My submissions always tend to be a few pages, since I like to give some background and develop the characters.
But with this story, I decided to leave all that out.
I leave it up to you, dear reader, to imagine the back story of the characters, if you so desire. You can decide what they look like, where they are, how they know each other, etc.
Or you can just imagine the event described and take it for what it is, a brief erotic encounter.
I have ideas for another chapter, maybe 2, if this is received well.
I hope you enjoy this, and as always don't forget to vote and feel free to comment.
Thanks ;->
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"What are you doing here?" She asked nervously. He walked up to her until they were nearly touching before he answered, "Oh honey, you know exactly what I'm doing here." Her pulse raced from his low seductive tone, the meaning of his words and the nearness of his body.
He reached out and placed a warm hand on the side of her face. She leaned her head into his touch, even as she said, "You shouldn't. We can't."
"Shhhh." He whispered as he softly used his fingers to tuck her hair behind her ear, then drew his hand down behind her ear. His fingertips dragging slowly down over her jawline to her neck, softly caressing her.
Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing as his hand found the collar of her shirt and followed the fabric down to the first button. Their eyes were locked as he undid the button, and his fingers grazed her slight cleavage as he moved down to the next one.
He smiled at the fact that he found no bra. He hadn't expected to find one, and he loved being right about these things.
As he wordlessly opened her shirt, his fingers still the only contact between them, her tongue came out and licked her lips, as if her mouth had suddenly dried up and she was searching for moisture there.
One by one the buttons of her blouse were undone, until it hung limply from her slender shoulders. She trembled as he dragged the fingers of both hands up her body, just inside the open shirt and then spread it open, his fingertips tracing her collarbones.
When her shirt slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor behind her, she bit her lip, trying to control her shaking body.
He broke eye contact then to look down at her nipples, he was pleased, but not surprised at their hardness, and the color rising up across her chest.
When he placed his hands on her hips and leaned in and kissed her neck she gasped and craned her head aside. Giving him access to her neck and throat without thinking.
He hummed his gratitude as he kissed her neck, then nibbled her earlobe. The vibration of his lips against her neck giving her a thrill.
He kissed her neck, then her throat as she leaned her head back, her eyes closed and her mouth open as her breathing increased.
He kissed her chest, working gradually down to the swell of her breasts. He continued to kiss her titties, back and forth randomly between them, all around but not touching her swollen nipples as they poked out towards him, begging for attention.
Finally, finally, he swirled his tongue around one, then the other puffy areola. She made a mewling sound in her throat that made his hard dick twitch inside his jeans.
He sucked one hard, swollen nipple into his lips and grazed it with his teeth. She gasped and he sucked harder, causing her to make her sexy noise in her throat again, but louder now, her mouth agape.
He ran his hands, feather light, over her slender waist and belly. He could feel her quivering and hear her passion building in her whimpering. Her hand rose to his head and pulled his face against her chest, encouraging his mouth to suck her hard.
He abandoned her sweet tits then, and dropped to his knees and moved his mouth to her stomach. Kissing his way down even as his hands moved up to replace his lips on her aroused nipples. He pinched and twisted them, just hard enough to make her squeal.
He kissed her narrow waist and the swell of her hips, across her midsection and licked inside her belly button before moving off again, to her other hip.
His kissing moved down again until he was stopped by the denim of her pants, then moved across her belly again, as if looking for an opening to move lower.
His hands continued to roughly maul her tits and she leaned back against the counter, gripping the edge for support. Her head rolled back again as she stared at the ceiling without seeing it, she was lost in her arousal.
He paused his kissing and looked up at her, his hands leaving her enflamed nipples and slipped down her waist, moving gently again, as if they were not the same hands that had been handling her breasts.
Her head rolled forward and their eyes met again as his fingertips dipped just inside her waistband at each hip and traveled across to meet in the middle, at the button that held her pants together.
They continued to stare into each other's eyes, reading each other's emotions as he undid the button and slowly, ever so slowly pulled down her zipper.
Her eyes told him that even though she should stop him, she couldn't, as she wanted it too. His eyes said that he didn't care that they shouldn't, he had to do this.