kiss4_2
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I wrote this rough draft based on a chat conversation. It is not really finished and I may never finish it. I just wanted someone besides myself to read it. Since the Big Guy isn't into erotica the peeps at lit are elected! thanks for taking the time!
"Are you wet?" You ask. I'm sitting in my desk chair, leggs spread. You are kneeling between my thighs. Your lips are almost touching my panty covered pussy. You breathe out and your warm breath raises goose bumps on my thighs. You look up into my eyes, "Are you?" You pause for a second, looking at my panties. "Are you wet?"
"Yes," comes out as a whisper. My pulse is pounding. My hands are in your hair, urging you closer.
You sit back on your heels, my knees on either side of your shoulders. "Show me." You take one of my hands and kiss the finger tips, then you place it on the edge of my panties. I grasp the edge and pull them to the side. You reach forward and stroke a single finger over my clit.
"You're wet for me." The finger withdraws, making me wimper in protest. You look into my eyes as you lick your finger. I feel myself get even wetter. "Take them off," you command. I lift my hips off the chair, my pussy coming closer to you. I hook my thumbs in the waist and drag them down. As soon as they are around my thighs you remove them the rest of the way. You keep them bunched in one of your hands. I sit back on the chair. The other hand urges my thighs further apart.
You take my hand again and lick the fingers, placing them gently at the top of my pussy. "Touch yourself," you direct. My fingers glide gently over my clit. Your empty hand circles one of my ankles, lifting it and placing my foot on your shoulder. "I want to watch you make yourself come. Touch your clit the way you want my tongue to." I feel hot alover, your words adding to my excitement. I stroke lightly over my clit again then circle it. I continue to brush my fingers up and down, watching you watch my hand.
You are breathing harder and your cheeks are flushed. I can see the ridge of your cock pressing against your zipper. You spread your knees, I assume to relieve some of the pressure.
"Put your fingers inside your pussy," you direct. I do as you say, my hips rising slightly off the chair. "Imagine it's me, stroking in and out." Involuntarily my other hand goes to my breast and my fingers stroke over my nipple. I have two fingers inside and my thumb is stroking back and forth over my clit. My hips are moving in rythm with my fingers.
Your hand is still around my ankle, squeezing gently. The hand with the panties still crushed in your fist comes up to rest on my thigh. Your breathing is just as labored as mine.
"I'm so close," I say, closing my eyes.
"Look at me," you command. I look at your eyes as they drift over my body. Suddenly, I'm coming. The explosion rolls over me like a wave, arching my back and forcing a cry from my lips. My fingers slide from my soaking wet pussy. You lean forward and lick my fingers where they are resting on my thigh.
You lean back onto your heels again and say, "You are so fucking hot."
"Are you wet?" You ask. I'm sitting in my desk chair, leggs spread. You are kneeling between my thighs. Your lips are almost touching my panty covered pussy. You breathe out and your warm breath raises goose bumps on my thighs. You look up into my eyes, "Are you?" You pause for a second, looking at my panties. "Are you wet?"
"Yes," comes out as a whisper. My pulse is pounding. My hands are in your hair, urging you closer.
You sit back on your heels, my knees on either side of your shoulders. "Show me." You take one of my hands and kiss the finger tips, then you place it on the edge of my panties. I grasp the edge and pull them to the side. You reach forward and stroke a single finger over my clit.
"You're wet for me." The finger withdraws, making me wimper in protest. You look into my eyes as you lick your finger. I feel myself get even wetter. "Take them off," you command. I lift my hips off the chair, my pussy coming closer to you. I hook my thumbs in the waist and drag them down. As soon as they are around my thighs you remove them the rest of the way. You keep them bunched in one of your hands. I sit back on the chair. The other hand urges my thighs further apart.
You take my hand again and lick the fingers, placing them gently at the top of my pussy. "Touch yourself," you direct. My fingers glide gently over my clit. Your empty hand circles one of my ankles, lifting it and placing my foot on your shoulder. "I want to watch you make yourself come. Touch your clit the way you want my tongue to." I feel hot alover, your words adding to my excitement. I stroke lightly over my clit again then circle it. I continue to brush my fingers up and down, watching you watch my hand.
You are breathing harder and your cheeks are flushed. I can see the ridge of your cock pressing against your zipper. You spread your knees, I assume to relieve some of the pressure.
"Put your fingers inside your pussy," you direct. I do as you say, my hips rising slightly off the chair. "Imagine it's me, stroking in and out." Involuntarily my other hand goes to my breast and my fingers stroke over my nipple. I have two fingers inside and my thumb is stroking back and forth over my clit. My hips are moving in rythm with my fingers.
Your hand is still around my ankle, squeezing gently. The hand with the panties still crushed in your fist comes up to rest on my thigh. Your breathing is just as labored as mine.
"I'm so close," I say, closing my eyes.
"Look at me," you command. I look at your eyes as they drift over my body. Suddenly, I'm coming. The explosion rolls over me like a wave, arching my back and forcing a cry from my lips. My fingers slide from my soaking wet pussy. You lean forward and lick my fingers where they are resting on my thigh.
You lean back onto your heels again and say, "You are so fucking hot."
