Strings Attached a There and Back Again StoryChapter 9 Nathaniel
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Chapter Five – At Your Apartment
I work late then rush back to the hotel to shower and change. I grab the bottle of Highland Park whisky that I bought at the airport and head for the lift.
I make the 15 minute drive to your apartment block in twelve minutes and ring your bell just before ten. You buzz me in and ignoring the elevator, I take the stairs three at a time up to the fourth floor.
You open the door just as I arrive and I see you are dressed in a thin black dress, a single strand of white beads around your neck. As you turn I see that you are not wearing a bra as your breasts move unrestricted under the dress. The sight of you takes away the little breath I had left from the stairs.
I follow you into the apartment. The lounge has a small sofa facing a large TV, an old chest with a portable CD player and 6 books sitting on it and a small square table with three chairs around it. The kitchen area is through a square archway to the right and there are doors to the bedroom and bathroom to the left.
It’s a hot, sultry evening and your air-conditioning hasn’t been working properly for weeks. The tall but narrow window is wide open, looking out over the street. You have a take-away from the local Chinese restaurant keeping warm in the oven. We sit opposite each other at the small table to eat, accompanying the food with a couple of beers.
After the meal you walk to the window and stand looking out at the buildings opposite. I come up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist. I use my face to brush your hair back and kiss you on the neck. I cup your breasts in my hands and gently bite on your earlobe. We stand for quite a while in silence staring out of the window, while I caress your nipples through the material of your dress.
Suddenly you break away and say “Let’s go to the roof”.
It’s a great idea. We gather up a few candles, a comforter, the CD player, the bottle of Highland Park and two glasses. We head out of the door and up the stairs to the roof.
Pushing through the door onto the flat roof of the apartment block, the air is still hot and humid, but there is a slight breeze developing.
We set our stuff down on a bench table there and light the candles. I pour two large measures of whisky and sit down in one of the large wooden seats.
You press the play button on the stereo and adjust the sound level as the music starts. You take your whisky and down it in one. As the haunting voice of Beth Gibbons begins to sing, you start to dance slowly around my chair. I sit back and savor my whiskey as I watch you. Your breasts slowly swaying under your dress as you dance, your eyes gently closed, your hands roaming across your own body.
By the third track, and after our second whisky you are standing over me in the chair, holding my head in your hands, pulling it to your chest. You turn and sit down lightly in my lap. Making circles with your ass like a lap dancer, bringing the blood rushing to my dick. I unzip the back or your dress and run my fingertips down either side of your spine.
We stand and I pull you close to me. There is no better music to make love to than Portishead. Together we sway slowly and gyrate to the sound of the music. Bodies pressed close, sharing long passionate kisses.
I run my hand down your back inside your dress. As I descend I realize that you are not wearing any panties tonight. My hands slide down over your bare ass. I grasp your fleshy ass cheeks and pull you tight to me. My now hard dick is straining against the material of my slacks. You can feel it pressing against you and you start to massage it by moving your hips from side to side.
You unbutton my shirt and pull it out of my trousers. You place a long kiss on my chest then move across to a nipple, take it in your mouth and bite down gently with your lips. You move to the other and kiss it gently, flicking it with the tip of your tongue. From there you move your lips back across to the center of my chest then down over my belly to my navel, lowering yourself to your knees.
You hold there while you unbuckle my belt, unzip my fly and pull my slacks and underpants down. My cock springs free and sticks out right in front of your face. You push it up so it is flat against my stomach and lick up and down the back of my stiff shaft from my ball sack to my knob. Then cupping my balls in one hand you take the head of my swollen dick into your mouth and start sucking hungrily.
As you take my dick deeper and deeper into your mouth you slide your hand from my balls under my ass and start lightly fingering my anus. I can’t help but start to move my hips back and forth a little slowly fucking your mouth as you press your finger into my ass.
Before long I feel I am ready to come, so I pull back. You stand up and wrap your arms around my neck, kissing me hard on the mouth. As our mouths are locked together a huge raindrop falls and splashes both our faces. Nothing happens for a moment and then the heavens open. The rain falls out of the sky like water out of a bucket. Within a few seconds we are absolutely drenched.
It happens so suddenly that you just throw back your head and laugh as the water bounces off your face.
Your dress is soaked through and is clinging to your body like a second skin. The material is molded around your breasts. Your hair hangs heavy down around your shoulders, a few strands plastered across your face as you smile and laugh.
I lift you up and sit you down on the table. The candles have been extinguished and I brush them aside. Spreading the comforter out on the table behind you, I lay you back onto it. Hooking my arms under your thighs I raise your legs to expose your pussy and move forward to slide my still solid dick into your hot hole.
I start to slide in and out of your velvety pussy as the raindrops continue to hammer down on us. You are enjoying the sensation so much that you are caressing your own tits through the sopping material of your dress.
I lift both legs higher so they are over my shoulders pointing straight up in the air. Now leaning forward I can bend you further and really get some deep penetration. I continue a slow, strong rhythm, fucking you in time to the Portishead track that is still playing from the CD. You are writhing on the table, your head going from side to side, your hands still grasping at your tits.
The CD comes to an end but the rain continues to fall. The air is no longer so close and a strong breeze has arrived.
We are both moving fast towards to a climax when you say “Stop!”
I pause, mid-thrust and withdraw. You swing your legs over to the side and jump down off the table. You pull your sodden dress off over your head, grab the comforter, bundle it up and run naked to the waist high wall overlooking the road. You put the comforter down on the wall, stand with your legs apart a little, spread your arms out each side of you along the wall and bend right over.
