"Okay," Jim smiled in to her face, the word dripping with enthusiasm.
"Okay," She emulated his enthusiasm, "well, it was good to see you again!" No matter what the situation Kris was always exceptionally cheery. She excused her self and he watched her go. He couldn't believe his luck to run into her, even for a few minutes. He went about his business with thoughts of her buzzing in his mind all day.
Finally, Jim's favorite part of the day was upon him, he was home and everything he had to do was done. He changed, got in to bed and turned on the television.
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Kris was curled up in her bed at home comfortably and going over the day in her head. Thinking it over she thought about how in the second half of her day she was much happier. She had seen Jim. She took a deep breath and shone a big smile to her pillow. She'd almost forgotten what he looked like before today; it had been much too long. She felt she was getting a bit aroused thinking about him. Her smile turned into an impish grin.
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Jim noticed that he didn't even know what he was watching; his mind was elsewhere. He'd been thinking about Kris. He remembered the way she looked, the way she moved when she walked. Was she ever sexy, he thought to himself. The image was very vivid in his mind and he began to notice that he had a significant erection. He let his mind slip in to a fantasy; he imagined wrapping his arms around her, kissing her. His kisses moved lower passed her jaw, her neck, pictured her breasts. Jim's thoughts shifted to her nipples. He played with them, using his fingers, his lips, his tongue.
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Kris's nightclothes were in a heap on the floor next to her bed. Her fingers were at her nipples. She rubbed them feeling them harden and then she started to pinch them. She drew a quick breath in every time she pinched her nipples and quietly moaned when she switched back to rubbing them. She imagined Jim's lips on her nipples, sucking on them, his tongue licking and his teeth nibbling. While this did feel good there were more urgent matters. Her hands slid downwards over her stomach, passed her navel and one rested on her thigh while the other fell between them. The tips of her fingers moved along her lips, mimicking the actions of what she imagined Jim's tongue to be doing. He licked up and down her lips and then pressed lightly with his tongue so he could lick between them. At the end of one of his strokes he brushed across her clit, she gasped and her hips jolted involuntarily. Every one of his upward strokes that followed would end this way.
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Jim was really into his fantasy by now. He was imagining going down on Kris, licking along her lips and just barely grazing her clit whenever his tongue got near it. He kissed her, and then continued with his tongue. He focused now on her clit and changed his technique constantly the way some car alarms change their tone. With a little breathless communication they settled on the way she liked it best. He would slowly lick her clit starting at the back of the top of his tongue, when he neared the tip he would use it to flick and then repeat with the smoother underside of his tongue. Kris's breathing was heavy, deep and labored not to mention quite loud. Her hips were rising and falling rhythmically and pressing her flesh against Jim's lips and teeth while his tongue worked over the nub. Her voice joined in with her breath of it's own accord. Every exhalation turned into a softly pronounced "haaaaw" as she climbed higher. Jim closed his lips around her clit now alternating between sucking and his previous licking. A voluntary moan escaped her lips now, a jerky sound that almost could have been mistaken for a laugh if heard out of context.
"Oooohhh, Jim." They both knew how close she was getting, "You're making meee-eā¦" As she said that she crested the hill of orgasm and, free from gravity, she flew down the other side. With the momentum from flying down the hill and the assistance of Jim who was still licking gently, she soared over many waves.
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