TatyanaErszebet
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- Joined
- Nov 30, 2001
- Posts
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We landed on the Meditteranean safely and comfortably. He arranged for a limo to pick us up at the airport and out luggage was waiting fro us when we got to the hotel. After we got settled we went out for dinner. We swept in like a gust of wind. Waiters rushed back and forth setting up a table, just for the two of us, on a private balcony.
Candles and the full moon were our only light. Chilled Champaign waited for us, along with hot shrimps and boiled butter. The atmosphere was romantically perfect, but all that held my thoughts was Josh. He only looked away from my face to continually fill my glass. We didn’t say a word; we just looked at each other and exchanged thoughts. I dropped my sandals under the table and my freed toes played around his ankles. His hands held both of mine until he reached to feel my chin and cheeks. His puppy dog brown eyes seductively bore into mine, reading my thoughts, giving me suggestions. Amazingly erotic.
His fingertips lightly danced across my lips, occasionally slipping in between them. My foot traced up his dress pants until I tickled his full erection. He sucked in air, fighting to breathe silently. I smiled devilishly and played with a little more pressure. I was wearing a short white slip dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline by Versache. I was adorned in diamonds; my dark hair was full and silky. As if on cue, my right strap came loose from my warm and tanned skin. I caught Josh’s eyes flicker down to my bare shoulder. He looked back at me and gave a soft laugh when he saw I was watching him. I chewed the inside of my lip when his smile disappeared. He looked back down at the strap I hadn’t yet fixed, his eyes moving unbearably slowly from my shoulder, collarbone, then up my neck, my jaw line, pausing at my slightly parted lips.
He then continued to the tip of my nose all the way up to my attentive eyes. His breath caught in his throat again as he inhaled. I was finding it hard to control my breathing. I could see his chest was rising and falling continually quicker, my heart was beating faster and faster. I could barely contain my physical excitement. His erection was growing stronger, impatiently pushing again his fitted pants. My eyes grew wider, we may be in a public restaurant, we may have a waiter who comes onto our private balcony without warning; but we also had a love seat next to the table, and a loose, thick white curtain that hung from the doorway. Josh followed my train of thought. My eyes met his and we barely had time to form smiles of agreement. We were up out of our chairs, and met in a kiss before out bodies were around the table.
His hands grabbed my face on either side, his tongue passionately invading my mouth, kissing me with more depth than ever before. My hands, with equally as much force, were clinging to his cheeks and jaw line. He tasted so good, so purely Joshua. My lungs trembled out air as I sighed in exited tremors. His hands escaped my face and expertly jumbled onto my shoulders, he pushed off the remaining strap and massaged my skin. My hands, too, left his face and struggled against his belt buckle and zipper. I freed him; it launched itself out of captivity into the warm night air. I hungrily stroked him just as his fingers lifted my skirt. We were glued together, stimulating each other, trembling, sweating and enthusiastically guiding ourselves to the promising love seat. I fell onto my back, Josh already grinding against me.
I was dripping, throbbing with ache. There was no time to tease me, no time to make me beg. He wanted me too much to play. My skirt was up over my hips for a split second before he entered me. Satisfaction swept wetly over me as the familiar feeling of ecstasy spread. I saw the male passion of conquer take over his eyes as he entered me, I was his thirst quenched at seeing me below him. Feel sexual bliss at his hands. Seeing a fire explode on my face, my mind reacting, my hips rising and lowering to accommodate his thrusts. My mouth open to accept his kiss, my eyes blazing with passion and hunger, my face flex and contract with his every movement. My hands grasping at his back; his shoulders; anything solid so I could dig my fingers in, allowing me to enjoy his physical presence all the more.
Feeling his body move up and down over mine, feeling him dig deeper and deeper, opening a new me. Our feet twisting around each other, trying to find something strong to push against. My hands moving to his head, my fingers knotting into his hair. Out tongues twirling and dancing together, our breath mixing, out timing exact. Our bodies feeding heat to each other. The thrill of knowing the waiter could walk in at any second. His skin and mouth muffling my cries, his soft grunts into my neck, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful, he was growing harder and harder with excitement. He was stroking the right spot inside me; I could feel the urgent build up, my muscles tightened harder after every thrust, guiding him to continue pleasing me. Wetness spilling out of me and onto to him. The wind was blowing in, fresh from the ocean, we smelled of sweat and fresh salt air. My muscles became stronger and stronger, he became harder and harder.
The pressure built up until he had to thrust even harder for any movement at all. His eyes were closed tight, his face muscles contracting, the air barely escaping his lips, my muscles steel and dripping wet. My legs tightening around his body, our whispers lost in the wind until finally he slid in stimulating me to the point of orgasm. I closed around him, smothering him until I forced him to cum. We closed out mouths around each other, claiming all cries. Our bodies gave quick spasms, twitching, clinging to one another until the excitement healed, out sweat cooled and we looked at one another.
