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07 Eylül 2023, 02:23
I sometimes see this mental picture where I'm sitting behind a man with my legs wrapped around his body. He is facing away from me and I don't know how we got to where we are. But in the picture it's a dark'ish room, with a fireplace. The smell in the room is rich with burning wood and the scent of sex. I was kissing the mans back, shoulder blades and I had my arms wrapped around him and lightly touched his stomach, down to just past his belly button and then back up to the middle of his chest. He remained relaxed and just enjoyed the attention.
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The couple had been together the afternoon, they walked in the mountains and they held hands but they didn't talk much. They went back to the cabin and at the door, he went to open it for her, and as she mouthed "thank you" to him, he caught her eyes and put his hand on her arm. He wouldn't think of grabbing her, because he knew it would be wrong. So as he put his hand out to touch her arm and their eyes met, he asked her to wait, to stop, to just stop moving for a minute. She hadn't all day when they were hiking. Even when they stopped to rest a time or two, she stayed in motion, not inviting more than hand holding. But, in the door, she did stop. She saw the want in his eyes. He hadn't said, "wait" or "stop", he just looked it into her eyes.
He leaned his back against the door frame and he pulled her gently to him. She looked down but he touched her chin, urging her not to. She was scared. She stayed scared all the time. Scared to let anyone in. Scared of being hurt. Scared of being rejected. She looked slowly up, from his chest, to his neck, his chin, his lips and then into his eyes. She saw a lot of hurt there too and she ached for him. Hurt people recognize other hurt people, when they truly look at other people. Not always from their actions or behavior, but from their eyes.
She didn't feel his hand slip around her waist till she felt him pulling her closer to him. He kept his fingers lightly under her chin, but she was no longer trying to look down. He kept them there because he liked the feel of her skin. She held his gaze as his lips touched hers. She took a slow, deep breath when his tongue touched her top lip and when she let out that breath it came in the form of a low, quiet sigh. He teased her, lightly. More desire than he thought he could hold back but he knew, if he scared her, the moment would be lost. The fingers that were under her chin moved to the back of her neck and into her hair. His hand and fingers went up her neck and he closed his fingers on a handful of her hair not hard, but not entirely lightly either.
She let herself lean against him, there in the doorway. She felt flush, and hot and her breath quickened. Her body was reacting to him, regardless of her fears. As the kissing became more intense, she let her hands touch his body. Lightly and on his chest and arms and neck...her eyes were closed but she blinked fast and opened them. She was intoxicated by his touch, she was amazed at how her body was reacting to him...she wanted to go inside. She gently put a finger to his bottom lip and he opened his eyes to look at her.
He could feel the heat coming from her body. He imagined her pussy getting hot and wet and in the same thought, he imagined her in a panic, pulling away from him. She did pull away from him, but not in a panic. She eased back away from him, in the direction of inside the cabin. He grabbed the keys from the door and pulled it closed behind him. He locked the door and sat the keys down on a table next to the door. She was standing on the backside of the couch. It separated the entryway from the living area of the living room. The fire he had in the morning had died down and was just orange embers in the fireplace. He wondered what to do. He wanted to rip her cloths off and be inside her right that minute but then again, he knew this was probably a one time deal, so he wanted it to be a memory they both could look back on.
He took the step towards her and took one of her hands into his and walked her around the couch and he said to her, "stay here for a sec while I put some wood on the fire?" He didn't wait for an answer, he let her hand go and turned to stoke the fire and add more wood. It wasn't cold but there was a chill in the air.
She waited for him. She watched him and the way he moved. She noticed his hard dick pressing against his pants and she noticed that he wasn't awkward about it. That he didn't try to hide it or even seem to notice it at all. She closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of the cabin. And before she opened them (often she is prone to getting caught thinking with her eyes closed these days) he was in front of her. She didn't startle or jump but simply stood and let him wrap her in his arms. He pressed against her and kissed her neck. She liked that and made a quite noise as she ran her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. His body was warm and she wanted him.
She had set in her mind that she would not ramble and she would not be shy. He ran his hands down her shoulders and along her side and slowly started to pull her shirt up from the Trabzon Escort (http://www.trabzonescortbayan.org) back. She lifted her arms and let him and bit her lip worrying about her body and what he would think. Some people would have said, "well, its not like she's deformed or something" but being as big as she was in the chest often made her feel that way. She was self conscious and worried about her appearance. He did not mess with her bra, rather, he touched her skin and kissed her neck and chest and kissed his way down to the top of her jeans. He briefly looked up at her as he unbuttoned them and unzipped them.
