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Cooling Off
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Cooling Off
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"In the bathtub, honey," he called as the door slammed. "My, you look cool," she said. She didn't look cool at all, and her face had a mask of dirt except around the eyes. "Care to join me? The repair man is backed up until the day after tomorrow." "Don't mind if I do." She stripped off her office clothes efficiently, almost ignoring him. Yet the process was every bit as sexy as any show intended to arouse. First she removed her blouse and bra, and her breasts swung free as she bent to deal with skirt, shoes and pantyhose. Removing the panties revealed her bare mound. Then she turned to the medicine cabinet and its mirror. "Ugh," she said. "I thought that you looked kind of cute, like a raccoon in reverse." She was leaning over slightly, looking closer at her reflection. This view was even cuter. Her ass was pushed a little outward; he could glimpse her pussy through her slightly spread legs. She soaped up a washcloth. "Bring that here." She handed him the washcloth and climbed between his legs in the tub, her back to him. The glimpses of all her parts in motion stiffened him despite the cool water. Her shiver within the circles of his arms and legs increased the effect. As she leaned back against him, he washed the grit from her face. He handed her a large plastic mug. "Fill this with hot, please." She barely needed to bend forward to reach the faucets. He poured half the mug over her hair and began to rub the shampoo in. Her position leaning against his chest wasn't efficient -- his own chin kept getting in his way. But having her in his arms was much more important. And he loved her hair, loved running his fingers through it, rubbing the shampoo into every lock. Finally, he rinsed. She filled the mug for him; he poured and combed for her. She adjusted the cold faucet and the drain so the water level was nearly constant. Then she leaned back in his arms for a rest. He stroked her slowly -- there was no hurry. Her nipples were hard under his fingers, he was hardening against her back; but they were mostly drifting. "You won't believe this," she said after a while. "Hm?" "I'm starting to get chilly." "I," he said, "can think of a fun way to warm up." She got out first, and they toweled each other off. "Race you to the bed," she said while he was rinsing the last shampoo bubbles down the drain. Laughing, she ran to the bed and jumped into the middle before he could really start moving. They kissed when he caught up to her. The air already felt like a warm blanket over them, and they needed no other. Slowly, his mouth trailed down her neck and shoulder to her breast. He missed her taste, but the nipple was as responsive as ever. Then he kissed the underside of her breast. "Stop!" she cried, "I'm so ticklish there." "I know," he said, and nibbled the underside of the other breast. She kicked for minutes while he held her down with his hand on her smooth mound. Then she tickled him with her fingernails on his ass cheeks and on the back of his thighs. He gave up and moved out of her reach. That brought him to her thighs. He kissed the tops for a minute, then moved between them. Here, finally, he could taste her rather than the soap. He teased himself as much as her by staying on the thighs and then on the smooth mound. "Inside!" she pled and spread her legs to invite his tongue into her pussy. He could resist her words, but not her aroma. He spread her lips with his tongue and lapped up the nectar he found there. He circled her clit with his tongue, returned to the nectar, circled the clit again. "Please," she said on his fifth or sixth circle. When he did finally lick her clit, she stiffened and pulled on his ears. "Inside," she said again. He licked there once more, and moved up her body. She raised her legs and reached for him. He watched her face as he entered her hot cunt. She began with a studious frown, as if setting him in her entrance was a technical problem. Her eyes widened as he pressed slowly into her, the lids moving apart as the cunt lips did. She gave him a smile when he had filled her completely, welcoming him home. When she had wrapped him in her legs, he moved in and out. He was trying to prolong the action, but she would have none of that. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me hard and fast and fierce." He sped up, thrusting into her with more and more force. Her hands slid down his back to his ass, pulling him into her. "Coming," she said, "... now." And come she did, her pussy gripped his cock just as her hands gripped his hips. He drove into her spasming pussy a few more times, and then he came too. They lay together, hugging, gasping, and -- especially -- sweating. "I'm all hot again," she said after a minute. "Honey, you have always been hot," he replied. |
The End Cooling Off Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 2001/06/05 2002/01/31 2004/03/03 This story was written in a conscious imitation of the style of Dulcinea, a great contributor to alt.sex.stories who died some years ago. Another such story is: "Windmill Saga" Other such imitations are listed in: Dulcinea Tribute Another couple appear in: "Chocolate Fudge Sunday" This story is indexed in the subdirectory: Wedded Lust The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |