The Ad

[ThePhoenixMan]

Ad in a local "discreet" newspaper:

ISO married female!
Bored? Frustrated? Lonely? Neglected? Tired of the straight and narrow?
Need something new? Wanna be alive again? Seeking adventure?
Feel special again! Be renewed! Give yourself to me, and experience ALL there is to be!
Discretion guaranteed. No names necessary.
Submit photo, bio, and contact info to Box 69 c/o this paper!

John looked over the ad he had placed in the paper. It was short, cryptic, and extremely vague. That's what made it all the more better! He hoped he'd have a bite or two. His overactive libido was in need of some creative release of excess energy!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Some time passed by, and John anxiously retrieved some of the replies submitted from various women. He was pleasantly surprised to find that there were some interesting possibilities, but he didn't want to jump at the first opportunity.

This was indeed, going to be something special. He was preparing to take this "special someone" on a thrilling roller coaster ride, that hopefully, she'd never want to get off of. He wasn't out to ruin any marriages, but knew that married women presented his best long term opportunity. There were no strings attached, they would remain completely anonymous to each other, yet, hopefully, they would be so linked to each other that neither would, or could give the other up.

Boredom and routine is what ruined John's previous marriages. It was during his second marriage that he realized he was being hit on, and flirted with, moreso when he was married, than when he was single. He also realized that it was married women who did most of the flirting. He couldn't resist the temptation of a one night fling, that ultimately ended his second marriage.

John wasn't against marrying again, but knew he wanted "spice," and keeping some anonymity between the two would raise the mystery, and hopefully heighten the excitement between the two when they could unite.

He filed the few possible leads away, and waited for some more, hoping to find, "the right one!"

 

[SailorCosmos]

Jenna Bladefield
24
married but unfullfilled
no children
5'4"
120lbs
Long Black Hair
Black eyes
Golden Skin

Jenna woke up and sighed seeing her husband once again didn't come home. She got up and went downstairs.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

John opened the envelope containing the picture and eyed it carefully. It was indeed a sight to behold, one that immediately brought a twitch to his loins. The black eyes seemed to capture and hold him, and her golden skin made her look like a statue. However, it was her long black hair that really interested him.

John felt like he should masturbate to the photo, as he laid it upon his desk.

He stopped himself before doing just that. He wondered what this beauty was doing right now. He also wondered if anyone else would reply to his cryptic ad. Could there be someone else? Someone better? Or was this the one? In either case, John was determined to follow through with his plans!

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara Weston
Age:24
Newly wed
Height 5'8, weight 120
32 full B-25-36
dark brown curly hair half down back, liquid honey eyes, gloden skin

Married to a high powered excutive Amara spent most days lounging around in her penthouse suite or shopping. Her husband was rarely if ever home in her 367 days of marraige her husband had spent count them 23 days and nights at home. She was lonely and adventurous which is what had led to her reply.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

There it was! Yet another prospect! This one, much like the other, had eyes that captivated his soul, and a body to die for. Long black hair and a golden body, John was in seventh heaven!

But this one was different! This one showed sophistication! John couldn't tell why, but something in the picture told him that he should pursue this one. He could sense the high class aura surrounding her, and he felt the surge of energy that flowed through his veins as he began envisioning how he would take what her husband wouldn't.

John took her brief bio and contact info, void of any names, and sent off a reply to the address she provided, an equally anonymous PO Box.

No longer will you wonder, for now it is time for you to wander. Meet me at the Regency, one week from today.
Be there by noon, and we'll start your ride to the moon. Check in at the desk as Mrs. Smith.
Waiting for you will be a key. In the room, eventually will be me!

John immediately began setting off to prepare for that eventful first encounter.

 

[prissy_kytten]

On her way home from yet another shopping spree, Amara stopped by the Post office to pick up her mail, quickly sorting through it her heart raced when she noticed the one mailed from the PO box from the discreet ad.

*****

Walking to the penthouse and not even bothering to unpack that days purchases she dropped the other mail on the side table and quickly opened the one that mattered.

It read:
No longer will you wonder, for now it is time for you to wander. Meet me at the Regency, one week from today. Be there by noon, and we'll start your ride to the moon. Check in at the desk as Mrs. Smith.

Glancing at the date she realized that the set date and time, it was just three days away. Her heart was racing, her palms clamy, was she really going through with this??

******

Noon four days later, Amara stood out side of the Regency, her black stiletto's clasped nicely around her perfect little ankle, went click clack as she walk through the lobby. Her slim fitting backless pink and black mini dress swaying with her hips with every motion caused a few to stop and stare as she walked by. She adjusted the sliver chain that hung invitingly between her small but perfectly firmed breast as she walked up to the counter.

"Mrs. Smith to check in, i believe you were expecting me" Amara said to the clerk at the desk smiling at the poor man who was blushing. He handed her the key and gave her directions to her room.

Taking the key Amara walked over to the elevator, stepping in she was between two gentlemen, both had looked at her twice but she did not even bother to foreign interest. Stepping of the elevator she walked to the room, incerted the key and took a deep breath. Pushing the door open........

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

John had sat quietly in the lobby, waiting for "Mrs. Smith" to appear, and check in. He bolted upright as soon as she sashayed towards the elderly clerk, the swells of her ass bouncing delectably up and down, hidden beneath the alluring mini dress. He continued stealing glances, hiding behind the headlines of the local newspaper he had been reading, awaiting her arrival.

He knew it was her as soon as she walked by him. The picture she had sent him did her absolutely no justice. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and he began thanking his lucky stars. He listened to the smooth melodic voice that seemed to sing from her lips as she asked for the key.

John so badly wanted to jump from his seat and run into the elevator, to share the ride to her destiny. However, he knew the wait would well be worth it! He inhaled a deep breath, closed his eyes, and imagined what would happen when she entered the room.

He had already prepared for her arrival, purchasing a satin, fly-away babydoll lingerie set in exactly her size, part of the reason for getting her bio information. He was doubly glad that she looked good in pink, noting that her dress was pink and black. He had the panties and the bow-tied top packed neatly in a decorative box. He also tucked a long, dark, black, silk scarf alongside the sexy clothing. The box, decorated with pink ribbon, and a large pink bow, was placed neatly atop the plush comforter on the king-sized four-poster bed.

On top of the decorative box, was a tiny envelope, within which there was a tiny card. On the card he had written:

Welcome, my sweet!
Soon we shall meet!
For you, I have left this special gift.
Put it on, and give your spirits a lift.
Put the "Do Not Disturb" on the door.
Blindfold yourself, and await for more!

Now all he had to do was wait! It was no doubt, the worst part, but he steeled himself to the task. He waited before rising from his seat. He waited before ascending the floors in the elevator. He waited to see the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the door. He shoved his hand in his pocket, feeling his swelling organ, next to the key he was toying with.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Walking through the door the first thing Amara noticed was how nice the room was, it smelled like freshly picked flowers. Walking in further she headed straight for the bed room, thinking if her mystery man was anywhere it would be there.

It was not so, instead there was a box with a bright pink ribbon and a black silk scarf. Picking up the card on top of the box she read the words out loud.
Welcome, my sweet!
Soon we shall meet!
for you I have left this special gift
put it on and give your spirtis a lift
put the "do not distrub" on the door
blindfold your self and await for more!

Smiling to herself she unwrapped the box, lifting out the little scraps of material in her favorite color, pink. Quickly she stepped out of her mini dress leaving on the stiletto's she placed the dress neatly folded on the chair.

Walking back over to the pink confection she slid on the panties and then the fly-way baby-doll, tying the ribbon snuggly between her breasts.

Walking to the door she quickly peaked out and placed the "Do Not Disturb" sing on the knob.

Heading back to the bedroom she placed the box on the floor and lifted up the black ssilk scarf and tied it around her head snuggly. pulling her long flowing curl out around her face. She climbed onto the fourposter bed and posed.

Alying on her side with one leg slightly drawn up, one arm cradling her head and her hair flowing out behind her and over the pillow.....

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

There it was! "Do Not Disturb!"

