Hot Lunch (NightBird & TheWolf)
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				Title: <strong>Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>02-06-2007, 06:25:57</strong>
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				She'd gotten the first text message on her phone a bit before she'd had to meet with a vendor, just a simple, 'Miss me yet?' but it put a spring in her step as she'd sent the response. By ten, he'd asked her what she missed the most, and she'd had to bite her lip and wait for the shiver to run through her before she'd had steady enough hands to reply... in detail. Once eleven came around, the message had been just a hotel name and room number, and now it was only quarter after twelve, and she was standing there in the hallway, flushed from running up the stairs and all the things she'd been imagining, her knuckles faintly tingling from knocking on the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>02-06-2007, 22:41:42</strong>
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				Her first reply that morning sent his pulse racing, the fact that she had missed him sending a thrill down his spine and causing a wide smile to appear on his face, the trickle on effect of which was the uncertain gazes of his co-workers though these eventually disappeared as he settled as his desk and set to work, the powerful laptop aiding his quest to get everything he could done before lunch rolled around...&nbsp; After typing away he found a moment to pause and couldn't help but fire off another text message, finding himself almost becoming addicted to the little messages from her, the constant communication stimulating, though no where near as stimulating as her detailed reply...<br><br>He found himself blushing, among other reactions, and was suddenly glad for his secluded spot in the office against the corner and the high cube walls that made the remaining walls, as her reply made his pulse race and the front of his tight jeans worn as part of the casual atmosphere of the office bulge significantly...&nbsp; He moaned silently to himself but had to return to business quickly as a procession of co-workers appeared one after the other for his sign on this, his input on that, thankfully no request required him to stand from his concealing desk...<br><br>The hotel had been set up in advance and, to prevent the wrong thoughts being passed around, had had a reservation made for a couple of days under a couple's name, setup through an intermediary friend of his and using his own name to fulfill ID requirements.&nbsp; They'd been having a lot of fun together and they had gotten to the point where waiting for the end of the day was too long a wait, the idea for spending lunchtimes together had seemed the natural next step, however, it had built further where they rarely got to eat...<br><br>He rushed through the last things he had, made sure his afternoon was clear just in case lunch over-ran, made sure everything expected of him was already done, and then signed off for lunch, taking the laptop with him out of habit in case anything came up while he was away from the office, then he was away to the hotel where he waited the anxious few minutes, which seemed like an hour, for her to arrive...<br><br>The knock at the door sent his heart racing and he was already opening it with a broad smile on his face when his phone rang with a text message, the VP's assistant requesting a video conference to finalize details for the project, <em>as soon as possible</em>...<br><br>He let her in and read the message, his face a little crest-fallen as he put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door and closed and locked it...&nbsp; "Damnit, I’m sorry babe, I've got to do this Video Conference..." he said, scowling softly at the timing, even as he hugged her tight, nuzzling into her neck knowing he should be setting up the Laptop with it's WebCam...<br><br><hr>OOC:&nbsp; *grins*&nbsp; Thought I'd just spring this one in there...&nbsp; He gets stuck doing a VidConference, leaving her with time on her hands...?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>03-06-2007, 07:02:32</strong>
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				Already reaching for him when the door opened, she couldn't help the vexed little pout when they'd finally managed this tryst, and he gets a text message from work. His scowl helped. At least she wasn't the only one disappointed by the timing. Even with the unexpected complication hovering over them, she went into his arms without hesitation, pressing tight against him, inhaling deeply, tucking her head into that place it belonged in the cradle of his shoulder, her hands gliding down his back to pull his hips to hers. His lips on her neck earned a soft sound and a shiver before she took a deep breath and tore herself away.<br><br>"We've got to stop, or you know we won't once we get going," she said, her tone a mixture of laughter and chiding. "Go get this over with. I'll stay quiet over here. I won't make a sound, I promise." Her smile was innocence itself, but her eyes still drank in the sight of him, as if she couldn't get enough, and the mischief in their depths hinted at there being payment waiting for the delay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>04-06-2007, 18:01:31</strong>
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				When she tore herself away a soft, almost anguished noise escaped his lips, but when she spoke he knew she was right, the VP was requesting a vid conference to discuss the project, and he wasn't one to be kept waiting...&nbsp; "Ok, babe, I'll get it done just as soon as I can, ok?" he said with a smile, loving the look in her eyes, the way they seemed to drink him in though the hint of mischief eluded him, had he had any idea what she might do he might have been both thrilled and a little worried, considering the call he was about to be on, but he missed the look as innocence slipped back into her gaze and he turned to quickly set up the laptop.<br><br>Pulling a fold out table he set it up so that the webcam would be zoomed in on him and focused on a non-descript blank wall, he didn't want to give too many clues that he might be doing something in his off-time, it was none of their business but best not to incite questions.&nbsp; It took a moment or two seated before the laptop, the fold out table before him and his legs thrust underneath, to login in and set up the session, the headset donned and the cam on, he greeted the VP, refraining from glancing over at his lover though he desperately wished he was not having to do this right now...<br><br>The questions that the Assistant had forwarded him were benign enough so he figured it wouldn't take long to wrap this up, and with a smile he started on the conference...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 01:11:22</strong>
