I Want You to Share In the Erotic Lounge
Part 1.. And If It Gets A Decent Response.. Then Part 2...
By:
penguinswon
Written on April 5th, 2011
Your mission, should you accept it, will be to get from point A to point B without having an ******. Point A is home. Point B is home. So instead of straight lines, we'll think in circles..like, say a moist tongue softly and gently encircling your ****.
But, I digress... I pick you up at your house. Per my instructions, You greet me curbside, wearing red pumps and a rain coat. It takes me longer to arrive than anticipated. To the world outside you're a picture of poise. Inside, you're a panting mess.
There's a light breeze blowing. With the skilled hand of a seducer, it snakes its way under the hem of your coat and touches you ever so lightly. You instantly become moist. The more it tries to blow you dry, the more moist you become. I arrive later than anticipated and you admonish me as I pull up.
"Gee, you really know how to leave a woman hanging out there."
"That's the plan isn't it?" I say.
You hop in the car. You're not used to this raincoat thing and the coat falls open revealing your neatly trimmed, unshaven *****.
I catch a glimpse . You cross your legs self-consciously. You've already had a brief illicit fling with the wind and you start to wonder whether I know.
"So, no panties..." I say, keeping my eyes on the road.
"That was the rule wasn't it?" You look at me.
"Rules are there to be broken", I respond, pulling what appears to be a string of pearls from my coat pocket. It's a pearl thong. You've heard about them, you've never worn a pair, though a pair hardly seems descriptive. It's more like two circles of pearls strategically attached. They slip on pretty easily and fall into place. You wonder what the fuss is all about. We reach our first destination.
"Where are are we going ?" you ask.
"Barnes and Noble"
"That's a few blocks down. Couldn't you find parking a little closer?" you complain.
"I guess we could, but it's such a beautiful day, there's a nice breeze and I thought the walk would do you good."
As you alight from the car a light breeze picks up again and you think to yourself, "Ah, the wind. I wonder if he suspects..."
We clasp arms and walk. Suddenly you become acutely aware of the pearls. Slick and round and touching you just right. Walking feels like a great idea. We walk. The pressure builds. You never want to stop walking. You just want to rub one off. Maybe two. Nobody will see. Your knees buckle. I catch you. You look flustered. I feel your hot breath on my neck.
"Did you just.....?"
"No." You cut me off. "Can we just stop. I mean, just walk. Let's walk"
I clasp your arm tighter. You lean into me. It's just a few more steps to the store. Your eyes go glassy, your lips pucker. I've seen that look before. It's not the kind of look that washes off with soap and water. I say nothing. You're not admitting anything.
Nothing happened back there. It was just a stumble.
We reach the store. You're both relieved and disappointed. There's a hushed hum, mingling with a bad muzak version of "Stairway to Heaven." I look at you and smiling, suggest we take the stairs. One stair, two stairs, three stairs, four. Five stairs, six stairs, seven stairs, more..... Yeah.. more more more. Stairway to heaven indeed.
You're doing everything you can to ignore the pearls. But the pearls need your attention. And they're feeling you up right in front of me. rubbing, rolling, never resting. You beg me stop as we reach the first landing. You're out of breath. Your neck is flushed. Luckily, you tell yourself, he can't see the trail of moisture running down my leg.
I look at you. "It seems like somebody needs some exercise."
"Well, it's been quite a walk. Let's sit. Sitting is good." you say.
We find a plush couch in a quiet corner in the erotic book section. and tucked away in a corner I find a slim paperback entitled, "A night in a Moorish Harem."
Relieved, you fall into the couch and your coat opens, revealing your glittering pearl. As quickly as it reveals itself, you close the coat. But what you really want to do is let it fall open and spread your legs and finish what the pearls started. The little head down below is throbbing, the little voice inside your head is pleading, Can't we just take the edge off a little? "
You're brought back to reality by the sound of a voice. You know that voice. It's mine, but somehow it sounds warmer. Chocolatey. Syrupy. Wet. I read the blurb out loud. "…a handsome and aristocratic commander of a gunboat is shipwrecked on the coast of Morocco, he is rescued by nine beautiful ladies, the Pasha's concubines. Each of them is a different nationality and Lord George Herbert has just twelve hours to enact his wildest fantasies..."
I sit on the arm facing you and pick a random passage.
