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I'm a bit rusty so bare with me, i even thought to leave it mid way. |
It started with a slow afternoon spend working on a closed off, dark room with the interne supervisor. She was covered in a slightly tight, white lab coat, shinning with red curves and bumps that popped even in the near pitch-black room, persuading even more. The desires and mental pictures, the wild and unholy things that popped and lingered in the edge, pushing. In the mist of the visions, time seemed to pass and the world blurred in her, her hips and ass, her slightly out of shape tubby and the pronounce breast pushing against the coat and the plump lips asking, begging to be kissed, to be assaulted of every last breath. And it snapped. The lips were moving and the sound slowly reached the dreaming ears. - Hey, are you listening? Is something wrong? You seemed to be spacing out there. The red light didn’t seem to be enough to hide the flush that rushed his face and he wasn’t able to respond, so he nodded. - That’s better, now come here because you need to remember this mix. As he gets near and sees more clearly, he saw a small flush on her face too, realizing then that she noticed. When side by side, she tried to continue with the explanation but their hands touched in a awkward moment that result in a lingering exchange of glances. She stepped slightly in front of him, reaching for something dipped in a bowl to the corner and a scent, sweet and fruity, pressed on the air. His head reached down slowly, following the scent. As he opened his eyes and saw her exposed neck as the source, he’s face light up. His hands reached firmly and calmly around her waist, supporting her gently and even before she could turn around or ask what was happening, she felt a brush of hair, a steady, warm breath and pleasant, tinkling sensation of kisses on the back of the neck. The first response to that deep, carnal sensation was to smile. The second was to stop this. She reached to his hand and turned toward him, trying to say something but he cut her off. His lips on hers, her brown hazel nut, opened eyes meet his dark blue eyes, flaring with red highlights and the desire became one, melting away the insecurity’s and taboos. Her hands were holding strongly now, caressing and encouraging him to go further and so he dig through the small gaps on the coat, feeling deep on her fresh flesh with little or no restrains. He played a bit on the plump belly, circling the bellybutton, teasing her a bit more, o her hand dug deep in his scalp, pushing him closer for a kiss that ended in a love bite to the lower lip. With his lesson learned his left hand reached under the thin shirt and passed beneath the bra. It was nothing like he imaged and yet so much better; tender, firm and soft. He tried to be careful and gentle but the confusion of the lab coat and the cloth didn’t allow for anything better. The pants the other hand didn’t make that much of fuzz, thank god to fashion. The jeans were loose enough, allowing his right hand to go unchecked, allowing him to explore and find that he wants her so much more. That feeling grew as he teased and played to the sound of her moans and shallow breaths. She tried to reach him but the mix of pulls, slides and humps beneath the coat trapped her. Seeing that he stopped, ripped the lag coat and thrown it to the floor. Now free, she turns to him, then the lab coat and slaps him once, only to launch herself onto him for a kiss afterwards. They touched and felt, they kissed and exchanged long penetrating looks. They got warm, so they got naked in a slow strip tease action where she would undress him and him, her. With the pitch black room now cramming with cloths that tangled in their feet, he picked her up, dangling in the air and dropped her on the cold edge of the metal counter. Her sweaty body shone in red highlights and her pronounced breast revealed an speeding hearth and shallow breath. She leaned back, clearing the table counter of everything that was in the way and then invited him in. He stole a kiss, then a second, only to go down to the neck and follow to the breast. He caressed them, pinched, sucked, licked and teased her nipples. She bended back, grabbed his neck and bitted the ear lightly. He wrapped his arms around her body and dragged it to the edge of the counter. They exchanged “looks” as their body’s brushed, tempting each other to a wet kiss. The throbbing penis, now fully erected, bounced and poked against her, so she wrapped her leg around him and helped it into her. Placing one arm around her and the other under to support her better, he took two steps back and she releases from the counter. Clinging firmly to his neck, her nails dig as he starts to move, gaining momentum, thrusting again and again and again. Their shallow breaths echoed slightly in the closed room, seeming almost like whispers cheering, boosting the hunger for one another. Deep, prolonged kisses ceased only for a chance to breathe and feel it go deeper and quicker. Raced hearths beat in unison as their sweaty body’s rush for an awaited finally. He starts to feel it coming and unconsciously grabs her tightly and she responds with a last kiss that explodes in a mix of flavors and feelings that overflowed to the floor. The moment lingered for a couple of more hours, on the counter, on the floor and against the wall, every corner was a perfect place. It all ended with the two lying on the floor, sweaty and beat, holding each other with nothing to say about what just happened but also nothing that would make them brake apart. |