much of it as she could touch.

"You should have a look at the rest, you know." I looked quizically into eyes that were overflowing with taunting, teasing deception. "Mother usually gives a grand tour, ... .... of the house, I mean." She tucked one lip over the other, pretending to hide her myrth at my discomfort.

Becca's finger toyed with the neckline of her dress, tugging downward slightly. "You'll love it, Ellen, it's over decorated up to it's ears, but Mother has lots of interesting pieces. Sometimes I think I'm one of her pieces, though." She laughed at her referance to her dominating mother, then looked back in time to catch me looking again at the way the dress cradled the underside of her breasts, almost as if the bra was not there. An lovely curve. A delightful girl. I realized that Becca was on her way to being an elegant woman.

She must have thought my attention lapsed; I sat up straight as her toes again wrapped around the tender head of my cock and I felt my balls tense with a sexual thrill that sent a shiver along my spine.

[Edited by Amadeus on 01-25-2001 at 08:40 PM]

 

[Amadeus]

To Ninian

OOC: Are you one of those who think editing is a cheap trick to entice you back to take up the pen?

 

[ninian]

I struggled to bite back my moan, but it was usless. His cock against my foot was exquisite. Hard and Throbbing, I thought I felt a drop of precum seep through the nylon.

His date Ellen shot me a sharp glance and I just smiled sweetly, taking another bite of the rich dessert. "It's really good"

"Jeremey ... want another bite?"

"No!" Ellen hissed. "He can wait till his own comes" She said with a scowl.

I laughed in delight. Turning with a wink to Jeremy. "Such a fierce protector you have."

The rest of the meal ended in silence, my foot continuing a slow teasing rub against his cock.

Then my mother stood and announced the tour that was to commence. I reluctantly removed my foot and I noticed with much satisfaction Jeremys difficulty in zipping His pants. I chuckled softly as He buttoned his jacket to hide the enticing bulge in his pants.

I walked in front of them throughout the tour. I sighed wearily. I had been through this house more times than I cared to remember. With a look at Jeremy, I slipped into one of the spare rooms as Mother was showing a painting she bought at an auction last summer in Paris.

I leaned against the wall with a grin .. and waited ... hoping he would follow.

 

[ninian]

OOC Not really ... lol ... was it though?

 

[Amadeus]

Yes Or Course

OOC: Yes, it was. But indeed I found that it really needed editing, so I went through the whole thing tidying up and touching more deeply here ..... and ..... there. (Grin)

 

[ninian]

ooc ... so why srent you responding .... im ready to fuck

 

[Amadeus]

Hope I'm not too late.

"Oh, my god, Bianca, I love it! I never seem to get up the courage to buy in galleries, myself. I need to talk to you about it. I don't know to bargain or what? I just pay whatever they ask. How do .......?"

I didn't hear the rest of Ellen's question. I knew that she would be completely oblivious to me now that her favorite subject, art, had come up. And Bianca would have a real audience now.

I slipped through the door where Becca had disappeared with a glance in my direction. The door snapped closed with a quiet 'thunk' behind me. I was in total darkness.

I waited for my eyes to adjust to the gloom, but the drapes were drawn so not even moonlight hinted at more than the shape of the large furniture.

"Jeremy, ...." A quiet voice, nearly a whisper, then silence.

I spread my arm along the wall, searching to get my bearings, bumped into a low table, then found her hand outstretched along the wall. My heart was pounding as I followed along her arm to find her. I could actually hear the beating in my ears in the total silence, total darkness. I could see that we were in a bedroom now, but the bed looked huge ...... and very high, with four large pillar-like posts at the corners.

My fingers found the softness of the inner side of her elbow and followed along her arm slowly, lightly, until I felt the soft plumpness of her breast with the back of my hand. She clamped my hand against her body. I moved closer.

"Becca, ......,"

She came into my arms with a rush, pressing the length of her body against mine. My already roused cock met the softness above her mound under the clinging silk dress and our cheeks touched. I automatically nuzzled her ear, the scent of her perfume dancing in my nostrils.

