After the ball...

After the ball... After the ball...

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A young girl, enamoured with an older man, seeks company after a formal dance. Told in the first person, contains adult themes and words. Please, enjoy x

Summary

A young girl, enamoured with an older man, seeks company after a formal dance.

Told in the first person, contains adult themes and words.

Please, enjoy x

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Submitted: October 23, 2012

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Content

Submitted: October 23, 2012

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I could still feel the burning sensation on my cheek where he'd kissedme goodnight- how easy it would have been to turn my face and allow him
access to my lips, but that wasn't the plan. I'd waited ten minutes,then here I stand outside his room. I knock on the door, no hint ofhesitation in my actions.
He opens the door, still wearing the white dress shirt and blacktrousers, his feet bare, the bow tie loosened around his neck.
"Lauren... everything ok?" He wears a slightly worried look.
"I'm fine. I just... I didn't want the night to end so soon. I thoughtwe could have a nightcap". I hold out a bottle of brandy.
For a second, I thinkt he's going to say no, to turn me away. Hiseyes smile, his face relaxes.
"What a nice idea. Please, step in".
Like the gentleman he is he holds the door open wide for me, still in myballgown I step over the threshold. He closes the door, and pulls a
chair from under the desk, motioning me to sit. He goes into thebathroom and returns with two small glasses.
"Not quite brandy goblets, but these'll do", he smiles.
Small talk ensues while he pours the golden liquid. He passes me aglass, then sits on the edge of the bed, leaning forward while wetalk.
He is easy to talk to, unlike guys my age, he doesn't talk abouthimself. He listens to me, nods and takes an interest. During the
evening he sat opposite me, and for the first time in the couple ofyears we'd worked together I really notice him. He has a shy smile,
his hair is starting to grey at the temples, his eyes are bright andwhen he looks at me, he sees more than a 22 year old girl. My mind
goes back to the dance we'd shared, I'd had to almost physically draghim to the dance floor, but he'd moved with the music, our bodies
occasionally touching.
We laugh together, he jokes about someone in the office, and herelaxes.
"I have to say, Lauren, that you look absolutely stunning in thatdress. The most beautiful girl at the party".
My legs tremble, but I stand in front of him, and give him a twirl. Mylong blonde hair, no longer pinned up, spins and falls about my face.
I laugh as I turn full circle, and he stands, brushing the hair from myface. We are about a foot apart. His hand lingers on my cheek. I put
my hand on his arm, my fingers gently caressing him through the shirt.
"Kiss me". My disembodied voice sounds harsh against the silence.
"Lauren... I..."
Take the initiative, my inner voice says. I take his glass from hishand, placing his and mine on the bureau. My hands on his arms, my
face towards him. I look at his eyes as I press forward.
He responds, his lips are on mine, one hand in my hair, gently pulling meto him. The kiss goes on and on, his tongue caressing my lips, then
pushing softly against mine. His other hand on my back. My hands arein his hair, our kisses more passionate, more demanding.
He breaks the spell. He breaks the kiss. Looking at me, I can sense alecture, the age difference, his family, my boyfriend - well, my ex- ,
work...
"Are you sure this is what you want? How much have you had todrink"
I laugh, a hand flying up to cover my embarrassment. I stifle the laughas quickly as it starts.
"I'm tipsy, not drunk", I tell him, "and I wouldn't have come to yourroom at..(looking at the clock) half past one if I wasn't sure what Iwanted"
He stands, my hands in his. His face tells me he's thinking thisthrough. Instead of ripping my clothes off, he takes the time to give
me a way out. I make no effort to move. He leans in, and kisses me,hard. Our hands on each other, he kisses my neck, soft, tender kisses,
then back to my mouth. He pulls me closer, his ardour apparent against mythigh. I drop a hand and feel him through his trousers.
"Uh huh", he says, stepping away and taking his thickening cock awayfrom my grasp. I look disappointed.
"Slowly", he says, his eyes sparkle.
He takes the spaghetti straps of my ballgown off my shoulders, kissingthe skin as he turns me around. His lips press gently to my neck, up
the nape to the hairline, then back down, deliciously soft, his breathwarm on my skin. I sense his fingers at the zip of my dress, my
nipples begin to rise in anticipation, a dampness forming in mypanties. The zip comes down easily, slowly...
The dress comes free, I lift my arms down and forward so he can take itoff. I step out of the dress, standing before him in my ivory coloured
corset and panties, my sheer hold-up stockings, and my high heels. Hetakes the dress, carefully laying it over the back of the chair,
smoothing the skirt out with his hand, then turns his attention back tome. He sits on the corner of the bed, me in front of him. He takes my
hands in his as he studies me. The corset is tight, pushing my smallbreasts upwards. How I wish they were bigger. He kisses the back of
my hand, pulling me a little nearer, and kisses up my arm. His handsaround my waist now, running down my buttocks. I quiver inside.
