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I awaken slowly. Light on the window suggests 6.00 am. Dreaming? I used to dream a lot in my youth. I recall the gorgeous lady passing me in the supermarket where I worked before university. Her thighs exposed in the park, bare breasts flashing in my dreams. Ten distant years ago. Ah, the pangs of youth.But the hotness and wetness of last evening, the passion, the fusion, is no dream. Beside me lies the naked allure of Sara. Gazing longingly at her face, not gorgeous, but so delicate, so entrancing, her silken tawny hair across the pillow. I hunger to touch her sleeping form, so close. Those lips that pleasured me readily are slightly parted. Would a kiss awaken her?Yesterday, her unexpected arrival at my front door, brought on a haze of expectancy, of tactile wonder of lips and fingers.God, the memory of it has me hardening. I am so eager for more.Sleep glazed, yet blessing me Ataşehir Escort with hazel light, her eyes open. My mouth touches hers, so gently. Her soft lips move against mine with a brief tickling of tongue tips, as I lift her scented hair, allowing it to gently waterfall through my fingers.I lean against her, lost in the warmth of her lips. My unsubtle pressure against her thigh, makes her break the kiss, eyes widening, and asks, “Are you—?” Her hand offers to journey down.I hold her wrist and tell her quietly, “This is my party. I might let you know when you can join in.” A quick exchange of smiles before lips mesh once more while tongues wrestle gently. My fingers trail delicately over peach-smooth cheeks.I listen for her breath quickening, hear a whispered endearment, as I kiss along the tight tendons of her throat, savour the vibrant Ataşehir Escort Bayan skin of shapely shoulders.Moving from cool enchantment into the realms of a deeper desire, Sara lifts one leg across mine, and flexes it, skin on skin. I trace the rising slope of her delicious small right breast, circle the aereola, gently caressing the waiting nipple.A slight moan escapes Sara’s lips. She tries again to handle my throbbing cock, but I resist her promise, only wanting to give her my gratitude.We had met at a residential publishing seminar six weeks ago and quickly admitted a mutual attraction. With much in common in film, books, and music we talked and talked before we shared an amazingly sensuous final night together.Sara spoke of a need for affection as we lay in the afterglow of that night, capturing a hitherto unknown exhilaration Escort Ataşehir inside me. My own marriage, big mistake, had lasted two years. She did have a husband, who was consistently unfaithful. I was her first betrayal, yet she still admitted an element of guilt.That guilt gradually faded over our two clandestine encounters at what we called our ‘half-way hotel’. The gaps between those joyous sessions could only be filled with my hopeful dreams.But, for now, here is Sara, having travelled over one-hundred miles just to give herself to me, lifting me to a euphoria beyond any dream.Caught up in the thrall of her being here, naked, just for me, I stroke her tenderly. My hand slowly circles her belly. And yes, her breathing quickens as she sighs, “Please, Mark, let me do something for you.”“You think you haven’t already?” I ask, teasingly rubbing my hard cock into her side. My hand nestles down past her groin and warmly plays along the fantastic skin of her inside thigh, where it lies across me. I’m so busy considering my next move that I miss her intent. Next second her fingers are tight around my shaft.“Gotcha,” she giggles triumphantly. ”Don’t worry, I won’t spoil your party.”
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