The cardboard flyer hung from the shining brass handle. A small lump formed in his throat as he looked up and down the hallway. He produced the key from his pocket, and noticed his sweaty palms.

He couldn't understand why he was like this. Usually he was very much in control. It was that aura that surrounded her. She was so much better than he, yet here he was, moments away from taking her for his own. He pinched the key between his thumb and finger, clumsily, noisily pushing it into the keyhole. The tumblers turned just as noisily as he twisted the key, freeing the lock that held the barrier door in place.

Once more, he drew in his breath and held it as he pushed open the door and entered the sunlit room. He let the door close loudly behind him as he continued in towards the bedroom. Just as he rounded the corner, the lound "thump" of the door matched the pounding of his heart in his chest! The spinning tumblers, clicking in place sealed them within their private world.

There she lay! Like a Playboy centerfold, she was a silhouette, the afternoon sunlight, fighting to make way through the closed curtains, outlined the golden color of her skin. The satin shimmered delightfully, drawing his attention to her beautiful figure. He could see the tiny goose bumps straining to form as she tried to remain in her perfectly posed position.

He took in everything about her, studying every inch of exposed flesh, and the way the outfit seemed made for her to model. No words were spoken as he continued to stare. He couldn't hold back the wide smile that started to form on his face.

He then studied her face, void of seeing her eyes at this point. The blindfold only made her more susceptible, more willing, more available, more under his control. He noticed the full red lips and her flaring nostrils as she drew in each measured breath, slowly letting it out as her chest rose and fell with each lungful of air. The black scarf seemed to complement her long luscious waves of black tresses outlining her face.

He reached out to touch her, merely inches from her before stopping!

Instead, he sat in the nearby overstuffed chair, and watched. He merely watched, waiting to see how she'd react to his presence in the room. Ever so slowly, and ever so quietly, as he watched, he slowly began to strip out of his tailor made suit, folding each piece of clothing, and laying it with her dress.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara heard the key in the lock, the door knob twisting, and the foot steps followed by the slamming of the door, and the lock clicking loudly into place.

Yet there she lay unable to see but aroused at the thought, she knew her was there in the room with her, she could smell him, he smelled crisp, clean, fresh and she inhaled his scent deeply.

For a moment she thought her was going to touch her, she felt a slight breeze almost as if he reached out and then pulled away quickly changing his mind.

Amara her his pants brush against his legs as he took a few steps away from her, were she guessed the chair was. Had he sat down to watch her?? Unsure she slolwy let a smile cross her face, well if he wanted to watch.

Slowly Amara slid her curved leg straight rolling onto her back, and pulling her kness slightly up wards. Strecthing her arms out over her head she gently and slowly acrhed her back up off the bed, pushing her breast up wards while her hips and round bottom pushed into the bed beneath her.

Slowly she slid her tounge over her bottom lip which she then cuaght between straight white teeth, slowly dragging it into her mouth and then releasing it.

She thought she heard his breath catch but that could have been her imagination.......

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

His smile stretched from ear to ear as he watched her wriggle and writhe upon the bed. Was she performing for him? Was it that she already read his mind? Were they already that in synch with each other that no words needed to be spoken for the other to know what the other wanted or desired?

He couldn't answer those questions. It was way too early in their relationship for that to be the case, yet here he was, sitting, watching, enjoying! The way she stretched and arched, her pert breasts pointing straight to the ceiling, her body offered to him, made him wriggle to find a more comfortable position, given his quickly swelling growth, temporarily trapped within the confines of his dark cotton briefs.

Freed of all his clothing, except for his briefs, he continued to sit in silence, reaching down to adjust his thickness, giving it more room to grow as he continued to watch. He had to steel himself on several occasions, wanting to reach out and touch her, but refraining from doing so just yet!

This was the first meeting, the first encounter, and he had hoped there would be many many more. He was determined to stretch things out as long and as much as possible. He didn't want to break the silence, but he wanted her to continue. He wanted her to know that he appreciated her, that he appreciated what she was doing, that she was turning him on.