"Turn around". His voice, not ordering me, but I'll obey, all thesame. I turn.
His hands are on the hook and eyes along the back of the corset,releasing one, each gentle 'pop' exquisitely teasing. I can feel the
pressure releasing on my chest and waist, the cool air of the roomreaching inside to tease my nipples ever stiffer. He plants a gentle
kiss between the bottom of the corset and the top of my panties. Iclose my eyes, wanting each second to last an hour.
He unties the laces at the bottom of the corset, and I feel free fromits constraint. Still with my back to him, he removes the corset and
lays it on the bed. His hands run down my sides, down my hips, down mylegs... then slowly back up. His right hand moves around to the front
of my legs, running up my thighs, soft against the silk stockings,across the front of my panties, but not stopping, not paying attention
to my aching pussy. His lips on my back, tender, teasing. His hand onmy stomach, light touches, reaching up to cup the underside of my right
breast.
Finally, he turns me, and I'm now facing him. He looks in my eyes,seeing the pleasure, the expectation, the need to be touched, to be
loved completely. He gently pulls me forward, his legs spread, Ioccupy the space between, clad only in my panties, stockings and high
heels. He runs his hand across my stomach, upwards, following a trailof freckles towards my breast.
"So beautiful", he almost murmurs as his eyes take in the sight of me. I smile into his eyes. God, I want him so much. His hands reach up,
gently cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing the nipples, and theystiffen even more to his touch. The rose-like buds ache for his
attention, and he doesn't disappoint. He caresses around my breasts,light fingertips on my skin, a flush appearing around my throat. His
fingers trail down my stomach, then back up, each time coming closer tomy nipples, but not touching.
Around the aureoles, his breath now warmon my skin as his head comes ever closer, then the touch of his lips onmy nipple, his tongue flicking gently, his teeth closing softly overone, then shifting attention to the second, back to the first, mystomach fluttering, my panties becoming moist. He sucks a nipple intohis mouth, his left hand on my other breast, gently kneading thetissue. He kisses between my breasts, he leans upwards to kiss my
throat, and I lean forward to meet his lips once more.
He pulls me closer, I'm still standing between his outstretched legs,his hands return to my waist, to the waistband of my panties. I'm
pleased with my choice of underwear, as is he. His cock is strainingagainst the front of his trousers. I can imagine the head, all slick
with precum. I lick my lips in anticipation, but for now, hisattention is on me, just me. He puts his fingers under the side of the
panties and gently pulls them down, his head moving closer to me, hishair brushing my stomach, his breath on my crotch, his tongue soclose...
He slides the panties down my legs. I'm standing before him, now cladin just my stockings and heels. I feel so... wanton, so decadent. He
gazes at my pussy, and I'm glad I took the time to trim my pubic hairand shave around my outer lips. I think back to the shower I'd had
earlier, thinking of this moment, my fingers finding my sweet spot andimagining his fingers there instead...
"Lay down, Lauren"
His words snap me back to reality. Soon, his fingers will be there,and more, so much more. Obeying him I turn and sit back on the bed, my
heels digging into the quilt as I move back up the bed, my legsslightly apart, exposing myself to him. His gaze never leaves me, not
for a second. He bends to kiss my lips once more.
He stands beside me, then takes a pillow from the bed, and slides itunder my bum. He then kneels at the end of the bed, looking up at me,
his eyes moving slowly down to my pussy. The air cools the heat fromme, just a little. His right hand moves up my leg as he pushes his way
onto the bed, until he is sitting between my legs. My left leg isstraight, my right leg raised and bent at the knee, slightly to the
left in an attempt to preserve my modesty. His hands are soft on mystockinged legs.
"Are you cold?", he asks, ever thoughtful. He's noticed the goosebumpson my skin. He gets up and walks to the radiator, turning the
thermostat up. I hear the hiss from the pipes. He turns off the mainlight in the room, leaving just the desk lamp on. He resumes his
rightful place between my legs. His arms gently push my legs apart,his lips kiss my knee, then slowly down my leg, towards my inner
thigh. His face is close to my pussy lips, I know they are wet withanticipation, and I can feel his breath on me. My clit, already
hardening, stiffens as his lips make contact with mine.
I also leap out of bed at the electricity running through me, my god,he is so tender. He kisses my outer lips, his lips caressing mine, his
breath causing tremors through my cunt. His tongue gently licks theouter lips, then the inner lips, then my clit. My head goes back, my
body his completely. I can feel his fingers on the tops of my thighs,then gently pulling my outer lips apart, exposing my pink, wet centre
to him. He varies the pressure, soft, gentle, hard, demanding, histongue seeking every centimetre of me.
I spread my legs wider, and heleans in, closer, deeper. He strokes my opening with his fingers, thatbolt of electricity ripping through me once again. His lips on myclit, drawing it to his mouth, his fingers gently opening the folds ofmy pussy, my juices easing his access. I feel a finger enter me,
