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Through the Eyes of Love (MF, rom)
Copyright, 1996. By Allan Price.
Comments to Allan.Price@library.anu.edu.au

Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and 
explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you 
are a minor or offended by sexual material, do not continue 
reading.


He opened the door and saw a room in disarray. The walls were half 
painted, the unpainted areas spotted with patches of pale grey 
filler. The old sheets, covering the two pieces of furniture, were 
paint splattered. The bare wood floor was also splattered with 
yellow paint.

A young woman with a paintbrush stood in the middle of the mess, 
facing away from him. She was wearing an old paint stained shirt 
and dusty torn jeans. Both her hair and face were sweaty, dusty and 
paint smeared. His heart leapt in his chest, simply at the sight of 
her. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. A goddess of 
beauty descended to earth. She was even more beautiful than when he 
left that morning. "You're gorgeous! A work of art come to life!"

The woman turned and smiled. "Oh, I am not!" Her smile lit up the 
bare room. He simply nodded, and walked toward her. She shook her 
head, and playfully backed away. Wiped her dirty hand on her cheek, 
smeared it with paint. In a moment her back was against an 
unpainted piece of wall.

The young man placed a hand on her chest, caressing her breast 
through her shirt. The same movement gently pinned her to the wall. 
His other hand pushed a lock of her sweaty hair back behind her 
ear. Taking her chin in that hand, he kissed her passionately. His 
kiss told her he would give his life to spent one single night in 
her arms.

"You know what I like most about this shirt?" He stroked the worn 
stained fabric with both his hands, stroked her breasts and ribs 
through the cloth. She went to say she had no idea. Looking into 
his eyes, she read his mind. "Yes! Yes, I do." She smiled joyfully. 
"It is dispensable." 

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. He took a good grip 
on the front of her shirt, and tore it open. Cloth ripped and 
buttons rattled across the floor. "What exquisite breasts you 
have." He released her shirt, and ran his fingertips across her 
ribs, then along the curve of her breasts to her nipples. 

"I do not." She quickly shrugged off her torn shirt, looking down 
at her bare chest. "They're small and flabby." Bare to the waist, 
she placed her hands behind her head. Meeting his eyes, she smiled 
wickedly. "Certainly they don't deserve to be kissed.". Quickly, he 
kissed each breast, then each nipple. They were small and hard 
against his lips. Licking her nipple, he sucked it into his mouth. 
After sucking and licking one breast, he spent even longer 
caressing the other with his mouth. 

He pulled her arms down, and pressed her hands to his nipples. 
"Take over here. I'm going further down." Laughing, she toyed with 
her breasts, while he kissed his way to her jeans. Squatting, he 
undid the press-stud with his teeth. She laughed, and applauded.

Her lover stood, bowed, and knelt before her. He had more 
difficulty unzipping her jeans with his teeth, but managed it. Her 
shirt fell to the ground. She was not wearing panties. He kissed 
her maidenhead. Sweaty from her work, her smell and taste were both 
strong. "Ambrosia!" He shushed her before she could disagree. 

Pulling the jeans down, he helped her step out of them. 

Tossing away her last piece of clothing, he concentrated on the joy 
of pleasuring this goddess made flesh. With his tongue, he slid 
along the lips which tried to hide her now glistening clit. She 
spread her legs and reached up the bare wall, as the tension built 
inside her. He gently spread her lips. Only his tongue or cock 
ventured into her secret places. Her lover knew she didn't like his 
finger inside her.

Gently, he pushed his wet tongue between her sweetened inner lips. 
He heard sounds and was surprised when he realized they are coming 
from her. She didn't normally make noise, but today she couldn't 
control them. Neither could she control her hips as they buck and 
twist below his lips.

He realized she must have been thinking about him. She gasped and 
fell silent. As if reading his mind, she muttered "I was imagining 
your return, an hour ago. That's why I took off my bra and 
panties." He licked and sucked at her, like a hungry child. Soon 
she squealed with pleasure, and her honey filled his mouth. He 
lapped it greedily. 

When she recovered, the naked woman wrapped her discarded shirt 
around his head. Once he was blindfolded, she began removing his 
clothing. Slowly, stroking and kissing each piece of flesh she 
bared. Unexpectedly, she removed his pants and underwear before his 
shirt and tie. She planned to stroke his cock, then slowly remove 
his shirt, to leave his erect penis swaying in the breeze.

"Oh, yes! Suck it, goddess of lust." At his heart-felt cry, she 
abandoned her plan. She thought his body was as beautiful as he 
thought hers. Considered his cock perfect, as he did her breasts.

The woman kissed the head, and quickly sucked his entire length 
into her mouth.

The End


If you enjoyed this story, let me know. I like feedback.
Allan Price
Allan.Price@library.anu.edu.au
or 38 Waramanga Place
Waramanga Act 2611
Australia