"Mmmmmmm." It was a low hum of approval. He was sure she could hear it, and he hoped she would understand that he wanted her to continue with exactly what she was doing. If she didn't, he was prepared to take her there, but her initial movements seemed to indicate otherwise.

As her knees drew up his eyes naturally started to focus towards the juncture of her long shapely legs. He wondered if the satin pink bottoms would indicate any of her arousal?

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara heard what sounded like a low moan coming from where the chair was. Thinking that he must be enjoying the show she decided in a heart beat to continue, but what next and then it dawned on her.

Thanking him for the forsight of having king size bed in the room she decided that perhaps he needed to see her from another angle, a sweeter angle.

Slowly stretching her legs back out she rolled over onto her stomach, her arms still stretched above her head she allowed her fingers to dig into the blanket and pillows.

Drawing her knees up under her flat tummy she arched her back towards the matress, her round ass sticking proundly out in the air, parting her thighs slightly so he could glimps her pink panties, she lifted her head to deepen the arch.

She let a slow low moan escape her beautiful red lips, her hair falling down over her back, shoulders and spilling onto the pillow where she gripped them.

straigthening at the knees she offered herself up to him, wondering if he was tempted into touching her, or if perhaps there was more that he wanted.

Amara let her hips slowly grind in circular motion, very provocatively her ass moving slightly as the motion grew deeper, mimaking the motions of sex.

She grew moist at the thoughts of him taking her, walking up and caressing her ass, the thoughts made her moan once agian.

Barley able to contain herself Amara brought one of her hands on the slowl journey down her body, past her round breast, over her curved waist and down her flat stomach. Reaching between her legs she fundled her now wet clit through her panties.

This caused her back to arch more and her fingers to dig more deeply into the soft pillow.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

His eyes widened and his breathing quickened as he continued to watch the unfolding sex show before him. There she was, performing for him, doing just as he wanted her to do. She was showing him every part of her there was to show, and in such a manner that was not only pleasing to him, but apparently also pleasing to her. He couldn't help but wonder if she ever did this for her husband. That thought quickly faded as he watched her roll over and tuck her knees beneath her, sticking her rounded ass high up in the air!

There he now sat, staring at the very same ass he watched jiggling beneath the tight fitting dress she wore when she arrived. He liked this view much better than the one he had before. He nearly jumped out of his chair to join her on the bed when she started wriggling the smooth, golden, taut flesh at him, seemingly inviting him to touch her, to take her, right then and there. It was as if she was daring him not to take her.

His reluctance, patience, and resolve was paying off though! He couldn't stop the hissing, "Yesssssss," that escaped when her hand drifted between her legs, barely able to see the long, manicured finger drawing determinedly over the growing wet spot, slowly changing the color of her panties to a darker shade.

He reached into his briefs and wrapped his fist around his steel pole, feeling its girth, and its hardness as he continued to watch his newfound acquaintance. He was already formulating plans for her, but right now, he wanted to watch her, and learn from her. He wanted to know how she liked to be touched, stroked, and caressed. This was the quickest and easiest way to learn. He watched while slowly stroking his fist along the length of his pole, carefully measuring his breaths, getting excited by her actions!

 

[SailorCosmos]

Jenna sighed as days went by and she never get a response back. She looked in the mirror after a shower one day. Was she not pretty enough. She always thought her Japanese heratige made her exotic and beautiful and she had many boyfriends in her past. Had she been wrong this entire time.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara heard clearly from the chair his "yessss" as it hissed through his teeth. Almost as if he had not meant to say it. She was pleased that he was enjoying the show, her husband never cared whether she was seductive or not, hell he never cared period.

Thinking that perhaps she should take this to the next level, she straightened out from the hips up, still kneeling on the bed her back to him, she lifted her hands over her head. Slowly letting them run down her long hair, over her round form breast, down her flat smooth stomach.

One hand stopped and retraced it journey back up to her breast while the other continued downward and below her panties to explore her moist pussy, and rub ner now excited clit.

Jenna moaned as she squeezed her breast and rubbed her clit, bucking her hips to increase the friction she was causing.