"You are for all intents and purposes a virgin, my charming Myrzella" said I tightening my arm around her waist and kissing her as she finished speaking.
She eluded my grasp and seized Virginia by the hands. "Come," she said."Let's have a waltz."
I continue reading and watch you as your lay your head back, eyes closed and with your arms at your side.
"The two pretty creatures floated round and round the room in each other's arms, while Inez took up a lute and played a suitable accompaniment. Virginia at every complete turn of the dance,held Myrzella in a close grasp and their loins were pressed together. This wanton motion was kept up till their already excited passions were completely aroused."
I notice you cross your legs and for a brief moment your coat falls open. Just long enough for me to catch a glimpse of my favorite place of worship. Feigning modesty, you pull the jacket closed. I read on.
"They suddenly finished the dance and lay on the cushions in each other's embrace with their thighs locked so the lips between them were pressed together. Not only were the lips at the loins kissing, but their mouths were glued together in this barren embrace. I was on top of them both in a twinkling, and guided my stiff shaft between them.
The thought of conferring on Myrzella her first rapture made me feel like a war horse going to battle. My shaft glided between them entering neither, but it was deliciously moistened with the dewy lips at the loins of both. As I gave another thrust Virginia slyly put her hand behind her and guided it into her own sheath.
She was on top of Myrzella between whom and myself she was pinioned. My loins were no sooner crushed against her little buttocks than I felt my crest bathed in her melting shower. To me the sensation was exquisite; to her it was final. She sank with a long-drawn sigh, perfectly limp on top of Myrzella.
"I drew out my shaft and plunged it all dripping with Virginia's moisture into the pretty Persian girl. Moist as it was, it entered with difficulty the orifice which was so tight, but it entered to the hilt. Virginia's thin buttocks were but little in the way. My hand could fondle with both their bosoms at once. My crest, vivified with the moisture of them both was battering at Myrzella's womb; my kisses were showered on the neck of one and then the other. I was transported with a double rapture which my overwrought nerves could endure no longer and the gushing ***** came blissfully to a termination..."
I glance over at you. I notice you have crossed your legs again. You are gently rocking the top leg. You look transported too. Your head is turned, your mouth creased in a sly smile. Your hips undulate ever so slightly. I lean over and kiss you gently. You're rocked from your reverie, startled. Do I detect a spasm? Not sure. Your face is flushed.
But, I digress... I pick you up at your house. Per my instructions, You greet me curbside, wearing red pumps and a rain coat. It takes me longer to arrive than anticipated. To the world outside you're a picture of poise. Inside, you're a panting mess.
There's a light breeze blowing. With the skilled hand of a seducer, it snakes its way under the hem of your coat and touches you ever so lightly. You instantly become moist. The more it tries to blow you dry, the more moist you become. I arrive later than anticipated and you admonish me as I pull up.
"Gee, you really know how to leave a woman hanging out there."
"That's the plan isn't it?" I say.
You hop in the car. You're not used to this raincoat thing and the coat falls open revealing your neatly trimmed, unshaven *****.
I catch a glimpse . You cross your legs self-consciously. You've already had a brief illicit fling with the wind and you start to wonder whether I know.
"So, no panties..." I say, keeping my eyes on the road.
"That was the rule wasn't it?" You look at me.
"Rules are there to be broken", I respond, pulling what appears to be a string of pearls from my coat pocket. It's a pearl thong. You've heard about them, you've never worn a pair, though a pair hardly seems desc
"Where are are we going ?" you ask.
"Barnes and Noble"
"That's a few blocks down. Couldn't you find parking a little closer?" you complain.
"I guess we could, but it's such a beautiful day, there's a nice breeze and I thought the walk would do you good."
As you alight from the car a light breeze picks up again and you think to yourself, "Ah, the wind. I wonder if he suspects..."
We clasp arms and walk. Suddenly you become acutely aware of the pearls. Slick and round and touching you just right. Walking feels like a great idea. We walk. The pressure builds. You never want to stop walking. You just want to rub one off. Maybe two. Nobody will see. Your knees buckle. I catch you. You look flustered. I feel your hot breath on my neck.
"Did you just.....?"