Naked and fully spread-eagled, you turn to me and say, “Now, come fuck me”.
I pause only to pull my pants off so I don’t trip over. It takes no more than a few seconds, but you turn to look out over the lights of the city and shout out loud, “Come here and fuck me, now!”
I am there between your legs immediately. I take hold of your hips and plunge my aching cock back into your slit. Taking up the rhythm again I start to bang you against that wall. Your tits are hanging out over the road below. Your body is protected from the harshness of the brickwork by the comforter.
After a minute or two your scream out at the top of your voice across the city, “Fuck me harder!”
It seems to echo round the streets below. I fully expect windows to be thrown open at any moment. But your words are carried away on the wind.
I increase the pace and ferocity of my thrusts a little. Your pussy is flooding with juices, making squelching sounds every time I ram my cock into you.
“Harder, harder!” you shout.
I move my hand to your shoulders to gain more leverage as I start to pound into you with all my strength. Your feet are almost lifted off the ground with each violent thrust. I am close to coming when another scream rings out across the rooftops, “My ass, now fuck me in the ass!”
Pulling your butt cheeks apart, I take my dick out of your soaking pussy and place it at the entrance to your ass. I drive slowly but firmly forward. The fact that my cock is dripping with slippery juices from your pussy and your ass is still dripping wet with rainwater help it to slip easily and smoothly into that sweet tight channel.
I drive it in deep and start to fuck your ass with long, even strokes. Your breath is coming in short bursts now and you grunt each time I thrust forward.
“Faster, faster” you pant and I respond to your instruction.
I cannot hold out very long with my dick gripped so tight in your ass. I feel the climax start to build in my balls and cock. Soon I am jerking and shooting my load deep inside you. At the same time you reach your own climax. Your whole body shudders and you let out a piercing scream that cuts through the night air and seems to go on forever.
You slump down, totally spent. Only the small wall supports your limp body. The rain is easing right off as I pick you up and carry you naked downstairs to your apartment.
I lay you down on your bed and cover you over. Your eyes slowly close and I leave you to rest for the night.
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"March of the Southern Belles--Chapter Five" by Heidi-Jo McGillicuddy Brunch was delightful, although I nibbled at my avocado and sprouts sandwich more out of distaste rather than any manifest desire to display appropriately dainty table manners. It was such a pleasure to eat in such exquisite surroundings--the sterling silverware absolutely gleamed, and I'd never eaten off of such beautiful china. Lisa giggled and pointed to the lipstick I'd left on the rim...
JULY 2002, SUMMER CAMP Dawn, Adrienne, and I decided to skip this morning's hike. We were just too wiped out from the previous evening's post-dance orgy, me especially. And so it was that the two girls hung out in the main lounge at the lodge, chatting with each other while I reclined out on the deck, just resting my weary body. It was still quite cool in the morning, enough to require a sweater, so there wasn't anyone else outside with me. I enjoyed the solitude and the quiet sounds of...
This is a continuing story about a poor childless young black couple that desperately wants a child and the wife is unable to conceive. My wife a white woman is so good at having children, and we already have six! She has offered herself through a local service then finds out that the couple in need is black! Chapter five For Deanna naked blindfolded, and tied helplessly apart, could do nothing to stop the “Eight Ball” only being able to scream out the word no! The ball like a black...
Introduction: This is a continuing story about a poor childless young black couple that desperately wants a child and the wife is unable to conceive. My wife a white woman is so good at having children, and we already have six! She has offered herself through a local service then finds out that the couple in need is black! The Interracial Sexual Surrogate This is a continuing story about a poor childless young black couple that desperately wants a child and the wife is unable to conceive. My...
Skipper, Chapter Five - By: Beverly Taff I was surprised at the speed of developments. After a few phone calls I was advised that the girls Jennifer and Beatrice would be arriving on the following Tuesday. I talked long and hard with Mrs Bodkin about preparations but she assured me the girls were well clothed and only needed a warm room. I panicked a little but decided it might be best if I provided the barest essentials and then take the girls on a shopping spree to decorate their...
((((( Another chapter re-written))))) 'Ah, shit!' I was thinking while trying to carry on an intelligent conversation with the travel agent. I had to really grit my teeth and even bite my hand at times not to moan and gasp while Jason knelt behind me to slowly ease his cock deeper inside my pussy. These last days before our trip were pretty hectic and didn't leave much time for us to fuck. At least not as much as we'd come to love. It wasn't as though we weren't finding times for quickies when...
Chapter five I was sitting at the kitchen table reading some bad news in the Washington Post when I heard a car horn sounding out front. I set down the paper, gathered my purse and walked over to the foyer. Pulling the curtains to the side, I peeked out the window to see who was doing the honking. It was James and his brother Jim, come to pick me up. They had driven in separate vehicles. Jim was double parked in his beat up Chevrolet sedan with James behind him in a new Ford Explorer...
Gillian's Justice By Michele Nylons Chapter Five - Porridge Annabelle Creighton and Brian McCaffey both gave their closing remarks to the jury. Annabelle summarised the case against Gillian. Gillian was found at the scene of the murder locked in her office with Lord Edward Beaumont's body on the floor, stabbed repeatedly in the back. She was covered in his blood and had his semen was inside her and on her underwear. The building was deserted apart from the accused and the...