Wenting to give her mystery man a better view she arched her back til her head amost touch her feet tucked neatly under her. Jenna moaned, ehr finger working those wonderful small circles on her clit. Her head shaking, her hair cascading unto the covers.

Deep inside she felt free, uninhibited and wild, like a centerfold, like a real woman.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

The sight of a woman pleasing herself was such a turn on for him. The fact that not only was she doing it for her own pleasure, but his as well, made the moment even more intense. Her ragged breathing, the whimpering moans, and her body's gyrations were real! They weren't faked. To him, it was like she was opening her hidden world of fantasy to him, a complete stranger!

He would have her! She would be his! There was no denying that at this point! However, despite all that, he still wanted ... no needed, to do it his way! He would learn her fantasies over time, and make each and every one come true; but he also would have all of his fantasies come true also!

Here was one of those fantasies coming true before his very eyes. Here she was, his personal Playboy centerfold, revealing herself to him. Revealing, she was, as her knees parted enough to tease him with her sex, her hands roaming over her body, just as she would want him to do. He was learning from her as he watched.

It was an involuntary, natural reaction, his hand stroking along the long shaft, watching as her finger focused more intently on her hidden sex. Her rising and falling chest also tempted him, her hardening nipples just begging for attention.

He could feel his heart beginning to race, quickly catching up to hers, his silent breathing, falling in synch with hers. He was there with her, climbing the mountain towards that ultimate peak. It was impossible for him to stifle the groan that escaped his lips, otherwise breaking the silence in the room.

He methodically shed his briefs, wriggling them down to his ankles, and kicking them free so that they lay on the floor. He now sat, totally nude, oblivious to her as she continued to tease herself, and him!

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara heard the shallow breathing and groans coming from across the room. No longer able to hold herself back she begain to rub her clit more vigerously, the cirlces becoming bolder, her hand squeezing her breast, and tweaking her nipple.

Her moans were coming hard and fast, her body arching more to increase the contact. She could feel her orgasm building, her body glistened with sweet, shivers ran up and down her spine.

Her finger rubbing her tight little bud was no longer enough so she slowly slid her middle finger into her wet slit, rubbing her clit with her thumb, the waves of pleasure rocked her body.

"oooooooohhhhhhhh god, uuummmmm, oooooooooohhhhh, god,"

Amara came hard and long, her back flatening agaist the bed, her feet still tucked under her.

*sighs*

as her hands run leisurely up and down her body causing goosebumps to form all over her.

Slowly Amara straightens out her legs pulling them from beneath her form. Strectching her arms above her head and purrrrrrrrrring like a content kytten. She slowly batted her eyes, even though they were covered she could not help the reaction as a slow smile of satisfaction curved on her beautifully full lips.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

He couldn't believe how hot she was, nor how hot she had made him. His cock was straining, as he watched her cum right before his very eyes. Her first orgasm with him, and he hadn't even touched her. Even moreso, she hadn't even removed her delectable outfit he had picked out for her.

He had originally planned to end their encounter at that point. He was going to leave her, and contact her for their next adventure, but he seemed magnetically drawn out of his seat as he watched her in her post-reverie. Gliding next to the bed he stood over her, watching her lithe body, her nimble fingers dancing over her skin and the satiny fabric. Her face had that warm glow that accompanies a satisfied woman.

He breifly wondered if he should stop himself, but her ragged breaths, seemed to cry out for more. It was as if she was begging him for more. This was merely the beginning!

With his cock waving proudly at full staff, he reached down, ever so careful not to touch her and startle her. He managed to reach past the hand that was lazily fondling her breast, and grasp one end of the satin bow that bound the fabric together.

He pulled until the tension let her know that he was there, standing above her, trying to undo the bow. He continued, slowly pulling, slowly tugging, slowly shrinking the bow until it could go no more, and still be tied. All it would take would be one more little tug, and the fabric would be separated, revealing her luscious breasts for his unobstructed view.

He drew in a breath, just as she had, holding it as he tugged on that end, just one more time. The fabric seemed to slide off her golden skin, exposing the puckered, hardened nub, cherry-red, and ripe for picking.

