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[papillon24]

Leanna felt as if she were in a tunnel. Nothing else mattered at the moment. The tenderness of his lips upon hers stole a moment of breath from her lungs. Her heart jumped and skipped with joy she had not felt in a very long time. The corner of her mouth lifted in a half smile as she let her hands come to rest on his chest. She could feel the thumping of his heart as he beamed down at her in the same happiness.

She let her eyes close for a single second, imprinting this very moment in her mind. Something for her to keep for later when her life returned to the routine that she had always been comfortable in. Something to make the work worth it. Something that would fuel her to smile. Something that was hers alone and nothing else

When she opened them once again, he was watching her with a look she had never seen from anyone. It was caring, passionate and loving. As if he were wanting to stay in this moment for an eternity as well

“Now, I guess it is my turn to ask a question.” She leaned her head in, gently placing it on his chest leaning into the crook of his neck. The scent of him was intoxicating as she listened to him breathe slowly in and out not wanting to let the moment pass.

 

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Like many men, Jason could experience sex entirely physically, or least so it seemed. At times, though, he experienced sex. or the prelude to it, as an amalgam of emotional and physical ecstasy. He hadn't experienced that since his relationship with his former wife, Betsy, had started to decline and eventually end. In the aftermath of Leanna's tender touch when he was compelled to move Leanna and him to a spot with some privacy so that he could kiss her, he wasn't sure what he was experiencing. When she responded gently to his kiss and laid her head on his chest, Jason knew that he was experiencing the beginnings of the rapture that he felt when sex, romance, and emotion combine into a singular act.

He had taken the lead rather dramatically, Jason realized, by physically leading Leanna to another location and kissing this woman whom he had barely met and who almost certainly had no reason to anticipate such a bold move. As she leaned into him after the kiss, she gently was taking back the lead with her suggestion that it was her turn to ask a question. Jason had no desire to let his nearly hot passion spoil the mutuality of this moment. "Yes, Leanna," Jason said softly as he nuzzled her ear that was lying near the crook of his neck, "it is your turn to both pick our location and ask the next question."

 

[papillon24]

Leanna hummed gently into him relishing the strong male scent that lingered on him. In this moment she felt safe and the troubles of her life back home were drifting away. She needed to be with this man, to know him. Something powerful drew her into him.

She took a chance. She took him by the hand and broke away from their embrace, never breaking eye contact.

“Lets venture to my sleeping quarters. I have a bottle of something there for a special celebration. This feels like a celebration.” She lifter her hand and caressed the side of his face before placing a small peck on his lips. “I think I would like to get to know you better and ask my question without the rest of these eyes watching.” She looked around to notice that the car had started to fill with people who had trickled in without them noticing.

“Follow me” She turned and tugged on his hand leading him to her sleeping quarters.

 

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Jason was feeling very comfortable in having ceded the lead to Leanna with his comment that it was her turn to pick location and ask the next question. He suspected that she might have already formulated a question, perhaps one that would allow them to back pedal a bit in terms of intensity. Returning to their previous seats seemed likely to be Leanna's choice.

Lets venture to my sleeping quarters. I have...

Jason's jaw literally dropped noticeably before he could regain his composure. A small grin that appeared on Leanna's face suggested that she had seen his reaction. Jason barely heard the rest of her statement. Damn, he had recited his "come to the edge" poem; Leanna was pushing them over it. Jason felt a mixture of anticipation, excitement, lust, and tenderness all at the same time. Too much to sort out; Jason didn't like that confused feeling. It was that same kind of reaction that had lead him into the exciting, but tumultuous, and eventually painful, relationship with his former wife, Betsy.

