Seduction At The Bar 3
***He***
I can't help feeling a little smug as I offer my hand to help her out
of the car.
In the elevator, I use the back of my middle finger to caress her
slender neck down to the point of a white shoulder bared by the
slippage of her top, leaving her looking somehow vulnerable.
She shivers and turns to me, slipping a small hand inside the open top
of my shirt. Her eyes burn into mine as those fragile fingers caress
my pects and push the shirt off my shoulder.
An electric current shoots down my spine as her teeth close on the
bared nipple and instantly release, followed closely by a quick, wet
tongue.
***She***
I lick and chew at his hard, tiny nipple, trying to regain some lost
ground.
The zipper at my back slips downward and a large hand finds its way
inside my top just as the doors of the elevator 'ding' and open.
Muscular arms sweep me off my feet, and without apparent effort, he
carries me to an apartment door.
Somehow, without disturbing me as I recline in those strong arms, he
manages the unlocking and opening of the door.
Lights come on as I'm transported into a spacious living area that
fairly screams 'seduction zone'!
I'm deposited on a large ottoman in the center of the sunken living
area, and music fills the room from unseen speakers.
A drink is thrust into my hand and I sit up to take a sip, not
bothering to pull my top up as is slips down my arms.
He sits, watching, sipping his own drink, on the circular sofa
surrounding the ottoman.
I am on display, so I take the role and run with it.
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***He***
She extends the almost empty glass and I take it from her, admiring
her bare shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts.
Slowly, gracefully, turned half away from me, she removes the silky
fabric of her top, putting on a show. The skirt follows and she
reclines her deliciously naked form in the center of the ottoman.
On her petite frame, the smallness of her breasts makes her look more
vulnerable, more fragile.
She writhes upon the ottoman, one knee up, the other leg extended. An
elegant finger slips eagerly into the thatch of curly brown hair at
her vee, parting the moist folds and penetrating far inside.
The other hand clutches a small tit, squeezing hard before taking the
rigid little nipple between thumb and middle finger, pulling it far
from her body. Her hips rise to meet her two middle fingers.
***She***
My passion play has the desired effect, and soon his muscular body
appears above my head where it hangs off the edge of the ottoman. His
long, hard cock accepts the invitation of my half-open lips.
My left hand slips between his legs and urges him inward. I haven't
had a cock like this in ages, and I savor every thick inch of it as it
slips further and further down my throat!
My middle finger toys with the crinkled ring of his anus as my lips
bury themselves in the sandy thicket of his pubic hair, causing his
prick to pulse in my throat.
With a quick thrust, I bury the finger in his rectum and use it to
pull him away from my face, only to force his rod back in, knowing the
effect my moans would have on his sensitive glans!