He released the fabric to let it drape to her side,and barely even touching her, let his fingers dance over her flesh, feeling her skin for the first time. He kept her blindfolded, and explored her torso with his dancing fingers.

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara was so wrapped up in the after glow of her explosive orgasm that she had not heard him get up from the chair and walk across the room.

Her breasts heaving gently from her ragged breathing, felt the slight tension as he slowly pulled on the string holding her body doll tied shut.

Almost holding her breath she waited as he ever so slowly pulled the bow, stopping just at the last instant delaying the inevidable sliding of the silk from her lush round breasts.

And then the final tug, as the silk slid over Amara's mounds she let out a sigh, shivers racing up her spine, the whisper soft feel of the fabric as it grazed over her nipples and down her sides.

When her finally touched her for the first time her body arched up to meet him, trying to increase the feather light touch of his fingers on her nipples.

As his fingers slid ever so slowly down over her ribs, stomach and hips Amara moaned slightly, tilting her head back, and slightly parting her lips, and open invitation for him to explore as her chose.

Digging her nails into the blanket her legs opened and parted, squeezing tightly only to spread once more.

Her body begged to be touched, to be caressed.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

She had teased. Now it was his turn to tease, even though it was more like an exploration. Her movements were an open invitation, albeit a silent one for him to touch more, to touch more firmly, to take her to that level one more time. He was going to respond and give her what she, and he, most desperately needed.

He watched her ragged breathing resume where it had left off, after she realized what he was doing, and realized that he was now there with her, and not in the chair, across from her. His fingers continued to dance across her soft, supple mounds, teasing her flesh so that her nipples stood taut, relishing in the way she arched her back, silently begging for more. He resisted, liking the way she begged, amusing himself with the resolve that the more she begged, the more she'd come back for more.

Back and forth, his hand traversed, from supple mound to supple mound, only delicately brushing over the turgid, darkened flesh of her nipples. His eyes focused on her face as he did so, watching her lips as she took each measured breath. He flickered his fingers along her skin, up to her neck and over her cheeks, moving to those luscious lips, that he envisioned, soon tasting. He traced them with his index finger, watching how she pursed her lips. She was truly a delectable and delicious find, and he was very happy he had chosen her.

Slowly, and ever so slowly, he pushed his finger forward, seeing if she'd resist the gentle prodding, the subtle inuendo of what he was implying. As he did this he also noticed the way she parted her legs, spreading them and then clamping them together, repeatedly. Each time she spread her legs they went further and further apart, another silent invitation, he so assumed.

He focused again on the finger dipping slowly past her lips ...

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara relished in the feel of his soft exploration, although it was torture it was wonderfully arousing and the most sensual thing she had ever experienced.

Moaning softly as his fingers begain to move up from the soft silken flesh of her breasts, up to the curve of her collar bone, the gracefull arch of her neck and then her delicate chin.

Her breath caught once more as his finger slowly traced her lips, a butterfly soft caress, along the bottom lip.

a soft sigh escaped her as his finger slowly prudded her mouth, testing, teasing , slightly dipping into the dewy moistness of her inner lips.

Slowly she licked the tip of his finger, opening her mouth a little wider showing her willingness to explore this latest temptation.

Arching her neck slightly caused his finger to dip even deeper into her hungry mouth. Then she sucked in his finger, moaning as it slid along her tounge.

Pursing her lips she slid her mouth up and down his finger, moaning as his breath caught in the back of his throat, both of them clearly thinking not of his finger in her mouth but of other things, other pleasures they could explore.

Allowling his finger to slide all the way out Amara slowly twirled her tounge around the tip of his finger, then ran her tounge up one side and down the other.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

He took his wet finger and retraced her parched lips, now making them shine and shimmer in the light that still peered through the curtains. He took the wet finger and coated each budding nipple, making them shimmer and shine in a likewise manner before returning the finger to her mouth for more pseudo-play. His movements grew more bold as he continued, repeatedly returning to her mouth, so that she could show him how she'd treat his cock, given the opportunity.

