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Geschreven door: At00micAsh Categorie: Fantasie Label(s): Geschreven door vrouwen, Jong, Older Male / Female, Reguliere sex The Way it is Now Ch 5 The kiss becomes harder. More urgent for both of them. “Oh, Sarah”. He pushes the words out between belt lashes of tongue. She can only moan into his mouth. She pants, clawing at his jacket. He moves to put her down. She grabs hold of his lower lip in her teeth. Through her clenched maw she speaks acidly “Dont you dare” Option number two it is then. He moves from the center of the room. Trapping her back against the wall with his chest. She clings to his shoulders as he moves their crotches apart far enough that he can get his hand in. Unhinging his belt. Then his closure and getting his zipper down. He pushes his pants off of his hips. His underwear follows. Freeing his cock. He hasn’t shaved his pubes for several days now. Leaving his groin prickly, like sand paper against her tender skin. Her cunny is tight but thoroughly lubricated. He slides his length into her with a steady, almost aggressive movement. She moans and bights his shoulder where she had managed to get his coat collar open enough to find bare skin. “Weren’t you wearing panties?” She lets his shoulder go and giggles before answering him. Eyes locked intently. “I left them in the car as a gift”. She pants heavily. Whimpers, and suffers an orgasm. It doesn’t squirt. It floods their crotches. They both become sticky. She hasn’t had enough to drink so her fluids are tangy sweet as the odor fills the air. He pounds into her more resolute. The slip-smack sound of his pistoning cock in her fills the room. Echoing off the bare walls. He grunts she squeals “Yes Daddy! Fill my cunt. Give me the good stuff.” She cums again. Clamping his tool like a wet vice. He rams home again. Bumping her cervix and holding it there as he unloads his own depleted load into her depths. She sighs as his manhood deflates. Drops her legs from around his hips and laughs with glee for a moment. Suspended between him and the wall “Okay Philip. (finally remembering his name) you can let me down now. We need to shower.” He lets off his weight. She slips to the floor and pulls her top off in a flourish. She throws it into the corner. He can only stare. Slack jawed at her nubile teen form. Her Chuck Taylor low tops fly one by one. A sock hitting him in the face. “towels” is all she says. Her skirt follows the polo top and she grabs the purple hard case. Entering the bathroom. She marvels at the wooden slat floors warmth under her bare feet. He finally breaks his trance. Tearing his eyes away from the not quite 5 foot, perfectly sculpted body. Long enough to get undressed himself. He follows her into the bath and closes the door. On a rack behind it are several stacks of terry cloth varying in size. All fluffy like an expensive hotel. She turns to him. The over sized kaboodle. Is open on the vanity. She holds a lufa, body wash and shampoo. She looks him over as he turns on the shower and steps aside. A four foot oval of warm water immediately starts to fall in gentle but fat drops from the ceiling mounted rain head. He silently shows her how with excessive movement how to turn on the hidden wall mounts. More water flys out from hidden fixtures in the two stone walls. Filling the nook with moisture. Everything positioned so the water does not spray outside the three sided shower stall. They wash each other in silence for several moments before she finally speaks. “We’re going to have to do something about that gravel pit of a crotch you got there. If you want to fuck me again like that.” She gingerly applies soap from her hand; to the small road rash caused by his course pubic stubble, that has appeared on the sensitive skin between her thighs “Sorry” he says sheepishly. “I wasn’t expecting several sexual interludes in twenty four hours” She giggles. Then says on a mock serious tone. “I have wax in my kit. If you want to try” He steps out of the stall in playful fear. Then exits the room to fetch his shaving equipment. Once He returns, he grabs the small teak stool from under the towel rack and pushes a single button on the wall. All the water flow is cut off. He opens a small wood faced door beside the shower controls and pulls out a hosed faucet. “This is a Japanese style Bath.” he explains. Ushering her to sit on the stool. He then warms up the water from the hose and sprays his neathers Handing her the nozzle and razor before applying shave butter to his crotch. “It cost me a small fortune but as you can see it’s efficient. And a lot of fun if you have a partner” they both giggle as she proceeds to task. Once both have been thoroughly washed and dried. He moves her bags into the spacious closet and leaves to dress. She moves to unpack what she can of the carry on totes, as looks for the Columbus Blue Jackets team jersey style tennis dress she wants. The Number 31 and the name Tugnut imprinted on the back Slips it on. Then retrieves another pair of ankle socks to wear. With her things in a pile of dirty. Another of fold ups. The some that already have hangars. Sarah gathers a pile of dirty laundry from the much bigger pile into her arms. She finds Philip routing for a takeout menu in the kitchen as she gives a throaty noise. He looks at her then some what embareassed again, says Follow me. They enter the hall and he pokes a small brass button not exactly hidden in a wood trim along the wall closer to the master suite than her own door. A hidden opening appears. And he slides the extra large pocket door back to the side, revealing a large laundry station. He stands back to allow her to give her room. Snorting at the irony he sees watching her. She turns to look at him, a questioning look on her face. “Tugnut? Seems to suit you I think” then he laughs quietly at his own joke. She throws a pair of dirty panties at him. “DON’T HATE! Ron was a wonderful goalie from the Jackets first seasons. I’m not old enough to have seen him play live. But I like watching old games, and yes! I’m very good at tugging nuts!” reaching out and grabbing his package playfully 1 You might like one of the following stories: Much needed excitment(11 minuten)Fantasie - Bondage, Dierlijk, Geschreven door vrouwen, Threesome This is just something I have had stuck in my head in parts so I decided to put it down for others to enjoy. The Titchester Chronicles - The Law Firm (3)(20 minuten)Fictie - Autoritair, Drugs, Dwang, Girls / Female, Humiliation, Mind Control, Plasseks, Werkplek Mrs Haggerty rose, wiping the piss off her face and out of her eyes. 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