Leanna's caress of his face and her tender small peck on his lips calmed Jason's tumult somewhat. He followed her willingly, hand-in-hand, as she lead him through the three cars to the sleeper car where she, and Jason, had their rooms. As they walked, the word "trust" ran through his mind. Leanna was no silly girl looking for a one-night stand, nor was he a guy looking to seduce the next hot woman he encountered. He needed to trust both Leanna and himself. Where this was going was probably unknown to both of them. Sure, they were human, they could easily make mistakes either by being impetuous or through an over abundance of caution, but if they could trust themselves such mistakes could be overcome.

As they entered Leanna's room Jason immediately recognized it as a duplicate of his, and, thus, familiar. In its current daytime configuration the Superliner Bedroom featured two side-by-side seats with no armrest between. Jason thought it safe to presume that Leanna's invitation allowed him to take a seat without asking further. He did so, concentrating on trying to relax and remain calm.

Holding the gaze that they had re-established after entering Leanna's room, Jason spoke with as much lightness as he could muster, "OK, Leanna. I'm ready to share that 'bottle of something' for our celebration. And, of course, I can hardly wait to see what question you have in store for me.

 

[papillon24]

Leanna reached into the bag that sat up on the overhead rack. She felt her body stretch a bit as she fished for the bottle. She had packed some of her favorite scotch. She never went on a trip without it. It was going to be her drink of choice at the wedding since the open bar usually did not carry that sort of thing or even anything close to it. Her hand wrapped around the neck of the fat bottomed bottle and she pulled it out revealing a bottle of Aberfeldy 21. Its dark rich color brought a smile to her face.

“I planned to drink this at my destination. One can not live on beer or vodka alone. Thats usualylly all an open bar has. Dont get me wrong, I like both, but not as much as this.” She chuckled as she handed him the bottle as she grabbed a couple of glasses. “Pour us each one” as she handed the glasses to him. “i think you will like this one.”

Leanna found her seat next to him pressing her hip against his as she gazed into his eyes. The warmth and kindness still there and unchanging. A smile crept across her lip as she spoke.

“Tell me what enticed you to take a train on this journey instead of just hopping on a plane? I'm glad you didnt, but I'm curios to why.”

 

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Jason watched as Leanna worked to retrieve the bottle of Scotch from the overhead rack. A small pang of guilt swept through him as he realized that, in a rather adolescent way, he was glad that she had to stretch to reach it, causing her top to cling tightly to her breasts.

Taking the glasses that Leanna gave him, Jason willingly poured generous amounts in each of their glasses, allowing himself the opportunity to take a small sip. He noted that they were now beginning their third drink of liquor. Jason was ambivalent about the wisdom of this under the circumstances.

Jason had expected that Leanna would sit next to him, given the limited options otherwise, but he knew that she could have sat far enough to her left so that their bodies would not touch. This woman didn't do anything thoughtlessly. Sitting with her hip pressed against his was sending a deliberate message, Jason concluded.

Tell me what enticed you to take a train on this journey instead of just hopping on a plane? I'm glad you didnt, but I'm curios to why.

Jason took his time with his response. Trying not to overdo it, he chose to use the opportunity to reveal more about himself. He described is childhood and youth as a blue-collar kid growing up in Spokane, of his fascination with watching the Empire Builder go by, his boyhood fantasies of taking the trip, and how his family couldn't afford it. He explained that he had saved up enough vacation time to allow for a leisurely trip, and that he decided it was time to live out his childhood fantasy - something he could now afford.

As he was ending his truthful story he suddenly had another thought. "And,", Jason said as he continued to return Leanna's gaze, "there's a whimsical part to my fantasy also. Awhile ago I ran into an old movie on Netflix called Silver Streak. It's a crazy comedy/thriller that features a couple who meet on a cross-country train, hookup, and fall in love. I'm not, generally, a romantic, but I sure do love that movie."

By the time Jason had finished his very brief movie description, he found it more than a little difficult to speak. All he could manage was, "Uh, your turn; why are you taking the train?"

 

[papillon24]

She took a sip of her drink, letting the floral notes trickle down her throat and fill her nose with the comfort of oak and leather.

She smiled at the pure honesty of his story and how his eyes had lit of at the prospect of fulfilling his fantasy.