He continued the torment, which only drove him further, running his wet finger over her exposed flesh, slowly working his way down over her quivering abdomen, inching closer and closer to her panty clad sex. He lovingly eyed the way her legs spread open, inviting him to go further, and was amused by the way she'd raise her hips every time he neared that area.

Avoiding direct contact, he'd wriggle his finger beneath the hem and gingerly coax it lower and lower, delighting in the way she wriggled her hips, rolling and twisting so that the satin panties could inch their way over the smooth curves of her hips. Slowly, and as deliberately as he did everything else, he tugged on the sides pulling them lower and lower, imagining the look and feel of the satin as it peeled from the rounded globes of her ass at the same time.

He no longer bothered hiding his breathing and moans of appreciation as he slowly unwrapped his present, revealing her in all her glory. It seemed to take forever, yet he had finally lowered the panties enough so that her sex was visible, swollen and shimmering from her recent self-induced orgasm. He resisted the urge to go in for the kill, rather, taking delight in slowly peeling the panties down the length of each leg, sensing her eagerness to rid herself of the satiny confines, but granting him the pleasure he derived from the process.

Finally she was completely naked, except for the blindfold, and he groaned appreciatively, taking the time to drink in her natural beauty.

He reinserted his finger into that suckling mouth, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked in earnest this time, maybe knowing where that finger would lead next!

 

[prissy_kytten]

Amara was aroused beyound belief, the constent torture the constent teasing, it was driving her mad with desire every part of her begged to be touch.

Every once of her being cried out for the release to come.

And she took it all out on his finger, everytime it left her mouth she would arch to his touch almost as if drawn by an invisable thread.

Everytime he reincerted it into her mouth she sucked it harder, faster, quicker, the moans coming out inbetween gasps for air. Her loverly breasts heaving.

When his finger finally found its way beneath he panty line it was the sweetest agony ever experienced.

Slowly ever so slowly he slid the satin panties, over rounded hips, as Amara twisted and turned, moving in every possible direction helping the satin material to slide more easily over her curves.

And just when she thought she was free he delayed once more by slowly, leisurely sliding the panties down her thighs, over her knees, past her calves and fianlly over her feet.

Amara laid there in nothing but her own long curls and a black scarf tied neatly over her eyes. Being blindfolded did nothing if not increase the arousal she felt.

When he let out the groan deep in his throat she felt herself grow even moister. Her hips bucked and her abck arched, every part of invited him to take her, to have her, to give her release.

When his finger slid bakc between her lips she moaned, sucking it in deeply, forcefully, making love to it with her mouth, thinking of the things to come, of the thingsnot yet descovered.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

As her cheeks hollowed around his finger all he could do was imagine his hard cock, stretching her much wider than his finger, but her sucking just as earnestly. "Soon enough," he thought to himself. But he knew what caused a woman like her to search out a man like him. It was obvious that she lacked the attention a young, beautiful woman deserves. Right now it was all about her. He could wait, but he wasn't sure how long.

Reluctantly he removed the glistening finger from her mouth and traced a long line, beginning at her chin, traveling down along her neck, straight down through the valley between her heaving breasts, her back still arching up, begging for his attention. He continued the line, a straight arrow, down through the exposed taut muscles of her abdomen, grazing briefly over her navel as she lowered back down, only to now press her heels into the soft mattress and roll her hips upward in invitation. His finger continued making a trail, foraging through the small patch of finely trimmed curls, brushing ever so slightly over the central nubbin of pleasure, and continuing onward to trace along the line offered.

His finger gathered the moisture collecting there and spread it deliciously on its return trip back to the tip of her juncture. Over and over again, he repeatedly ran his finger along her slit, feeling it increase with moisture as her moans continued to increase in frequency and volume. The lovely petals were filling with desire right before his very eyes as he continued the torment, delighting in the way her flower was blooming.

His moans were just as loud as hers, as he continued his exploration. With gentle increasing pressure, he retraced his path over and over again, slowly easing his finger deeper and deeper within the walls of her sex. She was wet, so wet that his finger could have easily slipped into the hole, yet he delighted in the teasing, liking the way she writhed, wriggled, and seemingly begged for more.