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The Game

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: TopCat9876 Posted on: 03 Jun 2005 1 comments
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An older story of mine. Not Masturbation related but definately sexual! Hope you like it...As she sat in the bar waiting she thought back to the last few days -- to the notes and hints and finally the invitation. By now she knew him quite well, but it seemed he still had the capacity to surprise and excite. It had started with an innuendo filled conversation where it soon became clear they both had had eventful lives and had experimented with areas of the erotic that might shock some as much as they excited others. She had thought little more of the conversation and their love making afterwards was as exciting and passionate as usual. A few days later the first note appeared -- it arrived in the post and was written in a fine hand on high quality notepaper. It read simple:"Do you want to be fully mine?"It was unsigned and the writing was not very familiar, but then as they lived in the computer age and all she had really seen him write by hand was a scrawly signature she told herself it could easily be his. She remembered smiling as she read it -- a romantic gesture just like him.The next note was certainly from him -- it arrived by email and consisted of a simple picture and caption. The picture was of a naked woman who looked a little like her. She was kneeling facing the camera. Her hair was loose, her full breasts pushed forward and she seemed to me looking below the line of the camera. She had no pubic hair and the light gave her skin a pale even look, almost like a statue. Both the woman and the picture were undeniably beautiful. The caption beneath had read:"You as I see you."Another note had arrived some days later with a flower and another picture. The flower was a rose, and the photograph an explicit picture of a woman deeply fellating a man as she stared lovingly into his eyes. The note read:"Will you fulfil all my desires?" and this time was signed simply with his initial.The fourth note came in a small parcel that also contained a small piece of jewellery: a Victorian cameo on a black velvet choker. She had not been able to resist trying it on before even reading the message. The simple monochrome jewel and the black velvet choker has been set of perfectly against the almost white winter hue of her skin. She remembered feeling the cameo as she read the card:"Wear this with me and I will know you are mine." It had made her smile to think of it.The next note was quite informal -- an envelope arrived with a cutting from a magazine with a model in an elegant evening dress, the note was hand written:"I think this would be perfect for you darling!" and signed with his usual initial. She remembered being slightly surprised that a guy would even think such a thing, but he had been right -- the dress was perfect for her and she had bought it straight away.The last note was an invitation -- the time was given and the place a very expensive hotel restaurant -- the perfect venue to show off the new dress. A hand written message was underneath the engraved invitation:"Come and be mine."Sipping her drink she recalled how time had dragged on the days leading up to the date, how she had been planning everything in her mind to make it perfect. She had booked to have her hair and nails done earlier in the day and left herself plenty of time to get ready. She had bathed in warn scented water. Recalling the first picture she had shaved herself all over taking care not to nick any sensitive skin and to leave it soft and smooth. After drying herself she had done her make up, put on the choker and finally slipped into the dress. She smiled as she remember the split second decision to wear nothing underneath except her black hold-up stockings -- a bra was always out of the question with its low cut front and back and she had told herself panties would spoil the line. At that thought she became very conscious of her nakedness beneath the thin fabric and it excited her. She felt her nipples harden and in a mirror behind the bar she could see them clearly erect under her dress. Seeing the bartender looking at them she smiled and felt a warm blush of arousal. Another time she might have been attracted to the barman but tonight she was someone else's fantasy.She looked at her watch -- he was not exactly late but she felt a small stab of anticipation and worry that something might go wrong and he would not turn up. As if on cue she saw him. He caught he eye and smiled at her. Quickly crossing the bar, he walked up to her and saying nothing took her in his arms and kissed her. Her arms slipped around him and their lips and tongues caressed for a timeless few seconds as the rest of the world melted away. As the embrace slackened she felt a moment of embarrassment at the intensity of their kiss in the crowded room but it soon passed as they slipped into conversation, looked at the menus and chose the wine.The meal passed all too quickly. The conversation flirtatious, the