lovers illegal, sharing
Night one of two nights lovers illegal sharing.
The blinds had been lifted.
The sun came streaming in.
She was sitting, cross-legged at the edge of the bed....looking out onto the vast span of the garden.....naked
dishevelled
comfortable
quiet.
He lay back watching her. His form long. Legs crossed. On hand behind his head. The other resting on his tummy.
She was a picture of serenity....sensual serenity....intense sexuality.
The request had been to share her company with him over two nights...evenings only. His travels of business intent. Thus the days busy and full and the nights empty.
He didnt feel for the callous coldness of his Joburg home.
He needed a distraction. A soft, present, distraction.
They had dined....the meal had been light. Her passionate understanding of what he needed had taken his breath away.
The tenderness of her touch. The softness of her kiss. The attention to his every reaction.
His pupils dilated as she stepped out of her dress.
His adams-apple moving,
proof of his need to swallow hard at the imagining of how sweet her skin would taste.
Her hair a cascade of shiny blonde...in abundance.
They had teased
They had loved
They had lustfully devoured.
Last night she had been the leader. He her pleasure.
Tonight it was going to be his turn....
The Protagonist.....your choice.
He?
She?
The request he had made, had to be honoured.
Night two.
This morning she lay ....a thin sheet, woven of the finest Egyptian thread, covering her naked form, head hoisted on a hand raised by leaning on her elbow...the outline of the curve of her waist
the rise of her hip
the running lines of her leg.
She listened to him showering.
Her eyes not seeing
focused on last night
He had taken control .
First
his tone of voice gentle a touch here and there
a press in the small of her back
a lingering peck.....
That eventual pull into him
that kiss in the crevice between her bossom
that gentle travel of teeth pulling the cloth from her breasts
her nipples
hard
ready
wanting...... the first sensation of his teeth
gently
biting
arousing
his thumbs digging into her hips
slowly moving her shape to his
pressing her against the wall
an ardent lover missing her sweet offerings.
He had lay her down
he had kissed every part of her skin
he had caressed her softness with his hardness
teasing
unhurried.
She had moaned
.....begged
.....pleaded
he had
teased
pleased
taken.
They had been one
Over and over.
She sighed and lay back.
RB.
The blinds had been lifted.
The sun came streaming in.
She was sitting, cross-legged at the edge of the bed....looking out onto the vast span of the garden.....naked
dishevelled
comfortable
quiet.
He lay back watching her. His form long. Legs crossed. On hand behind his head. The other resting on his tummy.
She was a picture of serenity....sensual serenity....intense sexuality.
The request had been to share her company with him over two nights...evenings only. His travels of business intent. Thus the days busy and full and the nights empty.
He didnt feel for the callous coldness of his Joburg home.
He needed a distraction. A soft, present, distraction.
They had dined....the meal had been light. Her passionate understanding of what he needed had taken his breath away.
The tenderness of her touch. The softness of her kiss. The attention to his every reaction.
His pupils dilated as she stepped out of her dress.
His adams-apple moving,
proof of his need to swallow hard at the imagining of how sweet her skin would taste.
Her hair a cascade of shiny blonde...in abundance.
They had teased
They had loved
They had lustfully devoured.
Last night she had been the leader. He her pleasure.
Tonight it was going to be his turn....
The Protagonist.....your choice.
He?
She?
The request he had made, had to be honoured.
This morning she lay ....a thin sheet, woven of the finest Egyptian thread, covering her naked form, head hoisted on a hand raised by leaning on her elbow...the outline of the curve of her waist
the rise of her hip
the running lines of her leg.
She listened to him showering.
Her eyes not seeing
focused on last night
He had taken control .
First
his tone of voice gentle a touch here and there
a press in the small of her back
a lingering peck.....
That eventual pull into him
that kiss in the crevice between her bossom
that gentle travel of teeth pulling the cloth from her breasts
her nipples
hard
ready
wanting...... the first sensation of his teeth
gently
biting
arousing
his thumbs digging into her hips
slowly moving her shape to his
pressing her against the wall
an ardent lover missing her sweet offerings.
He had lay her down
he had kissed every part of her skin
he had caressed her softness with his hardness
teasing
unhurried.
She had moaned
.....begged
.....pleaded
he had
teased
pleased
taken.
They had been one
Over and over.
She sighed and lay back.
RB.
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