Becca moved against me, brushing in light slow circles against the bulge of my penis. I could feel her pubic mound tenting the thin material of the dress and my cock slipped easily across her body. From the wonder of the round top of her thighs to the full roundness of her mound and down the other side. In my mind I pictured the neat patch of curls there, could almost feel it through the dress. It felt like the joy of a tender secret revealed between lovers.

"OH, Jeremy, ...... it feels .. so "

"Lovely." I finished her sentence and we continued fondling each other, teasing each other, as my lips found hers. Her tongue slipped out to tempt me, tasting still of the chocolate mousse. Sharing this way was infinitely better than from a spoon, I thought.

We stood quietly exploring each other. Her legs parted and she straddled my left leg. The sensation, warm and tingling brightly, coursed through my body. We seemed to float in the darkness. My hands squeezed her bottom, moving and sliding the silk of the dress against her panties, then tracing the line of her bikinis over a wonderfully sculpted hip.
Lightly, I smoothed my fingers across from one lovely cheek to the other, .... as lightly as possible, wanting to urge a long shivering electricity along her spine as she had done to me.

I was rewarded with the shivering shrug of her shoulders and then her mound pressing tight against the top of my thigh. She held snugly between her legs. Becca's arms slipped under my jacket and caressed my back, an intimate gesture which gave me great pleasure. My hands slipped her skirt up over her buttocks longing for the feel of her, loving the smooth silken roundness. I slipped under her panties and held her against me, spanning the deep cleft just below her tailbone.

Our tongues explored deeply and intensely as we squirmed, trying to get closer, ever closer, more tightly joined.

"Mmmmmmmm,"

The sensations, varied and rainbow-like, built a huge tension in my balls and the base of my cock. It radiated through my body in an astonishing explosion of feelings, emotions, little shockwaves. I felt my own nipplles go very hard, like diamonds under the hair of my chest as she slipped my jacket down my arms, one at a time, and off onto the floor. Her mound continued it's warm pressure against my leg.

 

[ninian]

Our bodies pressed together inheated passion. Our lips locked together hungrily. Grinding against his thigh, feeling the wetness between my legs, moaning softly. My hands roamed over his back .... savouring the feel of his warm skin. I rode his leg ... my hips rocking back and forth, my thigh presses against his cock.

"I want you ... now" My words .. hot .. and urgent whispered against his lips.

 

[Amadeus]

Becca guided me backwards. I met the bed, soft and heavy behind my thighs. Scooping my arms under the back of her legs, I lifted her along the length of my body. I set her on the high bed. She would have needed a stool to climb onto it herself. Bianca must have bought it out of one of those ancient palaces on her European trip.

The texture of the cover had a rough, velour feel to it. Becca lay back on the bed,her legs hanging down along the side now. The bed was so high that I could comfortably stand between her legs, my cock pressed against the wet crease of her pussy. I could tell she was wet just by the feel, like a pool of honey under her panties. As I unbuttoned her dress, Becca insinuated the cushioned softness of her pool against my prick now rigid and pointing up toward my belly button.

I slipped my zipper down. I had not worn underwear tonight. My cock sprung loose, relieved to feel the cool air and be free to fondle her lovliness. The silky feel of her panties against the underside of my cock filled me with delight. The slick motion of my cock rubbing along the long crease of her pussy lips brought a low moan from my lover, her hands reaching for me in the dark.

Letting her hands find my throbbing cock head as it peaked above her mound, I slipped my hands along the bare skin of her stomach and onto her breasts. Her bra felt like a thin, taut veil capturing plump mounds of softness. Her nipples rose into my palms.

Becc

 

[ninian]

I moaned .. arching my back and pressing my breasts into His hands. I barely noticed the bed beneath me. I was so lost in the sensual heaven I found with him. My fingers wrapped around his cock, glorying in the rgid throbbing member. I ached to feel him within me again.

"Jeremy .... " My nipples were hard throbbing pebbles, and I moaned again as he released the firm mounds from the confines of my bra. "Ohh godd ... pleasee"

I needed him now, the night of teasing had nearly driven me insane with hunger for this man. My hips arched off the bed, pressing against him. "Jeremmmyyyyy "