subject of the notes never mentioned hovering unseen and unspoken in the background. He held her hand for much of the meal, kissing her fingers a couple of time. In return she found herself touching his arm and smoothing his hair. Several times she was aware of him looking at the curve of her breasts in the skimpy dress -- each time she smiled back at him and quietly squeezed his hand to silently say, "it's okay, I want you to look". As the meal drew to a close she felt a warm flush, partly from the wine and partly from an early arousal at what she hoped was to follow. The meal finally over they both became silent as the coffee was finished. Saying nothing, he helped her up, kissed her gently on the cheek and led her through the unfamiliar corridors of the hotel to their room. With each step she could feel her anticipation grow until they were finally at the door to the room. He unlocked it quickly and they were inside. Hardly had the door closed when he was holding her, kissing her. She felt his arms around her, pulling her to him. His tongue run softly around her lips and met hers teasingly. His hands were running all over her as he leaned back against the wall and pulled her tightly to him. The feeling of his nails softly running over the fabric of the dress sent pleasurable thrills over her skin. A familiar warm wetness was making itself felt inside -- her growing awareness of it exciting her even more. She felt his hands all over her now -- one held her face as he kissed her, the other running up from her bottom to her back, then down over her chest. It paused almost imperceptibly over the fabric covering her nipple. She felt another little jolt of pleasure as he squeezed it softly and briefly. Then she felt both his hands behind her and without warning her dress fell to the floor. Naked in his arms she felt his fingers running over her skin, over the soft flesh of her buttocks, over the sensitive upper thigh where her stockings ended and nakedness started and for a brief moment over the bald sensitive skin where her hair had been.She felt his arms pushing her gently and knowing almost by instinct what he wanted she sank to he knees. Her hands ran over the fabric of his trousers and felt his hard cock beneath. Pulling his belt from its hooks and almost ripping open the zip she struggled to set it free. Finally the trousers and pants were around his legs and his erect phallus was in front of her. Running her long fingernails gently over the length of the shaft and tight scrotum she felt him murmur with pleasure. Her tongue retraced the path of her fingers and softly ran over the sensitive head rewarding her with another purr of pleasure from him. Her lips kissed the red head and slowly she took him in her mouth. Remembering the picture she look up and locked eyes with his as she played with him with her mouth lips and tongue. Expertly she alternated between fucking him with her mouth, softly running her tongue around the shaft and caressing it with her lips -- but with every movement she kept her eyes fixed on his, the contact somehow linking her pleasure to his. She felt him thrusting himself in rhythm with her movements and could taste the saltiness of his juices starting to escape and knew her was close. Expertly she reduced the pressure and movements to prolong his enjoyment. Finally she knew from his eyes he wanted to cum, needed to cum. She cupped his balls in her hand and pulled him deep into her mouth. She felt him squirt hard into her mouth, tasted his thick semen as she swallowed in time to his ejaculation and still she looked deep into his eyes and knew just how strongly he had come. As felt his last pulses of climax pass and his cock start to soften in her mouth she felt is hands pull her face back to his. Kissing her sweetly as she still tasted of him.Releasing her from his arms he led her to the bed. On the way she saw herself in the mirror -- naked except for the stockings and choker, hair already a mess, a bead of sweat running down between her full breasts. For a moment she was self-conscious of her figure, not perhaps what she thought it used to like. As if reading her mind he whispered to her"You look wonderful."She reached out and kissed him again, carefully undoing his shirt and helping him out of the few clothes he still wore. Now naked together he pulled her to him and kissed her harder - his hands again running over her body. She felt his now damp cock against her smooth fanny -- still soft but just starting to twitch with a hint of renewed arousal. Finishing the kiss he stepped back from her slightly."Put this on." He whispered as he picked up a piece of black silk from the bedside table and tied it around her eyes. A blindfold -- tied tightly enough so that in the dim light of the bedroom she was quite blind."Come here." He led her to the bed and pushed her gently so she lay on her back."Just feel. Give your body to me. Let me control your pleasure..." she heard his voice in the darkness. A warm breath on her face, she felt him kissing her forehead, her eyes, and her mouth. Somewhere else a hand, two hands were running over