Tipper Death By Desire A He and She Encounter 
 
 
   
 I'm at my office, as I like to be on Saturday mornings because no one is there and it's quiet. No ringing phones and endless interruptions. I'm dressed informally in faded jeans and a Columbia fishing shirt, shirttail out, Topsiders with no socks. There are no lights on and the office is cool and dark, save the natural light coming in through the front windows.  
I need a break and walk a few doors down to the cafe. The morning is sunny, the air clear and cool due to a front that passed through the night before. As I enter the cafe, I see her sitting at a table alone, reading the paper. As we've met, we both nod our hellos and I wander over to her table and sit down at her invitation. We talk small talk, laughing frequently, watching the people that come and go and pass by on the sidewalk outside, commenting on some, speculating on others, flirtatious remarks escaping both of us, subtle and delicious.  
I ask her for a packet of sweet n low for my coffee. As I reach across to receive it our hands touch and mine lingers. We both look at them. I sheepishly look into her eyes in apology, but I see something there. Something passes between us, it is fleeting, like a cloud passing in front of the moon. Nervous moments follow, and I say goodbye and head back to my office. 
I am back at my desk, still thinking about her, when the front door opens and she walks in. I come to where she is standing, looking down, shuffling from one foot to the other. “Something on your mind”, I ask but I take a chance. I take both of her hands in mine and ask what's the matter. Her answer is a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth that lingers too long. We are soon lost in a torrent of kisses. We are like people trying to slake a deep thirst, but each kiss making us thirstier. Our hands still clasp as we kiss, fingers intertwined at her sides.  
I move her gently to the wall, still kissing, tongues alive now and playing. Our hands are above her head against the wall, our bodies pressed tightly, her warm womanliness enveloping me. I know she can feel my excitement as she presses against it. I free one hand, and gently caress her face as we kiss. Our mouths constantly moving, searching for new sensations, finding them, rejoicing in them. My hand moves to her neck and my lips soon follow. Soft warm kisses, earlobe nibbles, her breath in my ear is such a turn on. My fingertips brush across her breast, heaving inside her shirt. Then I reach down and pull her shirttails out of her skirt. My hand returns upward, inside her shirt this time, my fingertips teasing the flesh of her tummy with feathery strokes. Fingers upward again, covering her breast, gently squeezing and caressing. Her soft moans in my mouth telling me everything, urging me.  
She frees her hands and unbuttons her shirt, frees one breast from her bra and takes my face in her hands and kisses me deeply as I touch this bare hot flesh, teasing the nipple so taut and sensitive. Her hands in my hair guide my mouth from her lips to her breast, gasping as I gently kiss and lick and suck. One of my thighs, now between hers, is pushing her skirt up high and I feel her press against it. She is rubbing herself against my thigh, her hips gently rocking. Her hands rubbing the front of my pants, feeling what she is doing to me. She reaches for my zipper, looking into my eyes as she reaches inside for me and wraps her fingers around me. It's so hot in her hand. 
It's my turn to softly moan as her hand encircles my thick rigid shaft and her fingertips spread the slippery fluids that have escaped me all around the swollen head, especially the edges, that when she touches them, my knees grow weak. She stares intensely into my eyes as she touches me, gathering every clue that escapes them about what I want, what I need.  
Still gripping me, she sinks to her knees before me, and, as she watches my face, her tongue tip licks the length of me. She moves on to the underside, up to the incredibly sensitive place behind the head, flicking her tongue there, smiling as she does. Then, slowly, incredibly slowly and sensually, she licks all around and over the head, still watching me the whole time. A raspy whisper escapes me, begging  her to take it in her mouth, telling her I want to feel how warm and wet her mouth is around it. She encircles the head with her lips and slowly sinks down on it, her tongue lavishing it inside her mouth as  her head rocks slowly up and down, her lips forming a tight seal. 