“Wow, I wish my story was that much of a romantic idea. Unfortunately I'm on this train for a much different reason all together. I was not planning on traveling at all. You know, spend all weekend working and getting my project done at the firm...blah blah. Well I finished my project early and my boss convinced me to use my vacation days. Silly notion huh?” she smiled at her sarcastic remark before taking another sip from her glass. She leaned back in the seat, settling up against him.

“One of friends Kate, from college is getting married. And well I thought I would surprise her by showing up. All the flights were full, so I opted for the train, seeing that I had a few extra days to get there.” she sighed a bit as the dread of showing up at this wedding settled back in. A bit of her old life to face. “Its really not all that exciting, more desperate.”

 

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Jason sincerely wanted to hear Leanna's story about why she was taking the train, but what occupied his attention moreso was that she had settled up against him. They were not merely touching hip-to-hip as before, Leanna was snuggled up as an established couple might be watching TV. Confidently, and with no fanfare, Jason slowly slipped his left arm over her shoulder affectionately. In the warmth of the moment, he closed his eyes as the words of her story floated by.

One of friends Kate, from college is getting married. And well I thought...

Kate!? Shit! Jason's eyes snapped open. Could it be that he and Leanna were both headed to his niece's wedding? That would be both a truly remarkable coincidence, and put a rather different spin on their flirtatious relationship. "Wait", Jason told himself, "Kate is a very common name for Leanna's age group. There must be hundreds, maybe thousands, of Kates in Seattle." His mathematical mind told him that two, or more, of them getting married on the same day would not be particularly odd. "Besides", Jason reminded himself, "you don't even know if Leanna is going to Seattle. For all you know, she might be getting off in Montana somewhere." Still...?? Jason considered raising this subject, but decided to postpone it, or not bring it up at all. Raising this "Oh my God" possibility would surely dampen, or even destroy, the quiet intensity of their current situation.

Its really not all that exciting, more desperate.

What an odd remark. Most people are pretty upbeat about going to a wedding. Jason decided to express both confidence and some empathy. "I'm sorry to hear that you're not that enthused about this event, but I know that you'll be fine. You don't strike me as someone who is 'desperate' all that often."

Jason waited quietly for a few moments, and decided to move them back, hopefully, to some more fun territory. Loosening his arm around Leanna's shoulder just enough that he could turn his head toward hers, Jason began, "Well, if we're still playing our game, it's my turn to initiate a question. When I answered your question about why I was taking the train, I ended up spontaneously adding something about one of my romantic fantasies." Pausing a moment before continuing, Jason lowered his lips to Leanna's beautiful right ear and whispered, "So, Leanna, tell me one of your favorite romantic or sexual fantasies."

 

[papillon24]

The tickle in her ear as he spoke almost made her blush. It was such a simple question. One that could be answered in so many different ways. There were not many experiences with men in her life. Most of the times she had avoided a real relationship due to her advancements at work. Most of the time she found her self in one night stands. Well not most of the time. Every time. And by every time she really meant one a year at the stupid company party she was required to attend. She would always find that one intern that was too good looking for his own good, but dumb enough to not make it more than a month. Smart on her part.

“I actually do no think I have ever had a fantasy about sex, or romance in general.” she could feel her voice try to seize up in her throat as she admitted it out loud. She had never let the thought of it ever be an issue in her life. “I have not had time for romance or relationships. Sex is very infrequent and almost non-existent.”

Quickly she polished off the rest of her glass in one swallow. This was something hard to put out there. She never shared it with anyone she knew, let alone someone she had just met.

“The best relationship I have is with work, and my books.”

 

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Jason was moved by Leanna's honest self-disclosure. Most women, Jason thought, would have either refused - politely or not-so-politely - to respond to his question, make some sort of joke in response, or, simply, lied. Leanna had, in fact, chosen to deepen the intimacy of their connection by disclosing something so deeply personal. Jason felt something like an emotional bond developing between them, remarkable given the very short time that they had even known one another; unique in his experience.