He hadn't noticed but she wasn't wearing panties. She rarely did, panties got on her nerves. She stepped out of her shoes and lifted her legs for him to pull the jeans off. When he did, he put them on the top of the couch with the discarded shirt and he began to take his cloths off. She stood by the door and watched him and she didn't feel exposed or nervous at all. Men are funny like that, they can be nekkid and not care. She smiled at that fact and he joked that she was laughing at his body. She mocked him about the Pam
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The couple had been together the afternoon, they walked in the mountains and they held hands but they didn't talk much. They went back to the cabin and at the door, he went to open it for her, and as she mouthed "thank you" to him, he caught her eyes and put his hand on her arm. He wouldn't think of grabbing her, because he knew it would be wrong. So as he put his hand out to touch her arm and their eyes met, he asked her to wait, to stop, to just stop moving for a minute. She hadn't all day when they were hiking. Even when they stopped to rest a time or two, she stayed in motion, not inviting more than hand holding. But, in the door, she did stop. She saw the want in his eyes. He hadn't said, "wait" or "stop", he just looked it into her eyes.
He leaned his back against the door frame and he pulled her gently to him. She looked down but he touched her chin, urging her not to. She was scared. She stayed scared all the time. Scared to let anyone in. Scared of being hurt. Scared of being rejected. She looked slowly up, from his chest, to his neck, his chin, his lips and then into his eyes. She saw a lot of hurt there too and she ached for him. Hurt people recognize other hurt people, when they truly look at other people. Not always from their actions or behavior, but from their eyes.
She didn't feel his hand slip around her waist till she felt him pulling her closer to him. He kept his fingers lightly under her chin, but she was no longer trying to look down. He kept them there because he liked the feel of her skin. She held his gaze as his lips touched hers. She took a slow, deep breath when his tongue touched her top lip and when she let out that breath it came in the form of a low, quiet sigh. He teased her, lightly. More desire than he thought he could hold back but he knew, if he scared her, the moment would be lost. The fingers that were under her chin moved to the back of her neck and into her hair. His hand and fingers went up her neck and he closed his fingers on a handful of her hair not hard, but not entirely lightly either.
She let herself lean against him, there in the doorway. She felt flush, and hot and her breath quickened. Her body was reacting to him, regardless of her fears. As the kissing became more intense, she let her hands touch his body. Lightly and on his chest and arms and neck...her eyes were closed but she blinked fast and opened them. She was intoxicated by his touch, she was amazed at how her body was reacting to him...she wanted to go inside. She gently put a finger to his bottom lip and he opened his eyes to look at her.
He could feel the heat coming from her body. He imagined her pussy getting hot and wet and in the same thought, he imagined her in a panic, pulling away from him. She did pull away from him, but not in a panic. She eased back away from him, in the direction of inside the cabin. He grabbed the keys from the door and pulled it closed behind him. He locked the door and sat the keys down on a table next to the door. She was standing on the backside of the couch. It separated the entryway from the living area of the living room. The fire he had in the morning had died down and was just orange embers in the fireplace. He wondered what to do. He wanted to rip her cloths off and be inside her right that minute but then again, he knew this was probably a one time deal, so he wanted it to be a memory they both could look back on.
He took the step towards her and took one of her hands into his and walked her around the couch and he said to her, "stay here for a sec while I put some wood on the fire?" He didn't wait for an answer, he let her hand go and turned to stoke the fire and add more wood. It wasn't cold but there was a chill in the air.
She waited for him. She watched him and the way he moved. She noticed his hard dick pressing against his pants and she noticed that he wasn't awkward about it. That he didn't try to hide it or even seem to notice it at all. She closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of the cabin. And before she opened them (often she is prone to getting caught thinking with her eyes closed these days) he was in front of her. She didn't startle or jump but simply stood and let him wrap her in his arms. He pressed against her and kissed her neck. She liked that and made a quite noise as she ran her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. His body was warm and she wanted him.
She had set in her mind that she would not ramble and she would not be shy. He ran his hands down her shoulders and along her side and slowly started to pull her shirt up from the Trabzon Escort (http://www.trabzonescortbayan.org) back. She lifted her arms and let him and bit her lip worrying about her body and what he would think. Some people would have said, "well, its not like she's deformed or something" but being as big as she was in the chest often made her feel that way. She was self conscious and worried about her appearance. He did not mess with her bra, rather, he touched her skin and kissed her neck and chest and kissed his way down to the top of her jeans. He briefly looked up at her as he unbuttoned them and unzipped them.
He hadn't noticed but she wasn't wearing panties. She rarely did, panties got on her nerves. She stepped out of her shoes and lifted her legs for him to pull the jeans off. When he did, he put them on the top of the couch with the discarded shirt and he began to take his cloths off. She stood by the door and watched him and she didn't feel exposed or nervous at all. Men are funny like that, they can be nekkid and not care. She smiled at that fact and he joked that she was laughing at his body. She mocked him about the Pam