Unwrapped

Unwrapped Unwrapped

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Written as a saucy birthday surprise for a male friend, because sometimes in life it is safer to fantasize than to have the experience!

Summary

Written as a saucy birthday surprise for a male friend, because sometimes in life it is safer to fantasize than to have the experience!

Content

Submitted: May 24, 2013

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Content

Submitted: May 24, 2013

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“Help yourself to a drink and make yourself comfortable!” she spoke in a deep slightly husky voice, picking up a remote, aiming and clicking as she moved across the room.

Music filled the air and the lights dimmed as he poured whiskey from a decanter on a tray she pointed to as she spoke. He placed the glass on the coffee table and eased himself onto the sofa, trying to appear casual even as his stomach knotted in anticipation. He glanced in her direction and swallowed; she was staring at him, her hips swaying seductively in time to the music with a look in her eyes that made him feel as if his jeans were suddenly a size too small!

Without taking her eyes off him she began unbuttoning her shirt, her tongue pink pointed and glistening with saliva, peeked from between her full painted lips. She let her shirt fall open just enough for him to glimpse the mounds of tanned flesh threatening to spill over the top of her bra, it’s white fabric providing an alluring contrast to her skin tone, enhanced by the subtle lighting in the room. Her eyes met his; she smiled ever so slightly, dipped her head and allowed her fingers to read his thoughts. He shifted his position, crossing his legs, his body language confirming what she already knew.

She licked a finger and slid it under her bra, gasping slightly and raising her eyes, stared at him. “You look a little uncomfortable!” her eyes flicked down to the strained zipper “Here let me help you!” she was bent over him before he could protest. She deftly unzipped him, her breasts almost touching him “There, I am sure you are more comfortable now” she said smiling. He nodded as she sat on the coffee table in front of him and slipped her shirt off. She spun around on her bottom, carefully avoiding his drink and lay across the table, she arched her back and popped the front-fastening of her bra, her breasts, as tanned as the rest of her bounced free; she ran her hands over them, pulling gently at the nipples. Arching further she looked over the back of her head gauging the reaction she had on him. “Touch yourself!” she whispered, pointing to his open fly, rolling over and licking her lips. A little shocked and about to protest he remembered why he was here in this room. Obeying he reached into his lap and stroked his penis over the fabric of his boxers. She pushed herself up and swung her legs around, sitting before him on the coffee table once more, she opened her legs, wide and her skirt rode up high on her thighs, he couldn’t see much as she was in shadow as she stroked the inside of her thighs. Then leaning back on one arm she started caressing herself, her mouth open, her eyes closed and her hips circling sensuously, “Fuck!” he thought to himself and rubbed himself harder and faster. When a groan escaped from him, she stopped suddenly, opened her eyes, shook her head, leaned towards him and gently moved his hand. “Slowly!” she gently reprimanded him. Gesturing with her hand, “may I?” she asked glancing downward. He nodded a little shyly his inhibitions quickly fading, replaced by youthful eagerness. She ran her finger tips lightly just above the elastic band of his boxers and his hips thrust upwards which seemed to surprise him just a little. Unfazed, she continued slowly, painfully slowly, he thought, exposing a little of him at a time, savouring him inch by frustratingly slow inch. “You are very beautiful” she said, at last, voice thick with desire, she had not expected to feel this way, she knew the rules; no touching, but in the end it was up to her and she suddenly really wanted to offer something a little more, to make this special for him.

“Thank-you “he accepted the compliment “As are you!” his voice sounding strange in his own ears. She reached forward and lifted his t- shirt over his head and ran her hands over his torso, admiringly.

She stood up and stepped up onto the table, smiling down at him she unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. All she wore were a pair of high heels and a white g-string, she swayed before him invitingly, lifting her breasts and stroking the small triangle of white fabric, teasingly.

Running her hands over her hips she started sliding the elastic sides down exposing a narrow strip of dark hair. Then turning around she bent over, offering him a different view and slid the slip of white fabric down to her ankles. He sat there exposed, with only his shoes on, his boxers still at his knees, mesmerised by the seductive dance that was turning out to be far more than he expected. He was unsure if this was normal procedure but if it was not, he was not complaining. She turned and stepped down with one foot and went into a half squat that exposed the inner folds just below her neatly trimmed landing strip. By now he was finding it pretty impossible not to touch himself, or her, when she licked her fingers and seductively ran them between those folds and made slow thrusting movements with her pelvis. Gasping she thrust them inside herself, then out. Using her other hand she parted her lips and rubbed her clit vigorously with fingers slick with her own juices. He wrapped his fingers around his penis and slid them up and down spreading the dewy drops that had already escaped from the tip, along the shaft, his eyes never leaving the writhing, deep wet scene before him.

She sat down once again, watching him now, her eye lids heavy, her hand moving continuously “Don’t come yet!” she ordered him and lay back on the table, her feet still on the floor, her hips raised off the surface, writhing and moaning, her body taught, the muscles of her thighs pumped, her legs spread and her actions fully displayed for his eyes only. As her body convulsed she raised her head and looked at him, he almost bit his own lip trying to control himself, he wanted to grab hold of her, to drive his cock inside that moist pulsing place just inches away, but he knew the rules. She lay there for a few moments her chest heaving her breathing heavy, her legs relaxed after the frenzied activity. Then she sat up smiling “your turn now” she announced, his heart skipped a beat. Kneeling on the floor, manoeuvred herself between his thighs, she lifted her breasts and squeezing them together  slid his penis between them, holding them tightly and moving up and down, “Does that feel good?” she asked. He answered with a few thrust and exploded hot and noisily between her ample bouncing breasts. He sank back into the sofa and it took him a few moments before he realized that the music had changed and she was softly singing to the tune of ‘Happy Birthday!’


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