Tiny smiles of mutual understanding exchanged. Just then the waiter walked in. His eyes widened a little; his cheeks blushed. He cleared his throat and in his native tongue excused himself. He afforded us a knowing smile and did not return for another ten minutes.
Candles and the full moon were our only light. Chilled Champaign waited for us, along with hot shrimps and boiled butter. The atmosphere was romantically perfect, but all that held my thoughts was Josh. He only looked away from my face to continually fill my glass. We didn’t say a word; we just looked at each other and exchanged thoughts. I dropped my sandals under the table and my freed toes played around his ankles. His hands held both of mine until he reached to feel my chin and cheeks. His puppy dog brown eyes seductively bore into mine, reading my thoughts, giving me suggestions. Amazingly erotic.
His fingertips lightly danced across my lips, occasionally slipping in between them. My foot traced up his dress pants until I tickled his full erection. He sucked in air, fighting to breathe silently. I smiled devilishly and played with a little more pressure. I was wearing a short white slip dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline by Versache. I was adorned in diamonds; my dark hair was full and silky. As if on cue, my right strap came loose from my warm and tanned skin. I caught Josh’s eyes flicker down to my bare shoulder. He looked back at me and gave a soft laugh when he saw I was watching him. I chewed the inside of my lip when his smile disappeared. He looked back down at the strap I hadn’t yet fixed, his eyes moving unbearably slowly from my shoulder, collarbone, then up my neck, my jaw line, pausing at my slightly parted lips.
He then continued to the tip of my nose all the way up to my attentive eyes. His breath caught in his throat again as he inhaled. I was finding it hard to control my breathing. I could see his chest was rising and falling continually quicker, my heart was beating faster and faster. I could barely contain my physical excitement. His erection was growing stronger, impatiently pushing again his fitted pants. My eyes grew wider, we may be in a public restaurant, we may have a waiter who comes onto our private balcony without warning; but we also had a love seat next to the table, and a loose, thick white curtain that hung from the doorway. Josh followed my train of thought. My eyes met his and we barely had time to form smiles of agreement. We were up out of our chairs, and met in a kiss before out bodies were around the table.
His hands grabbed my face on either side, his tongue passionately invading my mouth, kissing me with more depth than ever before. My hands, with equally as much force, were clinging to his cheeks and jaw line. He tasted so good, so purely Joshua. My lungs trembled out air as I sighed in exited tremors. His hands escaped my face and expertly jumbled onto my shoulders, he pushed off the remaining strap and massaged my skin. My hands, too, left his face and struggled against his belt buckle and zipper. I freed him; it launched itself out of captivity into the warm night air. I hungrily stroked him just as his fingers lifted my skirt. We were glued together, stimulating each other, trembling, sweating and enthusiastically guiding ourselves to the promising love seat. I fell onto my back, Josh already grinding against me.
I was dripping, throbbing with ache. There was no time to tease me, no time to make me beg. He wanted me too much to play. My skirt was up over my hips for a split second before he entered me. Satisfaction swept wetly over me as the familiar feeling of ecstasy spread. I saw the male passion of conquer take over his eyes as he entered me, I was his thirst quenched at seeing me below him. Feel sexual bliss at his hands. Seeing a fire explode on my face, my mind reacting, my hips rising and lowering to accommodate his thrusts. My mouth open to accept his kiss, my eyes blazing with passion and hunger, my face flex and contract with his every movement. My hands grasping at his back; his shoulders; anything solid so I could dig my fingers in, allowing me to enjoy his physical presence all the more.
Feeling his body move up and down over mine, feeling him dig deeper and deeper, opening a new me. Our feet twisting around each other, trying to find something strong to push against. My hands moving to his head, my fingers knotting into his hair. Out tongues twirling and dancing together, our breath mixing, out timing exact. Our bodies feeding heat to each other. The thrill of knowing the waiter could walk in at any second. His skin and mouth muffling my cries, his soft grunts into my neck, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful, he was growing harder and harder with excitement. He was stroking the right spot inside me; I could feel the urgent build up, my muscles tightened harder after every thrust, guiding him to continue pleasing me. Wetness spilling out of me and onto to him. The wind was blowing in, fresh from the ocean, we smelled of sweat and fresh salt air. My muscles became stronger and stronger, he became harder and harder.
The pressure built up until he had to thrust even harder for any movement at all. His eyes were closed tight, his face muscles contracting, the air barely escaping his lips, my muscles steel and dripping wet. My legs tightening around his body, our whispers lost in the wind until finally he slid in stimulating me to the point of orgasm. I closed around him, smothering him until I forced him to cum. We closed out mouths around each other, claiming all cries. Our bodies gave quick spasms, twitching, clinging to one another until the excitement healed, out sweat cooled and we looked at one another.
Tiny smiles of mutual understanding exchanged. Just then the waiter walked in. His eyes widened a little; his cheeks blushed. He cleared his throat and in his native tongue excused himself. He afforded us a knowing smile and did not return for another ten minutes.
