Exposed to the City Lights
Darkness. She staggered across the room, blind to the environment,
guiding herself by touch. Arriving at the window, she peered
through the blinds, allowing slivers of light to glide
across her naked frame. Looking down at the street below,
the Saturday night “party” traffic was making its way into
the city’s hotspots. From where she stood, it was an insane
silence, cars swerving and overtaking, without a sound
to be heard on the 32nd floor.
She released a slow, silent gasp, as she felt his hand slide
around her hips, across her flat stomach, around to her
right side. The touch, ever so slight, but so very strong,
forced her to step backwards into his body. A rain of tender
kisses began to fall upon her shoulder, slowly at first,
but it was not long before the rain became a storm, and both
shoulders and neck were drenched under the down pour. Not
that she noticed, but her hand gripped tightly the vertical
blinds that separated them from the outside world, helping
here to remain upright as her sensory receptors began to
unfold under the barrage of input. She closed her eyes,
and focused on ever kiss, every contact between her skin
and his tender lips, absorbing herself in each and every
moment of pleasure.
Another slow moan released, as another hand slid around
her waist and grappled with her breast. Gently kneading
her flesh, it was not long before her nipple stood strong
and tall, calling for more attention, to be touched, turned,
and tasted. She could also fell him growing along the small
of her back as his own sexuality announced itself.
Releasing her, he moved of, returning only when he had acquired
one of the chairs by the table. Facing the chair towards
the window, he then ventured to the window and drew the blinds
open. The city glowed with a night brilliance that was loud
and consuming. From here, no part of the world below was
hidden from their eyes and, if anyone had been looking,
they were hidden to no one.
Sitting her down in the chair, he raised himself to her,
face to face, and presented to her a deep, penetration kiss,
full of lust and passion, desire and obsession. Probing
mouth to mouth, they explored each other, examining the
other, tongue to tongue. Releasing from the embrace, he
began to follow a pathway down, kissing under her chin,
down her slender neck, and circumnavigating her ample
bosom. Around and around, kisses and tongue flashed around,
touching and tantalizing both breast and nipple. A small
tear welled up in the corner of her eye as he slowly nibbled
at one of her nipples, then gently suckling it inside his
mouth, dancing around and on top of it with his tongue.
He continued… down her chest, her stomach, and down to her
mound. Aroused by the fragrance of her bodily perfume,
he desired to plunge deep and consume her totally. Employing
every ounce of restraint, he held firm, passing by her haven,
and following a line between it and the top of her thigh,
dragging his tongue ever so gently along the crevasse.
He could feel her body go taught with the touch as if she was
trying to control the sensations that were swarming throughout
every fibre of her body. He grinned, knowing that she was
powerless to control herself in the act that was to soon
follow.
She quivered as he avoided her libido, and progressed along
her upper thigh. The intensity was building within her.
She needed release as the tension in her loins continued
to build unabated. Contracting and releasing, constantly
her muscles were in a state of sensory overload. Putting
her hands on his head, she tried to guide him, but he was not
relenting, choosing to move himself out of range, and wander
down her thigh, down her leg, and to her perfectly formed
feet. She was not sure how to feel about someone kissing
her feet, but the uncertainty was short lived as he massaged
them in their entirety. “No more paying $30 at the salon”
she thought to herself as her body sank into a realm of pleasure
that was alien and unknown, but easily accepted.
He enjoyed this; the tease. He knew what she wanted... In
fact he felt he wanted it even more; to consume her, to lap
at her wellspring the juices that were flowing incessantly
down, water falling to the seat of the chair. But for a moment
longer, he was to tease, kissing and licking her feet as
she shuddered and this new sensation.
And then, the onslaught...
Suddenly, she felt him rise up with a quickness that she
was not prepared for, and began to take his fill of her fragrant
balm. At first it was a torrent, as he harshly lick against
her clitoris and between her lips. She could sense the animal
within him, falling into primal carnality as he began her
release. Then he paused, and then ever so gently took her
piece into her mouth and suckled, just like he had done on
her breast; drawing it into his mouth, and pulsing his tongue
around and along her nerve centre, getting into every corner
that he could. Her body was in overload, the sensations
rolling over her with an intensity that she had rarely felt
before. Putting her hands on his head she pulled him deeper
into herself. He released his grip on her, and inserted
his tongue deep between her lips.
She groaned as she felt his tongue enter deep inside her,
drawing more of her juices out for his consumption. His
knack for this was outstanding, as his tongue was constantly
brushing against the allusive g-spot. Over and over again,
spasms wracked her body as she drew closer and closer to
fulfillment.
She opened her eyes. The city outside, so peaceful, so quiet
and here they were, exposed to it all.
She shuddered.
Raising up out of the chair she locked her thighs around
his head as she came into his awaiting mouth. Shudder after
shudder screamed through her body as she released more
and more of her cum into his mouth and onto his face... His
intensity increase, and he began to lap it all up, disregarding
the knowledge that she was making it difficult to breathe.
The one began to incite the other; the more she came, the
more he drank; the more he drank, the more she came. A whole
minute passed until he broke free of her grasp and drew in
one long, loud breath of air. He knelt on the floor, watching
as she came again, then again and again.
He smiled when she finally opened her eyes to see him before
her. It was his turn now...
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