In addition to being moved emotionally by Leanna's personal disclosure, Jason was stunned by her revelation. He could understand long romantic and sexual dry spells; hell, he, himself, was on one - and not for the first time. And, as an honors graduate of a top public university and having completed a graduate program in a prestigious, private university, he understood devotion to work and books. In deciding to not pursue a Ph.D. in history Jason had rejected the "work-as-my-life" outlook, but he understood it. But, he could not understand the absence of romantic or sexual fantasy as a part of one's life. Such fantasies had been a part of his mental life since adolescence; he assumed that it was universal.

Jason remained quiet from at least a full minute after Leanna quite speaking. He wasn't sure how to respond, or what piece of her revelation he wanted to emphasize. He didn't want to adopt a condescending pitiful stance; Leanna was a competent adult, capable of making her own meaningful life choices.

Jason decided on affirmation, "I very much respect, Leanna, your honest self-disclosure. In fact, I'm moved by both your honesty and your disclosure. I also absolutely respect the life choices that you seem to have made for yourself. However, I very much want to say this: I see you as a sexual being, I shall likely always do so, and it's very much a part of my attraction to you." Jason paused for a moment before continuing. "I don't mean to say that my first speaking to you, my flirting with you, my kissing you, or my acceptance of your invitation to come here to your room implied that we would have a sexual encounter on this trip. I just want you to know that in addition to being attracted to your remarkable mind, I am attracted to your sexuality, even if you are much more interested in work and books, than in romance and sex.

They sat in awkward silence for several moments, that seemed like hours to Jason. With his heart skipping a few beats, Jason continued to correct a small, but important, part of his message. "Um....uh...what I should have said is that I didn't mean to say that my first speaking to you, my flirting with you, my kissing you, or my acceptance of your invitation to come here to your room necessarily implied that we would have a sexual encounter on this trip. "

 

[papillon24]

A sexual being. That was one thing that Leanna had never though of herself as. This was the first time in a very long time that she had let her hair down, literally and figuratively. Rarely ever was her hair free from a tight bun or ponytail. It was almost unnerving to even be considered in such a fashion. She held her composure at it. People kept telling her she needed to let go and put herself on the line once in a while. Here she had that freedom. She was not in her home town yet and she was away from the city she worked in. What would be safer than this.

She placed a hand on his

"I appreciate your honesty, and the notion that there was no preconceived notion of that fact. "His attitude towards it made her smile. Around him she felt as if she could open herself to the situation at hand. She could drop the idea that she was all work and no play. In all honesty she truly enjoyed his company and the attention he gave her. Most she would have turned down without even batting an eyelash.

 

[Gr8chtr]

From the time he was in high school, through college, and into his young adult years, Jason's friends had been chiding him for thinking too much about every one of his decisions. His best college friend, Matt, once said, "Hey, guy, what the fuck! Just go for something every now and then. You think everything through so much that you miss lots of opportunities." Notwithstanding his friends' urging Jason typically proceeded carefully and deliberately, particularly with women.

It wasn't just an over-abundance of caution. Jason truly believed that many men, hell, maybe most men, saw their mission as wearing down a woman's resistance to their advances, as though women were somehow objects to be manipulated. Jason abhorred that attitude. Still, he realized that in a couples situation someone had to take the lead, and, social convention being what it was, typically that was the guy. Here was Leanna signalling with her comment, what? Jason needed to take the risk.

Jason squeezed Leanna's hand tightly as she placed and continued to hold her hand on his. He twisted sideways just enough that they could easily make contact. Moving slowly, but deliberately, Jason cupped his other hand around Leanna's neck and pulled them into a kiss. He placed a kiss firmly on Leanna's lips, holding the kiss for several seconds. Without speaking, Jason broke the kiss, pulling back only slightly, pausing. His next move, Jason decided, would depend on how Leanna responded to his kiss that both made a statement, and asked a question.

