## Archive-name: tall

From: jha@lfcs.edinburgh.ac.uk (Jamie Andrews)

Subject: tall

Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica

We can't get rec.arts.erotica through the news in the UK, but I hope this can get out to the rest of the world.

I could write a long introduction but I'll just say that I'm usually attracted to short women (for some reason unknown to me) but this is about a tall woman (for some other reason unknown to me). Thanks to a friend for helpful comments.

she is tall and athletic, with short brown hair tipped with a silver tint. the tint in her hair reminds him of women he knew five years ago; it adds an almost archaic touch to her girlish face. her eyes are bright; they dart around the room playfully. she wears a touch of eyeshadow and a touch of lipstick. she licks her lips and they stay wet. he thinks of her pussy lips wet, with the hair around them trimmed short and neat like the hair on her head. she puts a hand to her mouth and bites at her fingernail. the hand is strong, with long fingers, but the skin on it is so smooth. he thinks of her hands stroking his chest, playing with his hard cock, her smooth fingers stroking its smooth skin. he wants to push his cock into her wet pussy lips, rub it against the place deep inside her. he wants her to be sensitive there, so he can please her that way.

he takes off all her clothes first. all her skin is smooth and firm. her pussy lips are glistening, naked with the hair around them trimmed. while he undresses she just sits on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply, watching him. she wants to be passive with him. her bright eyes flicking over his body make him hard. as he walks toward her she gazes at his cock.

he kneels between her legs and they kiss deeply, her breasts and belly pressed against him. he reaches between them and finds her mound and rubs it. it's the first time he's touched her there and she says "ohh". he kisses her neck. she rubs her smooth hands on his smooth chest. she is very wet. he pushes her back onto her back and spreads her outer lips and licks her, sweet and sour and feminine. he spreads her inner lips, slippery and smooth. he teases and strokes her clitoris with his tongue, she is squirming, she puts her hands to his head but he breaks away and reaches around her legs and holds her wrists, and then plunges into her with just his tongue. she struggles against him as he teases her, twists her wrists around in his hands. she moans and then holds her breath and then comes, struggling all the way through it.

she rests, still breathing hard, her muscles working. he watches her. he thinks of her on the basketball court. the spectators can see her bare legs and arms, but none of them have seen her naked breasts, her pubic hair. he thinks of her playing basketball naked, of her walking down a busy street barefoot and naked -- his cock glows with heat, hard against her thigh -- and he knows she could do that with the same dignity and the same eros that she does fully clothed.

she sits up, her eyes still bright, and he stands between her legs. she takes the head of his cock in her mouth and sucks on it gently, gently, rubbing her tongue on the underside. pleasure swirls up through him from her tongue. he feels her teasing the first drops out along the underside. he strokes her hair, feeling the shiny places where the frost is. sometimes her eyes are closed, sometimes looking up at him. she sucks deeper, her eyelids fluttering, her lips leaving little lipstick marks on the smooth skin of his cock. he feels his cock gripped as if by velvet. they pull away from each other and she opens the condom and rolls it onto him, brushing against his balls, looking up into his eyes. they both know how she wants him.

he puts the pillows across the middle of the bed and she lies on them face down, her bottom thrust up, so passive for him. she parts her legs and he can see her pussy, shiny and wet again. he mounts her, poised over her on his hands and knees, and probes for the place with his cock. it takes a long time to find it, but he wants it that way and when he finds it he pushes inside. she is warm and slippery and tight inside. he pushes in as far as he can to feel it down the length of his cock. they move and push and find their rhythm. her muscles grip him in spasms as her body rocks toward him. his elbows tremble with every burst of pleasure. she thrusts her firm bottom against his belly, massaging him there. she rubs her breasts with her hands, her cheek against the bed, and then props herself on her elbows so that as they rock, her breasts brush against the sheets. she just wants him to fuck her and fuck her until she comes.

her hands are clawing at the sheets and she gathers up a handful in each hand, and she holds her breath but this time exhales it all in a wrenching cry, trembling all over. she comes for a long time, gasping, squirming as he thrusts inside her. the muscles of her pussy twitching around his cock send him, and he pushes hard against her, as deep as he can inside, where he comes, feeling his cock pump inside her, his elbows suddenly shaking wildly, unable to support him. he lets himself down on her and feels all her smooth skin against him, and they strain against each other for the last of the orgasm.

he looks at her across the room as she reads. she has a long firm body and a sweet face with hints of make-up. her eyes flick up to meet his; and, seated as they are, fully clothed as they are, not moving any muscle, he gets hard; and he knows she is getting wet.

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