A Gentle Interlude
by Kyrah Jade Kayles, the BlueMyst
11/15/03
Story themes: straight, couple, vanilla?

The sun slowly sank under the horizon line, a sight to behold in any light.
Orange, yellow and red mixed together to paint a beautiful picture, and in a
way, an ending. The day was over, and now the night could come out to play.
And as the old saying goes, the freaks come out at night.

Sharia watched the sunset every day, staring out into the open space.
Nightfall always made her happy. Because only under the cover of night could
she see her lover, Bryce. By day, they could only make small chatter and taunt
each other, but at night she would would him such a pleasure...

Sharia turned away from the window, and walked across the bedroom floor to
stare at her reflection in the mirror. Though only twenty-five, she felt old.
To her, her long dark brown locks weren't bouncy enough. Her ample chest and
wide hips made her cringe, and her long legs just made her upset. To her, she
didn't look good anymore. It seemed as if every single man was still chasing
after that fresh-out-of-school girl, which put her way out in left field. She
had a few lovers here and there, but nothing as concrete as the dreams she
heard the young girls chatter over in the park.

Sharia's reverie was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. She whirled around
fast, feeling worried...then paused, and smiled widely. It was Bryce! She
reached out to hug him, looking up at him warmly.

Bryce was a tall man, around 6'3". His dark brown hair was neatly trimmed, and
really brought out the green of his eyes. His square jaw made him look sterner
than he should have been. His body was just right -- not too muscled, but no
one could call this man 'fat', though he had a good layer of padding to work
with.

Bryce looked at the clinging form quietly. Only at night could he see Sharia,
and already she looked..unwell. But, for a fleeting second, this turned Bryce
on. To him, Sharia was beautiful enough, but when she reached out for
him...she became vulnerable, something that could easily be used. Bryce
blinked a few times, and the thought faded. He parted his lips and began to
speak.

"Sharia...are you well, dear?" he asked innocently, moving his hand to her
side, rubbing in slow circles. He enjoyed the slowness of this gentle little
interlude, but below the gentle caresses lurked urgency. He took Sharia's hand
and pointed
to the bed, and smiled down at her.

Sharia felt a rush of color rise in her cheeks. While she had slept with Bryce
before, every meeting was..different. Every night session of lust was like a
foil covered chocolate coin, something to be unwrapped slowly and savored,
because you never knew when you'd get another taste. She settled back on the
bed, and looked up at Bryce. "If there's something on your mind...let it out."
She grinned as she spoke the words, trying her hand at being 'naughty'.

Bryce moved to unbutton the row of pearly buttons from Sharia's sheer red
dress, staring intently at her body as he revealed more, inch by inch. He felt
her sure hands unbutton his blue shirt, the fingertips softly prodding at his
chest. It drove him insane the way she was in bed, as if she was unsure if she
could truly let herself go. He removed his pants so she wouldn't have to, and
then he was still, waiting on the next move of Sharia's.

Sharia felt a pause, and looked at Bryce, unsure but yet, aroused by that.
Bryce had undid the dress, and the silken fabric fell away, revealing every
inch of her flesh to Bryce's appreciative eye. She fought the urge to cover
herself back up, and instead parted her legs a bit, giving Bryce something to
look at.

Bryce couldn't wait too much longer. He moved back a little, and moved his head
between Sharia's legs. He felt the sudden twitch from Sharia, but now that he
could smell the sweet musky smell from Sharia's sex, he couldn't help but run
his tongue between the two lips, tasting the creamy little river of her
pleasure with glee. He made a happy sound, a soft rumble in the back of his
throat, and heard Sharia's heavy moan. He was pleased. As the intensity of her
moan rose, he could taste more and more of her juices, and it turned him on.
He continued on, slowly easing his tongue inside her warm little passage,
until he could slide back and forth without her muscles tightening up around
him. He kept going until he could feel Sharia tensing up, and then he stopped,
smirking up at her, emerald eyes twinkling.

Sharia peered down at him, and moaned, "But darling, I'm so close..." She saw
Bryce rise up, grasp his member firmly in hand, and guide it to her moist
passage. She breathed deeply, trying to hold on. An idea struck her, and she
rolled Bryce over somewhat, so that she could now be on top. Bryce didn't seem
upset by the move, but welcomed it, adjusting a bit, and he whispered, "Care
for a ride, darling?"

Sharia began to move again, guided by Bryce's steady hand on her hips, sliding
up and down Bryce's shaft with ease. It was easy to get lost in the heat o the
moment, and Sharia didn't feel the need to try to justify any of these
sensations...like the way Bryce's slick shaft slid easily in and out of her
sopping wet passage, radiating warmth all through her body. Or the firm grip
of his hands on her hips, his face signaling how close he was to his own
climax.

Bryce couldn't help but grin. This was what he wanted most: to watch Sharia
unravel into the naughty woman he knew was hiding under the surface. He slowed
down his thrusts, trying to drag the moment out. But with the way Sharia was
moaning, it was difficult to hold on...
"Oh..Shari...I'm going to cum..I can't hold on anymore!" He closed his eyes and
let himself fall over the peak.

Sharia could feel his hot cum rush inside her already tight hole, and she loved
it. She kissed Bryce passionately, letting her tongue wrestle freely with his.
She looked at his face, the way his eyes twinkled mischievously. A break of
the kiss meant an end to the coupling, and Sharia was more than happy to spend
the rest of the night in Bryce's arms.

Bryce reached out and turned off the small light, and held Sharia close. 

All was still.