 

[papillon24]

The tenderness of his touch fogged over her mind a bit as he pulled her in for a kiss. It was only for a few seconds, but for those few seconds, the world was lost. All that mattered was that moment there.

And then it was over as quickly as it started. He pulled away leaving her a little breathless from the moment. She looked back into his eyes as he watched her, almost with a curiosity.

Leanna lifted her hand to caress the side of his face, letting her thumb brush gently along the slight stubble that was forming along his jawline. She could still feel the tingle upon her lips.

She could not help it as she pulled him back in. Her lips pressing back upon his. She let her hand fall to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Leanna's tender touch to his face filled Jason with a warm glow from head to foot, at the same time building an excitement in Jason that he had not felt in a long time. He knew that he couldn't know what she would do next, pull back and let the intensity fade slowly, or sustain or further their intimacy. Jason simply savored the moment.

The unknown in Jason's mind became known quickly as Leanna pulled him back in and pressed her lips firmly on his. Her hand placed on his chest, though a small move, was a message that Leanna was being both tender and assertive in the dance that intimate partners play with each other.

A thought flooded Jason's mind as their lips pressed together: Whatever happened over the course of this evening and the rest of this journey by rail, theirs would not be a superficial encounter. Jason was assured by the realization that, whatever the outcome, it was not likely to result in something that either of them would subsequently regret.

Emboldened by this epiphany, Jason pressed his kiss back to Leanna more firmly than she had kissed him, opening his lips just enough to allow his tongue to flick lightly across the edges of her lips. Slowly, he lowered his hand to her side, letting it come to rest just below the curvature of her left breast.

 

[papillon24]

A breath to inhale as his tongue danced along the edges of her lip. The sensuality of the movement sent a small tingle to spread along them. She felt her heart begin to race a bit as she felt the tenderness of the attraction between them in the kiss. She could feel his boldness grow as his hands began to move, dancing along her sides along her rib cage till one rested below her breast.

Leanna pressed further into him, deeper into the kiss going as far to mover her hand from his chest, sliding it up along his neck, brushing the live where his jaw meets the muscles of his neck. The tender sensitive part. She could feel the little hairs stand on end, becoming aware of her

 

[Gr8chtr]

Several of Jason's friends believed him to be timid with regard to pursuing women. Jason thought of himself as being respectful. Mutuality, for Jason, was one of the highest forms of erotic stimulation. Once it was clear to Jason that his romantic partner and he were in the same mindset, there was nothing "timid" about him. Leanna's pressing their kiss further and deeper affirmed his growing belief that both of them wanted to push further with their physical intimacy.

Leanna's hand on Jason's neck had an electric effect. He could feel the hairs on his neck stand out as tingling and goosebumps spread over his whole body. Moreover, moving her hand from Jason's chest to his neck pulled them even closer. Jason responded in kind, moving his left hand around to Leanna's upper back, pulling them more tightly into a lovers' embrace.

Nor did he ignore Leanna's deeper kiss and its message. Pushing further, Jason slid his tongue past the edges of her slightly parted lips, exploring, searching, asking. Without waiting for an answer, Jason moved his right hand steadily upward, cupping Leanna's left breast and squeezing with firm intent.

 

[papillon24]

The kiss was mind numbing as his tongue took its liberties exploring hers. Leanna let her eyelid flutter closed. The feeling of his lips intensified with just the feeling oh him pressed against her. His hand came to rest upon her back, pulling them closer than they already were. The heat of him radiated against her skin.

