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The Rolls And The Pipe Ch. 05 free porn video
Welcome to Chapter Five!
Before I go on, please remember that Lit.com is an adult orientated site, so if you’re not 18 or older, vamoose.
I got inspiration to write this chapter while reading a story by ‘impressive’. While Impressive’s writing style isn’t my favorite, this individual writes fairly well. I suggest that you go read!
I have been realizing that my writing style is a bit heavy, and I apologize for that – I’m trying to do better!
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Kaiser’s Perspective
As Paige stepped close in to me I wrapped my arms around her and held. She rested her head against my chest and folded her hands together behind my back. I stood with my legs apart as she squeezed tighter in to my body and I ran my hand across her shoulders and the other down to the small of her back.
Her head was tucked just below my chin and I breathed in, taking in the scent of her shampoo and perfume, sorting out the chemical smells from Paige’s own unique odor. I breathed in slowly and steadily, keeping my arms locked against her back. As I inhaled Paige was slowly becoming pressed between my arms and my body, a combination of intense strength and soft comfort. I had been told I was a champion hugger – but it was only because I enjoy hugging.
We stood there for a long, long time, Cleopatra and Machiavelli twisted their tails around our legs and pawed our thighs as we held one another. I ran my right hand slowly up and down Paige’s spine, feeling the wool of her sweater, counting the bumps down her spine, getting my hand tangled in the mass of ebony curls hanging to her rump. I wished then that I had a third hand.
Paige’s Perspective
I entered his arms, feeling a bit apprehensive. I knew that his story had been hard to tell, and he needed a hug. I didn’t know how he would take it – I was a stranger, and he had said that he didn’t like people. He said that he was uncomfortable around women. Would he push me away?
His body was tense as I pressed my body against his. He was a big man, but he was not seriously overweight. He was comfortable to hold, though I needed to stretch to get my arms around him. When I let my head fall to his shoulder he relaxed and brought his hands up. His arms surrounded me as I felt his muscles bunch and shift under my cheek, and I gasped as his hands slipped smoothly under my hair and around my body. For a long time he just stood there, feeling me against his body. Then he started to breathe.
He moved his head down so his mouth was next to my ear and I felt his beard tickle my head. Slowly, oh so slowly, he inhaled. I didn’t know that a body could hold so much air! His arms seemed to tighten around me as his diaphragm and chest expanded. I was pushed into his chest and arms as he breathed my scent, my face cushioned by the padding on his body. When I thought that I was about to be squashed by his body, he slowly exhaled, tickling my neck with his breath. Kaiser moved one hand and I squeaked – thinking he was about to let me go.
But no, that was the last thing he was going to do. He used his right hand to smooth the wrinkles in my sweater, counting my vertebra as he went. He made small circles with his fingers, applying different levels of pressure to my back muscles as he went, sending small shocks through my body. Kaiser flattened his hand against my back and started to rub gently up and down my back before tightening his grip on me again.
A small ‘yeow – schnickikikk’ came from our feet and I started. Kaiser’s hands pulled away from my sides as we looked down. The Siamese looked irritated.
I laughed nervously and looked at Kaiser from under my eyelashes. His mouth twitched and his eyes twinkled.
‘Sounds like it’s time to feed the cats,’ he said, softly. ‘Did you want me to send someone for your things?’
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It was not until later that night at supper that I asked what he meant by ‘feed the cats’. He smiled and refused to comment, saying that the comment had a lewd connotation that was inappropriate for a lady’s ears.
Kaiser pushed his chair back and crossed his ankles in the isle. He started fishing around in his vest and pulled out a pipe and a round tin of tobacco. A small silver-tipped rod and a box of matches were arranged neatly on the table beside him. I watched in fascination as he opened the tin, dipped the pipe into the tobacco, and packed it down. He did this three times before raising the stem to his lips. He lit a match and walked it around the tobacco, pressing it down with the little silver thing. He puffed a bit and lit another match.
Kaiser noticed me watching just then, and looked up at me as he touched the match to the tobacco again, a small smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. His glasses mirrored the light of the match and made him look slightly sadistic. He blew the match out in a puff of smoke and settled deeply into his chair with a contented sigh.
‘What are you thinking?’ I asked.
‘Do you really want to know?’ That was his returning question that he asked every time I asked a question about him.
‘Yes.’ I answered as I always did.
‘I’m sitting here, having just finished a good meal, with a good pipe, in a comfortable chair, with an astonishingly gorgeous woman. I think that I’m relaxing a little bit.’
Oh. Wait! I thought. He called me gorgeous! It was the first compliment he’d ever paid me – well, of that nature, anyway. I blushed.
Kaiser smiled a little and closed his lips around the stem of his pipe. I breathed in the aroma of the smoke and sighed, settling my elbows on the table. I watched as his eyes closed slowly as he enjoyed the pipe. Every once in a while he’d huff and breathe in deeply, like he had when we’d hugged.
”On land, on sea, at home, abroad, I smoke my pipe and worship God,” muttered Kaiser. ‘Johan Sebastian Bach.’
‘My great-grandfather used to smoke a pipe,’ I said.
‘Really?’ he asked, his eyes staying closed.
‘Uh huh. He used to pick me up and put me on his lap. He’d let me hold his things as he filled it and then I’d cuddle up to him as he smoked and read the newspaper. Grand-dad didn’t like smoking and would stay away, and Daddy would smile and go out to chop wood.’
‘Sounds kind of cozy.’
‘It was.’ I sighed. ‘When Grand-dad died, he left me his pipe. When I’m lonely, I pick it up and smell the old tobacco and remember.’
‘My family has smoked pipes for centuries,’ he said. ‘My old man used to sneak tobacco from my grandfather and smoke corn-cob pipes after school. Both of my grandfathers smoked pipes for decades. We have a picture of my great grandfather smoking a pipe in World War One. I blame them for my interest in it. Tobacco’s in my blood,’ he joked.
Kaiser opened his eyes and looked at me. His gaze dove directly to my eyes. He rarely looked at anything else. He always seemed to be searching for something. I blinked and he looked away.
‘So what do you want to do now?’ he asked, taking a sip of water.
‘I don’t know. I like dancing, or we could go to a movie.’ His face didn’t flicker. ‘Or we could go back to your place, or you could drop me off at home.’
He coughed.
‘Home’s out of the question, unfortunately.’
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