her body as his lips brushed over hers. The hands seemed to know exactly where to touch -- never on her obvious erogenous parts but other areas that seemed linked by hidden nerves to her most sensitive regions. Fingers run around the base of her breasts, down over her naked stomach, around the tops of her legs, down over her knees. Back up the insides of the legs, up towards her moist fanny, gently over the newly naked skin and then up over her stomach over her breasts, briefly all too briefly over her nipples. Again and again his hands traced this course each time a little more slowly, lingering a little longer on those parts she so wanted him to touch. In her darkness she imagined him watching her naked body react to his touches, enjoying her arousal. She wanted him so much, wanted him to know how to please her, and wanted to please him back.His hands stopped moving as she felt a new sensation on her body. A damp softness: his tongue. It traced the same course as his fingers -- she heard him purr slightly as he briefly tasted her juices oozing from between her legs. Back to her nipples -- his tongue running over one softly, teasing the firm erect tissue, a hand rubbing the other one gently. His mouth sucked very softly but firmly. A jolt of pleasure and she groaned in pleasure. She knew he would be smiling at her reaction. His mouth and hand swapped places several times getting firmer, rubbing and sucking that little bit harder. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused -- she wondered if she would cum just from this, but as if reading her thoughts he eased off. The hand softly played with each breast in turn as she felt his mouth move slowly down her body eventually arriving between her legs. The feel of it gently running over her outer lips made her gasp --an even bigger gasp as she felt it firmly probe between them and softly lick her clitoris. His tongue ran around and around her lips, his lips grabbed her lips and pulled gently. Moisture from his mouth mixed with juices from inside her make everything slippery, almost dripping. Her mind became a blur of erotic images and emotions. His tongue moving and probing -- on her hard clit, over her lips, briefly inside her -- she felt rather than heard herself groaning. Her hands played with her nipples -- quite roughly - she needed sensation everywhere. His pace quickened. She felt herself grinding her groin into his mouth. He was teasing her so and now she just wanted to cum. Still he teased, but harder, firmed. Finally she knew he was no longer just teasing -- his rhythm matched her movements and groans turned into little screams.The climax started deep inside her and escaped through her womb, her groin. She felt herself shuddering, pulling her nipples hard as he sucked relentlessly on her clit. For wonderful, timeless moments it washed through her mind and body in a wave of pleasure. As she came his tongue probed inside and she felt herself gripping it with her muscles. As if he wanted to taste every last ounce of her juices as they are pushed from inside her.Slowly but much too quickly the pleasures passed, the exquisite sensations in her clitoris and nipples now almost too sensitive, almost painful. He moved and kissed her mouth. The blindfold has slipped off and she saw his eyes looking into hers as they kissed. She pulled him towards her and they held each other. She felt close to him. As the mists of the orgasm cleared she became aware of his cock pushing against her still hypersensitive fanny. It was hard again. As they kissed suddenly there is a thrust and he is inside her. Hers eyes widened and she smiled at him as if to say -- "I know you want me, I want you." For a moment they just embraced enjoying the feeling of togetherness, then his hips start thrusting slowly and gently. Her body moved in time with his. In a slow crescendo the pace increased. She heard herself say:"Fuck me. Hard. Cum inside me..."His pace quickened and she knew he was close. Murmuring words of encouragement to him as he fucked she felt him thrust harder and harder.His climax was as intense as hers. She felt him squirt hard into her -- his juices surely reaching to every part of her womb. His cock twitched inside and she felt him shudder in her arms, a groan in mouth. She pulled him hard into her as much for her pleasure as his. His thrusts weakened and they kissed softly for moment then he was out of her, his mouth at her sex again. Licking his juices as they escaped he sucked at her re-aroused clitoris. He was relentless and she felt another orgasm building. Her hands griped his head and pulled it to her. He licked, and sucked and moved around and in and out. Faster and faster until quickly she felt it start again. Just as hard as before the orgasm claimed her. She pulled him to her and groaned as she shuddered. It lasted longer even than the first, making her dizzy as it subsided. She was aware he had moved and was holding her cuddling her as she came down. He nibbled her ear and playing softly with her hair. They just held each other I the dark quiet."Yes" she thought, "I am his now" as she drifted off to sleep