A hand fell on her breast and teased out a slight moan against his lips from her parted one. It had been a long time since anyone had desired her in this way, or maybe she had never taken the time to notice that someone did desire here in this fashion. Her back arched slightly, pressing her full breast further into his palm. Under his touch, she felt more woman that she ever had. She had always competed in man’s world and so she many time had to forget she was a woman, let alone one with desires of her own other than moving up the ladder

 

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As he had intensified their kiss and began to squeeze her breast, Jason considered briefly whether he should stop and simply ask Leanna if she wanted to make love. Then a second thought struck him. Leanna was not some timid, unself-assured woman who would fold into submission under a man's advance. Nor was she someone who would be mean-spirited if his advance was unwelcome. The Leanna that Jason had come to know would communicate her desires clearly, verbally or otherwise.

Her back arched slightly, pressing her full breast further into his palm.

Leanna had given at least a partial answer; she wanted to continue going down the path they were now on. Jason decided to make his own intentions starkly clear. Breaking their now intense kissing, Jason moved his lips to Leanna's right ear, teasingly flicking his tongue on her ear before speaking. "Leanna, " Jason whispered with shortened breath, "I want you as much as I have ever wanted a woman. Now. Here." Jason paused, briefly, then continued, "If that's not what you want, OK, I'll stop. Otherwise, as the poet said, 'Come to the edge, and we'll fly'".

 

[papillon24]

His breath tickled her ear as he came close. She tilted her head, allowing him access to her more. She could feel her heart flutter with the excitement. Both of want and of need. Before she had only had a need of men. Someone to temporarily warm her bed or to fill that random desire the ached once in a while within her core. Here and now there was a longing. A want. She wanted him. Really wanted him

He looked deeper within her than any man ever had. It was as if he could see her, the true her. He spoke words that spoke to not only her heart but her soul.

She let her lips touch the curve of his neck. It was natural as if she had done it a thousand times. The course stubble that had started to form along the line of his jaw prickled her cheek. His scent was deep and rich. It was earthy, like leather and the forest of the Pacific coast. Leanna breathed him in deeply, memorizing each nuance of his smell. She wanted to remember this forever.

With one hand she reached up, letting her hand fall the opposite side of his face. She let her delicate fingers caress the edge of his jaw.

"Lets fly" she whispered gently into his neck as she let herself lose herself into his sent once again

 

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Lets fly.

Leanna's whispered affirmation combined with her caressing of his jaw sent flames of both endearing emotion and erotic lust through Jason's body. He felt more alive than he had felt at any time since his divorce. Jason didn't know what path he - or they - were on, but it was clear to him that having sex with Leanna was not going to be a one-night stand. There was substance here, Jason could feel it. Perhaps they would never see each other again once they de-trained, but, even if so, they were sharing a meaningful, intimate encounter.

Jason returned Leanna's caress with one of his own, stroking the side of her face as she did his. Slowly, he moved back in to resume their passionate kissing, but broke their kiss after just a few moments. Jason could see the surprise in Leanna's eyes, but he had a practical problem to solve.

Lenna's room was still made up in the "day" configuration, with its two, wide side-by-side seats in which they were now sitting. Having sex in these seats would make the back seat of a car look appealing. Fortunately, Jason, with his lifelong interest in trains, know how to convert the room to its "night" configuration that included a narrow bed - not a king size or even a double, but much more suitable to what he had in mind. Jason motioned Leanna to stand, and quickly changed the room's configuration.

Taking Leanna's hand silently, Jason pulled the two of them onto the bed, kicking off his shoes as he did so. Holding Leanna's gaze intently, he began to slowly unbutton her blouse, stopping to plant a soft kiss at each spot where the newly unfastened button opened her bare skin to his touch. After the third released button Jason's conclusion that Leanna was not wearing a bra was confirmed. As her bare breast emerged from its surrounding fabric, Jason returned his hand to its previous location and resumed squeezing her breast, this time bare skin-to-skin. He interrupted his kissing the spot that he had unbuttoned just long enough to firmly kiss her left breast, making sure to flick his tongue around her hardening nipple.

 

[papillon24]

She stood, watching him as we adeptly changed her room to the night configuration she had briefly seen on the brochure in the train lobby. It was small and intimate once he was finished. It was perfect for one but close quarters for two.

