Path: utzoo!utgpu!jarvis.csri.toronto.edu!mailrus!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!uccba!ucqais!bmandell From: bmandell@ucqais.uc.edu (Bob Mandell) Newsgroups: alt.sex Subject: after dinner... Keywords: hot, steamy, warmth Message-ID: <2247@ucqais.uc.edu> Date: 19 Jan 90 02:19:30 GMT Distribution: na Organization: Univ of Cincinnati, College of Business Admin. Lines: 148 Your hands.... It was your typical January Sunday afternoon: slow, lazy, relaxing. They decided on a movie in the afternoon and then a quiet dinner later on. When he arrived to pick her up, thoughts raced through their minds... he: I've been waiting so long... I want her now, not later... she: He looks and smells wonderful, maybe we should skip the movie... he: a little closer now, damn! she moved away again. I don't know if I can wait 'til tonight... she: I want to kiss him soon... They went to the movie anyway, both wishing they could lie next to each other. He wanted to see her warm body in pale light. She wanted to feel his whole body covering hers. But for now, these could only be thoughts. Dinner was a SULTRY affair. They lingered over each bite of food. Everything took on a new sexual meaning. More wild and sensuous thoughts prevailed in each mind. He began to wonder if he could wait the rest of the evening for what he hoped was to follow. She began to think of ways to entice him, also hoping that her fantasies would soon be quenched... After dinner... After dinner, they strolled to the car, arm in arm, thoughts meshed together. As they drove around the city, the night air became colder. She wished he would hold her and keep her warm. He tried to think of a subtle way to put his arms around her. Having found a suitable place to get out and "see the view", she moved closer to him. His heart was beating so fast, it felt like he had run a thousand miles. Instead, his mind had leaped ahead a thousand minutes. ..................sigh..................... As she turned around to say something to him, the pale moonlight caught her hair in a reflection, and his breath was taken away. He tenderly pulled her to him and passionately kissed her. It was long, wet, and very slow. She felt as if she had been lifted off the ground. His hands gently massaged her back and then moved down to her sides. Her waist was small but was very much in the distinctive hourglass shape of a woman. A tiny moan escaped from her as his hands brushed across her breasts. She could feel a sudden rush of warm (warmth) in her underwear. She wanted him desperately but afraid to tell him. He felt her shiver and pulled her even closer to him. For an instant, both had a faint glimpse of what they hoped might follow that evening. (Take a deep breath...) The place that he had driven to was in the country and very secluded. No one ever came here and certainly not on a Sunday night. He pulled away from her lips and looked into her eyes. They were full of desire for him. He went back to the car and removed three blankets which he had only put in there in case of severe cold. He took her hand and led her to a nearby tree. There, he spread out one of the blankets. Willingly, she lay down on this one. Without hesitation, he joined her. They lay there, on the ground for what seemed to be an eternity simply staring into each other's eyes trying to read the other's thoughts. He moved closer to her so that she was lying on her back\ and he was leaning over her. His hands outlined her soft face. She closed her eyes and let herself drift... He could see that she was relaxed and decided that she would be willing to do whatever came next. His hands moved down to her shirt. He could see the edges of her bra and he traced them. She, (being the SENSITIVE type) felt another rush, this time more acute. He could tell that she was ready for making love but he wanted her to be on the EDGE firsst. Using his LEFT hand, he unzipped her jeans. His hands, moving slowly but with a destination in mind, caressed her mound (couldn't think of a better word). By now, she was nearing the point to which she could not and did not want to return from. Her breathing had become very heavy and rapid. The sound of her caused him to become hard. His fingers moved up, inside her. She felt like she was ready to explode. She buried her head in his neck as his fingers moved faster and faster, imitating what she hoped would be there soon. He began to whisper to her, in hopes that she would become even more excited. She did. Her hips began to match the speed and rhythm of his fingers and he decided that it was almost time. He pulled off her shoes then jeans. The rush of cold air made her want him even more. She took his shoes and then his pants off, all the while massaging his penis. He began to make faint noises which only encouraged her. Gently, She took his penis in her mouth and used her tongue to excite him. She tasted the warm liquid that slowly oozed out. Several times, she was so full of him that she almost had to take a breath. But she didn't. She wanted to taste all of him and she wanted him to let go completely. He did. (Take a VERY deep breath) She moved back up to him and saw the glaze over his eyes. She had succeeded. He was more than ready... She whispered to him that she wanted him to make love to her now...here...He motioned for her to roll over on her stomach. She looked at him with surprise but then a smile crept over her face... He moved over her and used his finger to stimulate her clitoris, which she had wanted him to do so badly before. As she raised her hips slightly off the ground, he met her and thrust himself into her in a fit of passion. She cried out his name when he entered and he pulled out just enough to feel the friction this created and then thrust himself back inside. She moved her hips around to help them both feel everything... His finger most faster which made her moan continuously until she came.... He came soon thereafter but they didn't stop. He had not felt all that he had wanted to and he wanted her to be even more overcome with passion. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- For those of you who are "ON THE EDGE", I wanted you to make up the rest of the story.... for real or in writing...... Wanting to be Out of Control Wanting you to be In Control Sincerely, Breathless but Ruthless