The feeling is incredible, the sight of it thrilling beyond description. As she does this, her fingernails gently rake the underside of my testicles and her hand cups them gently, bringing me totally under her control. Just as I am close to the point of no return, she stops and looks at me, her eyes smiling, letting me know she loves giving me this gift.     After a moment, she starts again, taking me to the edge and stopping. Again and again, to the edge and back. Her other hand is now busy between her legs. I hear the wet sounds there, and feel the  muffled moans around my cock as she touches herself. 
I reach for her hands and pull her to your feet. Standing before her, I unfasten her bra and gently cup her breasts as we kiss again, slowly and sensually, all hormones and moans. I take my time kissing her neck, tracing small lines with my tongue and gently sucking her warm skin. Her perfume fills my senses. My mouth and hands move to her breasts, holding each one in turn and licking circles around the nipples, gently nibbling on them too. I'm sucking them, teasing them with my tongue inside my mouth. Her hands are at my face, caressing it. She moves the hand that had just pleasured her pussy to my nose and I revel in the smell of her sex. She puts each finger in my mouth, one by one, so I can taste her and suck gently on them. 
Backing her into the wall again, I begin to kiss my way down her body, dropping to my knees at some point. I cover her tummy with small warm kisses while I reach under her skirt and help her out of her panties. Watching, my hand moves up her skirt to feel her slippery wetness and to slide one finger, then two, inside her. I love the sounds she makes and the sounds my fingers make moving in and out as I begin to kiss her legs. Feeling one leg move up on top of my shoulder, giving me access to her inner thighs, I soon covered them in kisses and small licks.  
Pushing her skirt up to her waist, I see what I want, glistening with wetness. My mouth moves there and I lick it from bottom to top, my lips also kissing those outer lips with gentle tugging kisses. My tongue tip finds her hooded secret place and every time it licks there, she cries out. With one hand, my fingers expose the swollen pink bud and my tongue begins to lick around and over it. With my other hand, I slide fingers slowly in and out of her, feeling the wetness gushing out of her now, covering my palm. 
I capture her bud in my mouth and gently suck on it, licking around and around it as I do. Her breath is ragged now and her hips are rocking. I can feel a warm tingle that signals what is about to happen to her. Between licks I say, “Yes baby. You know I want you to cum. I want you to cum gripping my head and pressing it into you. I want to hear you when you cum, to know you've lost control and given in to the incredible feeling. Tell me when it's there. I want to know just before. Give it to me.” 
She says, “Oh yes, all over your fingers, into your palm. I'm begging you, please. I want to feel you deep inside me. Slowly stroking, filling me. Please, I need it. I do, I need it.” I reply, by murmuring “Yes. I want to take you, believe me. But first I wanted you to cum, as you say, all over my fingers, your contractions gripping them, leaving no doubt.” I reach up and let her taste herself on my fingers, then standing, and kissing her deeply, tasting herself on my lips as well.  Her hands at my belt, undoing it, jeans dropping, then the boxers. 
Turning her around, placing her hands on the wall, I feel her press back into me. I tell her, “Not yet..not quite yet.” My arms encircle her, cupping and caressing her breasts, my mouth on her neck and ears, licking and nibbling at them. I pull her skirt up over her waist and slide my aching hardness between her legs, rubbing the head all over  her drenched swollen lips as she bends over farther, spreading her legs and begging for it. She's pressing back, taking the head inside and circling her hips, taking it deeper and deeper as my hands grip her hips until it is fully buried in her, gripped by her, milked by her. 
Our rhythm begins slow, sliding easily in and out, moving in opposite directions, the strokes long and slow, my hands all over her. Soon, our pace quickens, flesh gently slapping on flesh, she looks down and back and watches me move inside her. Our cries are growing louder as we move faster, inexorably closer to release as we pound into each other. Her hand is now between her legs, rubbing faster and faster, telling me she is going to cum again. I am there with her, feeling every muscle tense and my seed start to rise from the depths. 
She cries out, "NOW baby, NOW" and I feel her start to cum and that takes me over the edge. All motion stops as I explode, my spasms are felt by her muscles that grip as she contracts with me. The hot wetness that has been pent up for so long is filling her now. Still inside her, my arms wrap around her and hold her for long moments, my head resting on her, both of us gasping for breath. 
 
 
 Publication Date: June 27th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-tipper.top