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IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden
by law to read electronically transmitted erotic
material, please go do something else.
This material is Copyright, 1996, 1997, Uther Pendragon.
All rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of
downloading and keeping ONE electronic copy for your
personal reading so long as this notice is included.
Reposting requires previous permission.
All persons here depicted, except public figures
depicted as public figures in the background, are
figments of my imagination and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
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WRAPPED ATTENTION
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
Part Two: Tuesday
Alex was in the middle of a wonderful dream of holding Tabitha
in his arms when the damned alarm ripped him out of it. He
swore, hit the snooze button on his second flail, and rolled over
to try to recapture a little of the feeling. He rolled into
Tabitha's warm back.
"Are you real?" he asked.
"I think so. What's wrong?"
"The damned alarm clock. It's hard to explain. Let me kiss
you like this. My beard is too scratchy for the front of your
head."
"I'm not really awake yet."
"That's fair. Cuddle here and get some more sleep."
"I'm going to cook you breakfast." She was determined to
emphasize her new status with the man she loved.
"That's fine." Scores of diners had people who were ready to
cook him breakfast. None of them were this cuddly.
She felt his penis jutting between her legs. It felt awfully
hot to her. "Do you want me to push back like yesterday."
He hadn't thought about the morning. It sounded like a great
idea. He added a little lubricant and moved to the right
position. "Now," he said. She moved back a little. Either she
was a little looser in her sleepy state or he was a little
smaller. More of him fitted inside. "Push back once more when
the alarm buzzes again." The comfort of her warm back and sweet
smelling hair overcame the discomfort in his bladder. He kissed
her hair lightly until the clock buzzed again. He could feel her
pressure, but no progress. After a minute, the buzzing got on
his nerves. His motion to shut it off separated them. He patted
her rump. "I have to go, sweetheart. Take care."
When he came out -- shaved, showered, and in his underwear --
he found her in the kitchen, with a hot skillet and a carton of
eggs. "How do you like your eggs?" she asked.
"Sunnyside. Two. Across from you." He got what he asked
for. On his way out, he arranged that any packages for him would
be held in the room behind the desk until he asked for them.
He dictated the Actuarial Department position on pricing
associational groups the first thing that morning. The draft
would go to his boss and be signed by his boss's boss, the
company actuary. His secretary got his keys duplicated on an
extension of her lunch hour. His was spent shopping for more
personal items. He bought the warm robe and the sexiest peignoir
he could find in white. They would gift-wrap and deliver.
Unsophisticated in so many charming ways, Tabitha was much more
sophisticated than he was about art. Dover print books, he
thought, rather than something designed for a coffee table. He
found four that he guessed might to fit her tastes. The book
store sold wrapping paper as well. He wrapped each one
separately after he got back from his lunch hour. That's what
private offices are for, after all.
Alex was not gone more than ten minutes before she ran water
into his enormous tub. The dorm showers couldn't compare with
this luxury. She washed between her legs and then touched the
place he was stretching. For all her words about a gift for him,
she had planned the vacation. Reality was going much slower than
her plan. She inserted a finger and pulled back. Remembering
his wisdom, she stopped just before it brought pain. It seemed
to stretch a little in the hot water. Thoughts of his insertion
excited her. She soon had to abandon her stretching to move the
finger to a higher point. Her climax brought delight inside and
a tidal wave in the water around her.
She climbed from the cooling water to plan their first dinner
at home. When all preparation for cooking was done, she had an
hour to spare. She took a break to clean herself up and to
stretch her entrance once more.
He came home with that evening's restaurant chosen to find
Tabitha ready to serve dinner. The kiss more than made up for
the change in plans.
Over dinner, he asked about the Christmas decorations. "Do
you want multi-colored bulbs or only blue? A tree of blue bulbs
looks both spectral and special, but it doesn't look so
traditional." They decided on blue bulbs but multi-colored tree
decorations.
He ceremoniously gave Tabitha her own set of keys before they
went out. They bought any decorations that she thought they
might need. They found a lovely blue spruce in a lot which
hadn't been picked over much because the prices were on the high
side. They got it up in the freight elevator and installed in
its new holder. He turned himself into her assistant, and she
decided the location of every ball.
Kissing in the room lit only by the blinking lights from the
tree was fun. But, then, they enjoyed kissing in most
situations. Soon, however, kissing wasn't enough. They hurried
into the bedroom.
He hung up his suit coat and tie after the dress, but she
unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed her face. He repeated the
ritual of her bra, and continued kissing her breasts until she
ducked into the bed. Before he could fear that he had frightened
her, she tossed her panties in the general direction of the
chair. He'd spent too long half-dressed, however. "Brrr!" she
complained as he hugged her.
"I'll be warm soon," he said, moving back.
