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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We both heard the click of the kettle as you came in and sat down.
Sitting comfortably, with legs crossed, tea in your hand, we chat as if we've known each other for years, not the 15 minutes of reality that had passed since you crossed the doorstep and the 3 days of seductive email exchanges we'd had on Fab.
Eyes flirting provocatively with each other, taking in every detail, every facet of the other person now in front of us. Mind racing to the enactment of our thoughts, of our innermost desires.
Who will make the first move?
Watching your lips touching the rim of the cup, slowly sipping the drink, savouring its hot, wet, refreshing properties. You slowly uncross your legs, relax back into the comfort of the chair and kick of your shoes.
I move forward, bend down to pick up your shoes as if to take them outside and place them by the door. Hesitating briefly to rub your feet, run my hands over your toes, watch you smile as you relax even further and stretch one leg out as if asking for more.
I place the shoes neatly side-by-side and take up your offer.
Starting at your feet, paying attention with my hands and lips, relaxing you as I slowly move up your shins, eventually parting your legs and letting you feel my warm breath and wet lips planting kisses all the way up your inner thighs until I reach your honey pot.
It's then that another sound reaches us, the gentle murmur of a pleasured moan.
We are lost now, my face buried between your thighs. You, arching your back, moaning out louder now and clamping your legs tightly around my neck.
Put the kettle on, luv? |