gently probing, the knuckle twisting inside me.
He lifts my right leg up and over his shoulder, my heel scraping his skin, but his mind and attention is elsewhere. My ex-boyfriends idea
of foreplay was a cursory lick at my pussy, then ram his fingers in. Sometimes effective, but generally not. I'd never experienced feelings
like I'm feeling now. He takes his time, my whole pussy being tenderedto, small kisses, gentle bites, probing tongue. I feel completely
filled, even though he's only got one finger in me. He knows where totouch me, when to touch me, how much pressure to use, he reads my
responses and can tell what I like, what I need.
His hand turns, his finger inside me now against the grainy patch of myg-spot. He applies gentle pressure as his tongue flicks over my clit,
concentrating on that one spot. I can feel my juices running, I try tolift my head so I can see his face, but a combination of the position
and the fact that my body doesn't feel like mine stops me. I can feelan orgasm start to build. I spread my legs wider, he takes this as an
indication of my closeness to coming, and stops licking my clit, thefinger still rubbing my g-spot, but the intense feeling eases. My face
is flushed, my hands move to my breasts, pinching my nipples, grippingmy breasts. His tongue hits the spot again, the feeling builds, and
once again, he stops, concentrating on my outer lips.
"Please..." the single word escapes my lips.
He kisses my belly button. "Of course", he says. His tongue finds myclit, and this time, I cum.
My body pulses as wave after wave of pure pleasure hits me, again andagain. He keeps the pressure going, bringing a second orgasm, then a
third. I've never felt this before. I feel stretched, open,blissful.
I must have lost all sense of time and place, the next thing is he'ssitting on the bed beside me, a glass of water in hand. He puts his
hand under my shoulders, helping me sit up, and I drink.
He crosses the room and opens the wardrobe, then removes his shirt, andhis trousers, hanging them up. There is a scratch across his back from
my heel. He shuts the wardrobe door, and goes over to the chair,stripping off his shorts and turning to the bed. His erection looks
impressive. He stands still. I can see the veins standing hard on hiscock. I put the glass down and reach for him.
"Tonight is all about you", he says, taking my hand and kissing theback of it, then sitting next to me on the bed. My hand drops to his
lap, and I take his cock in my hand. He leans over and kisses me, thenmoves to lay beside me, causing me to lose contact with him, our legs
entwine, and kisses me on the mouth. I can taste myself on his lips, ashudder of delight ripples through my body.
He stops for a second. "I don't have any condoms". "I'm protected", Itell him. He smiles, nodding his head.
I am still wet. He moves his legs so he's between mine, I look downand see his thick shaft pointing up between us. His mouth finds mine
again, and I feel him position his cock between my lips, gently easinginto me. I contract my vaginal muscles, making him work his way into
me, wanting to feel every inch against my pussy walls. I gasp alittle. "You ok?", he asks me, concerned. I put my arm around his
neck, kissing him hard. "I'm feeling things I've never thoughtpossible. Please, don't stop".
His cock twitches in me at my words, he kisses me and pushes deeperinto me. He pulls out a little, then back in, slow, so slow. He lifts
himself up on his arms, and I look down to see his cock between my cuntlips. He pulls out til just the head is in me, then sinks slowly back
in, then out again. His shaft is slick with my juice. He speeds up alittle, pushing into me harder. I can feel each vein on his cock
against my tight walls. I run my hands over his chest, pinching hiserect nipples. It's his turn to gasp, then smile.
He changes position, moving me onto my side, one leg raised at ninetydegrees to my body, and he enters me from behind, straddling my lower
leg. He's not as deep as before, but the pressure is now on my clitagain, and the head of his cock teases my g-spot. He finds my right
breast, cupping it tenderly, then his fingers are on the nipple,tweaking it. I start to lose it again. My breath quickens as I cum,
he keeps the pressure going, not letting go for a second. As my orgasmsubsides, he pulls out of me, and tells me to turn over.
I get on all fours, my knees are weak now, my body satiated but stillwilling to give him more. His hands on my hips, his cock penetrates me
from the rear. I look down the bed, as his cock slipping into me, athis balls, full of promise, at my stretched cunt. I reach down and
touch him, feel his shaft so hard in my hand, in my hole.
His breathing quickens, and so does the pace. He slams into me, hardyet tender. He changes his position slightly, and once again he's
attacking my g-spot. The orgasm that I didn't think possible buildsinside me, I moan, animal noises escaping my throat. He grows inside
me, filling me entirely. His right hand drops between our legs, finding my hardbullet-like clit, rubbing it firmly.
He stiffens, his cock twitches inside me, sending hot pulses of his cumdeep inside me, and I cum, too. I push back against him, wanting the
contact to continue. He leans forward, cupping my breasts and kissingmy back, his breath harsh against me.
"I'm sorry", he says to me, panting with the exertion, "I wanted to beface to face with you when I came". He laughs, gently.
"You will", I tell him, "Oh, you will..."
Collette Parrish October 2012


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