"Better cold skin than no skin," she replied. She pressed
into his renewed hug. The hug brought comfort to her but arousal
to him. "Do you want me to turn around?" she asked when his
erection pressed into her thigh.
"Not yet, beloved. I haven't kissed this side yet." He began
on her forehead, slowly working himself down in the bed as his
mouth sought hers. While their tongues explored each other's
mouths, their hands explored each others bodies. "Please don't,"
he said when her hand wrapped around his erection. "It is much
too early yet." Reluctantly he drew away from her soft lips,
eagerly he sought her firm breasts.
She rolled to her back as his lips pursued her. Her back
arched in response to the sweet suction, her legs spread to
welcome his hand. She tensed to his soft friction upon her lower
lips, but also to the memory of a night and morning of pleasure.
His suction on her nipples excited her, but so did the desire
that she felt pouring out from him.
Feeling her tension under his hand and mouth, he knew she was
close to the brink. He switched nipples to give her a little
pause, and then called on all his skill to guide her over. He
licked the nipple as he slid his finger up her newly-widened
tunnel. He sucked hard just as he brushed over her clitoris.
Encouraged by her gasp, he repeated the sequence twice more.
She relaxed slightly as his mouth moved to her other breast,
then she was penetrated by his finger. The erotic promise was as
exciting as the erotic reality. Particular stimuli on nipple and
clitoris merged into waves of general arousal. The tension was
becoming unendurable.
Ruthlessly ignoring his own heightened desire, he stroked and
kissed her until she was shuddering in his arms.
Her tension doubled, arching her body and nearly blanking out
her mind. Then the tension broke into waves of joy.
He was concentrating on her body so much that he almost joined
her in her release. Adorable when quietly sitting across from
him, this girl was ten times as lovely when her spasms of
pleasure brushed her across his torso and legs. He gasped as the
moment struck her, but maintained his stimulating activity until
she collapsed beside him. Then he could contain his love no
longer and he expressed it to her.
As she came back to reality, lying gasping on the bed, she
heard him crooning, "Oh darling, lovely Tabitha, sweet, sweet
girl. You are so wonderful. You are so sweet. Darling, darling,
I love you." He did love her, she could tell from the arm
arching over her, comforting her without restricting her
breathing.
He fell silent as her breathing eased. They lay quiet, each
unzipping the packet of love that the other had already sent. He
gently kissed her temple, just back of her eye. She turned to
give him a real kiss, then turned back and thrust her hips into
his lap.
"Again?" she asked.
He once more lubricated his cockhead before adjusting himself
so that it was against her entry. "Slowly, please," he said.
Slowly she moved back. Slowly his tip entered her. Very slowly
it reached a new depth. More than half of the helmet was
enclosed as the tension increased. Then she stopped. "Oh
darling," he said. Then, "Did that hurt?"
"No, but I'm afraid more would."
"Then we won't do more. I'm not certain that I can stand this
much for very long."
She worried that it was hurting him, then she understood what
he meant. She thought that changing the subject might help.
"You didn't mind eating at home, did you? I could tell that you
were surprised."
"Surprised and delighted." It had been a good meal, when he
had noticed over the distraction of having her sitting across
from him. "But I didn't bring you here to be my cook. You must
let me take you out more."
"You didn't bring me here at all. I invited myself." She
could feel some added pressure at that comment, as if he had
stiffened more. "I'm not planning to be your cook. I'm planning
to be *our* cook, just as if we were a couple."
"And I plan to take you out. Just as if we were a couple. Is
that fair?"
"It's certainly fair to invite me, so long as you do it far
enough ahead so you don't interfere with dinner plans."
"Would you give me he honor of accompanying me to dinner on
Christmas Eve? Or is that too short notice?"
"The honor is mine." Then his laughter triggered hers. It
was a long time before they could renew their tenuous connection.
When they did, he felt that most of the glans was enclosed.
They lay there for a while in their separate thoughts. "Did you
know that I love you?" he said.
"I kind of got that impression. Which is nice 'cause I love
you too." She yawned.
"Enough for tonight?"
"I think so. I want to be held tighter. Am I being
demanding?"
"You could never be too demanding for my hugs."
Nestled against him, she felt his breath roughen into sleep as
his arm loosened. She enjoyed this embrace for a long time
before she fell asleep herself.
The End
Wrapped Attention
anon584c@nyx.net
Uther Pendragon
1996/12/22
1997/12/18
1998/11/12
2000/12/20
2001/12/24
2002/12/12
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This story carries the codes: (MF rom 1st)
The code, "rom," means that some, at least, of the sex in the story
stems from the love that the characters feel for each other.
For other codes, and how they can help you find the stories you
want, see:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/code/scfr.htm
The Story-Code FAQ for readers.
For another story in which the man rejoices in his partner's
response:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/story/longest.htm
"The Longest Minute"
This story is indexed in the subdirectory:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/mf.htm
Mf: Older Men and Younger Women
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