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Subject: {ASSM} The Quickie (F/M)
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This is a new story, property of me, Barbara B. Please do not repost it
anywhere, even a free site, without first contacting me. I'm easy to reach:
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The Quickie
by Babs
The traffic is terrible. There must be some accident. I hate this
part. All the noise and congestion and smog. All I want is to be in your
arms, kissing you, caressing you. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel.
I've gotten a late start and now I'll be later than ever. Darn. I rush
forward and press hard on the brakes, and then do it again. I'm frustrated
and angry. I shake my head and let out a big sigh. My annoyance is
building. I REALLY hate this part. Damn traffic. I need to get my head
out of this space. I try to focus on other thoughts.
I think about you. I think about your beautiful body -- your warm
skin, your alluring smile, your firm shoulder muscles, those great legs, how
I love your body hair. Then I think about your laugh that's never mean and
always makes me giggle and how good I feel when you're kissing me. I recall
how handsome you looked the last time we were together, standing at a window
with the sunlight bouncing off your naked body. I recollect the smooth,
arched line of your back as you were lying face down on the bed. I begin to
move into a better place. My mind now remembering you, I start to smile
knowing that soon you will push all this craziness and anxiety aside. I
breathe more deeply and grin.
With all this extra time it is now dark outside -- all the cars
crawling forward, the lights looking like a monstrous red and white
millipede. As the autos inch along I rub my palms along the tops of my
legs. I am playing soothing but gently stimulating music -- something by
Annie Lennox. I put one hand on the steering wheel and with the other I rub
my tummy. I'm glad for the darkness as I move my hand up under my shirt,
then under my bra and begin caressing my breasts -- one at a time. I knead
them the way you do very gently at first and then a little more roughly,
rubbing my nipples and making them hard. I massage one breast then the
other. Soon my nipples are firm and my breasts more full. I move my hand
back down over my tummy, into my pants, under my panties, down over my belly
to my pussy. I pitch my hips slightly forward and start to rub my clit.
Mmmm. Feels good. Almost as good as when you do it. I continue rubbing in
rhythm to the music on the radio -- getting her more and more ready for you.
I hum along with the tune and think about you -- about the way your tongue
tickles my ear, the way you hold me close and make me feel cared for, the
way you caress my body exploring it each time we're together as if it were
the first time. And all the while I fondle my clit. I recall your nibbles
on my thighs, the intensity of your passion, the sounds you make when you're
sexually excited, the strength of your hard cock. As I stroke my now wet,
lusty lower lips, I think about your five o'clock shadow at the end of the
day and how I love the way you intentionally rub that stubble over me making
my skin tingle. I remember how you called me today at work, embarrassing me
as you were telling me what you wanted to do to me as soon as we were
together. And then I had to be all professional around my colleagues when
they saw my flushed face and silly smirk.
I alternate my hands on the steering wheel and on my body as I arouse myself
thinking of you. I wonder if you really have saved all that cum for me and
if your balls will be hanging low, heavy, full of your nectar, aching for
me. I long to be with you.
Finally I am at the turn off. I can hardly wait to see you again.
When I hurry into the cabin you're there, shoes off, our love nest made
on the floor with soft blankets and fluffy pillows, the scent of hot mulled
cider filling the room, a welcoming fire glowing in the fireplace. I rush
into your arms and you embrace me, take a deep breath and say, "Hi,
Sweetie." I can feel tenseness in your muscles -- a tight energy that wants
release. I hug you back and kiss your neck. You move your hands along my
back and down inside my pants, grabbing hold of my ass. Feels so good -- to
both of us. You kiss me for the first time. It's a kiss of intense passion
-- your tongue deep within my mouth -- the warm taste of the hot spiced
cider making me even more hungry for you. You lean over and again slip your
hand down inside my pants, over my butt, between my legs, stroking my wet
pussy. I can't see your countenance, but if I could I know you would be
smiling -- a smile of relief because I'm so ready for you. You move your
hand to the front of my pants, inside, down over my belly, through my pubic
hair, opening my pussy and rubbing my clit. Again I can feel your
happiness and eagerness as you raise your hand to your face, lick your
fingers and breathe deeply absorbing my scent.
You lead me over to the counter, turn me around, and push on my back to
lean me over. I put my arms on the counter to steady myself. You pull my
pants and panties down to my knees. I can feel your fingers on my pussy
again and then I can hear you unzipping your pants. You're standing,
holding my hip with one hand as you lead your hard, enthusiastic dick home.
I am so moist that it's easy for you to make a quick serious plunge all the
way inside me. Your movement surprises me because that's not how you
usually enter. It is such a deep thrust that it makes me gasp in sweet
desire and near fear at your power. You then take hold of my hips with both
hands and begin a deep, rhythmic thrusting. Again and again you pull my ass
toward you as you push toward me. I am loosing myself in our lust. I am
beginning to sweat and breathe very fast. I can't see your face but I can
guess that you are alternating between rolling your head back, eyes closed,
smiling and looking down to watch your stiff cock moving in and out of my
wet, inviting pussy -- my ass rippling with each thrust. With the slapping
sound as our bodies smack together ringing in our ears, and your heavy balls
flopping against my clit, I find myself pleading, "Yes. Do me, Baby.
Harder."
Now you take your hands off my hips and lean over me putting one arm
around my lower hips and the other on the edge of the counter to brace
yourself. You begin fucking me even more earnestly, quick short thrusts
that are deep within me -- short, hard pumps -- my body rocking back and
forth with each plunge - bringing both of us to our heights. The explosion
of your cum makes me let out a loud, "Aaahhhhh...." as my pussy starts
pulsating in sync with your contractions. What an incredible feeling.
You take a deep breath, withdraw your happy dick, and stand up pulling
me up with you. I turn around and put my arms around you, and then I move
my hand to your cock which is still firm, if not hard. I wrap my fingers
around him and continue stroking up and down as I nibble on your neck. You
sigh deeply, the tensions from your work and your life melting away, your
muscles releasing their tightness and your energy softening.
"Sorry, Hon," you murmur, "but I needed that."
I smile and chuckle inside at your unnecessary apology -- my need as
great as yours.
We move over to the sofa where you stretch out and I snuggle up to you.
I realize we've said almost no words to one another, but we have spoken
with our bodies. I feel warm and close to you, with your arm around me
rubbing my shoulder. I know that soon -- after we've relaxed and conversed
and laughed -- we will ease over onto the comfy blankets and pillows as the
fire in the fireplace invites us to join in creating our own burning embers.
We will have another, longer, love-making session, and the world's
problems will continue to fall away as we find release in one another's
arms.
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