Once finished she found him leading her back down. He took his time, one button at a time, taking time at each one to softly kiss the flesh beneath. His lips were warm and electrifying. Soft gasps escaped her lips as the buzzing sensation increased with each touch.

The feeling of his hand on her bare flesh cause her back to arch slightly pressing her breast deeper into the palm of his hand. Her head reeled. She had never had someone light the passion and desire before as this man was doing to her in this very moment. Her body was taught, needing more. And him giving just enough to satisfy her yet keep her on the edge as well.

His lips on her skin burned and the warm wetness of his tongue upon her nipple cause it to harden more. A low moan escaped her lips. She loved the sensation that hummed though her body when her nipples were played with. A small warmth grew between her legs as the cool air of the car contrasted from the warmth of his tongue. Her fingers raked though his hair, gently pulling his mouth back to her nipple. It was all she could do to contain herself in that moment

 

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Her fingers raked though his hair, gently pulling his mouth back to her nipple.

Jason could feel Leanna's body reacting to each of his advances, her own passion clearly rising along with his. If they were already an established sexual couple, Jason would have pushed ahead rapidly, reflecting the urgency that he could now barely contain. There would be in that case, after all, other times to have slow, tender love-making. But, this was just the beginning for them - or, perhaps, their only encounter - Jason didn't want to define their relationship as one without subtlety.

Responding to Leanna's arching of her back and her accompanying moans, Jason continued to tease her hardening nipple with his tongue, becoming more assertive and forceful as he did. Holding Leanna's head with his muscular hand while teasing her nipple, Jason took her free hand and placed it firmly on the top button of his shirt, silently begging her to undress him as he did her. Once her hand was so-placed, Jason slid his free hand down Leanna's body to her hip, then firmly placed his hand where he could begin to rub her between her legs through her jeans. How urgently he desired to have nothing between them, and to have his manhood take the place of his hand!

That, Jason knew, would have to wait, but not for long.

 

[papillon24]

Her back arched as his tongue teased the hardened flesh of her nipple. Shivers ran the course of her spine as the electricity rushed though her body. Her chest heaved as gasps of pleasure escaped her lips. She could feel a heat rise between her legs as continued to work his magic with his tongue. Her back arched and his strong hands held her.

She felt him move her hand to his chest. She could feel the soft beating of his hear though the soft material. He over it along the middle hem to find the top button of his shirt. His other found it's way between her legs. A deep moan echoed through her chest.

Her lithe fingers undid the top button of his shirt. Her fingers curled though the light patch of hair that she found on his chest. The warmth of his skin was addicting and she needed to feel more. Desperately her fingers hooked on the next button down. And then the next till his shirt was completely unbuttoned. Her hand pushed flat against his chest and began to slide around his side

 

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And then the next till his shirt was completely unbuttoned. Her hand pushed flat against his chest and began to slide around his side.

Now bare-chested Jason hungered for more bare skin contact between them. Wrapping his arms around Leanna, he pulled them tight to each other, their bare torsos in full contact. Leanna's hard nipples stabbed Jason's chest, telling him that she was just as aroused as he.

Jason's urgency overwhelmed his desire for more subtlety and nuance. Suddenly releasing his hold on Leanna and rolling over on his back, Jason quickly unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and slid rapidly out of his jeans, leaving him dressed only in his cotton briefs. Without pausing to ask Leanna's consent, he repeated the maneuver on her, leaving her wearing just her panties.

Having disrobed both of them nearly completely, Jason resumed his previous hard, passionate, open-mouth, tongue-kissing with Leanna, while he returned his hand to stroking her between her legs, this time with only a thin sheet of cotton between his fingers and her womanhood.

Jason's whole body was now on fire, his heart beating rapidly, his breath coming in short gasps, sweat beginning to glisten everywhere. Breaking their kissing momentarily, he gathered enough breath to gasp in his lover's ear, "Leanna, touch me, touch me."