"No." You cut me off. "Can we just stop. I mean, just walk. Let's walk"
I clasp your arm tighter. You lean into me. It's just a few more steps to the store. Your eyes go glassy, your lips pucker. I've seen that look before. It's not the kind of look that washes off with soap and water. I say nothing. You're not admitting anything.
Nothing happened back there. It was just a stumble.
We reach the store. You're both relieved and disappointed. There's a hushed hum, mingling with a bad muzak version of "Stairway to Heaven." I look at you and smiling, suggest we take the stairs. One stair, two stairs, three stairs, four. Five stairs, six stairs, seven stairs, more..... Yeah.. more more more. Stairway to heaven indeed.
You're doing everything you can to ignore the pearls. But the pearls need your attention. And they're feeling you up right in front of me. rubbing, rolling, never resting. You beg me stop as we reach the first landing. You're out of breath. Your neck is flushed. Luckily, you tell yourself, he can't see the trail of moisture running down my leg.
I look at you. "It seems like somebody needs some exercise."
"Well, it's been quite a walk. Let's sit. Sitting is good." you say.
We find a plush couch in a quiet corner in the erotic book section. and tucked away in a corner I find a slim paperback entitled, "A night in a Moorish Harem."
Relieved, you fall into the couch and your coat opens, revealing your glittering pearl. As quickly as it reveals itself, you close the coat. But what you really want to do is let it fall open and spread your legs and finish what the pearls started. The little head down below is throbbing, the little voice inside your head is pleading, Can't we just take the edge off a little? "
You're brought back to reality by the sound of a voice. You know that voice. It's mine, but somehow it sounds warmer. Chocolatey. Syrupy. Wet. I read the blurb out loud. "…a handsome and aristocratic commander of a gunboat is shipwrecked on the coast of Morocco, he is rescued by nine beautiful ladies, the Pasha's concubines. Each of them is a different nationality and Lord George Herbert has just twelve hours to enact his wildest fantasies..."
I sit on the arm facing you and pick a random passage.
"You are for all intents and purposes a virgin, my charming Myrzella" said I tightening my arm around her waist and kissing her as she finished speaking.
She eluded my grasp and seized Virginia by the hands. "Come," she said."Let's have a waltz."
I continue reading and watch you as your lay your head back, eyes closed and with your arms at your side.
"The two pretty creatures floated round and round the room in each other's arms, while Inez took up a lute and played a suitable accompaniment. Virginia at every complete turn of the dance,held Myrzella in a close grasp and their loins were pressed together. This wanton motion was kept up till their already excited passions were completely aroused."
I notice you cross your legs and for a brief moment your coat falls open. Just long enough for me to catch a glimpse of my favorite place of worship. Feigning modesty, you pull the jacket closed. I read on.
"They suddenly finished the dance and lay on the cushions in each other's embrace with their thighs locked so the lips between them were pressed together. Not only were the lips at the loins kissing, but their mouths were glued together in this barren embrace. I was on top of them both in a twinkling, and guided my stiff shaft between them.
The thought of conferring on Myrzella her first rapture made me feel like a war horse going to battle. My shaft glided between them entering neither, but it was deliciously moistened with the dewy lips at the loins of both. As I gave another thrust Virginia slyly put her hand behind her and guided it into her own sheath.
She was on top of Myrzella between whom and myself she was pinioned. My loins were no sooner crushed against her little buttocks than I felt my crest bathed in her melting shower. To me the sensation was exquisite; to her it was final. She sank with a long-drawn sigh, perfectly limp on top of Myrzella.
"I drew out my shaft and plunged it all dripping with Virginia's moisture into the pretty Persian girl. Moist as it was, it entered with difficulty the orifice which was so tight, but it entered to the hilt. Virginia's thin buttocks were but little in the way. My hand could fondle with both their bosoms at once. My crest, vivified with the moisture of them both was battering at Myrzella's womb; my kisses were showered on the neck of one and then the other. I was transported with a double rapture which my overwrought nerves could endure no longer and the gushing ***** came blissfully to a termination..."
I glance over at you. I notice you have crossed your legs again. You are gently rocking the top leg. You look transported too. Your head is turned, your mouth creased in a sly smile. Your hips undulate ever so slightly. I lean over and kiss you gently. You're rocked from your reverie, startled. Do I detect a spasm? Not sure. Your face is flushed.
By:
penguinswon
Age:
51-55
21
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