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				"I know you will, sweetheart," she murmured, fingertips lingering on his chest, down his arms, as if it was pain to stop touching him completely, a sigh sounding torn from her as her hand fell away entirely. While he was setting everything up on the laptop, she sat demurely on the edge of the bed, well out of the vid-cam's line of sight, picked up the television remote and turned to one of the news channels before muting the sound.<br><br>A small, wicked smile tilted the corners of her lips when she heard his voice start the call, and she kicked off her heels to slide further onto the bed, reaching behind her and making a pile of pillows for behind her back. She tried to make it look like her attention was on the tv while sneaking quick glances at him, avidly watching for how he'd react to the show she was intending to make for him, but oh-so-silently. She didn't want to get him in trouble, just make him squirm a little bit, drive him crazy with waiting. It made her breathless to think of how he might react once the call was over.<br><br>She started by rubbing her stocking-clad legs together, one foot stroking up the length of the other leg, flashing him with brief glimpses of the black, lacy underthings she was wearing. It felt awkward at first, but once she got started, she realized she was really getting hot, thinking about him catching sight of her like that, unable to do or say anything about it. Biting back a whimper, she ran her hands up and down the center of her chest, then stretched them above her head, back arching to press her breasts, covered in a lacy bra, against the thin, silky fabric of her blouse. Forgetting to look mostly at the tv, her eyes went to him as she started unfastening the buttons on the front of her blouse, baring more creamy flesh and the stark contrast of her black lace bra against it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 05:36:42</strong>
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				Everything was going well, and there were occasions when the VP was engrossed in the documentation that he had forwarded when he had the chance to glance over at his beautiful lover, her teasing was not going unnoticed and it took every ounce of self control he had (as well as a healthy fear of losing his job) not to react, somehow he managed to maintain his calm though when he caught her unbuttoning the silk blouse he stifled a moan with a cough as he cleared his throat, the VP didn't notice and, as more of her beautiful body was revealed his left hand slipped under the fold-out table...<br><br>His right continued to control the mouse, sharing and running files as needed and thankfully the web cam was focused in on him so that the disappearance of his left was unnoticeable, as the VP became engrossed in another booklet of documentation he flashed his lover a glance that told her just how much she was affecting him, the momentary look of aching need in his eyes and, as she glanced down she saw his left hand rubbing lightly against the growing bulge in the front of his tight denims...<br><br>A click of a button while the VP was busy and sound was cut-off, allowing him to let slip a true moan of need, "God you're beautiful!" he moaned softly, clearing his throat his attention returned to the monitor, mouse was clicked, and he was responding to a question, impressing her with his control as his voice was calm, level and controlled though it was obvious the meeting might go on longer than either had wanted...&nbsp; Another click and a glance was thrown her way, intense, playful, burning with desire telling her more than words what was running through his mind for when the call was done with, as his left hand rubbed a little harder against himself, finding himself shifting in the chair slightly as a low growl of frustration escaped him...<br><br>He pulled himself together before anything was noticed and was responding to another question, this one more in-depth, his hand stilling against himself for a while as he focused on answering the latest barrage...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 07:31:23</strong>
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				Her lips drew back from her teeth, a breath hissing in as she saw his hand move so very unobtrusively under the table, making her palm tingle with how much she wanted to be the one touching him, feeling him respond to her presence, to this hot, sweet desire they'd stumbled into. It hadn't been planned, a chance meeting, but sparks had flown, and now she craved the time with him... a smile tugged at her lips. To be honest, she just craved him, and nothing in her life had excited her as much as seeing that look on his face, the subtle danger of even one burning glance her direction only heightening the thrill.<br><br>The moan, the brief display of how desperately he wanted her sent quick, darting spikes of heat through her body, making her stomach muscles clench as deeper muscles tightened then slowly released. She felt overwarm, and knew she had to be flushed, the brightness in the room hinting at pupils grown wide to devour the sight of him, so smooth, so polished, when she knew what was under the surface. She should let him be, let him focus, she knew that, but some hell-born imp seemed to have taken control of her conscience, and she sat up, curling her legs under her, the posture almost sedate... if it hadn't been for the slow roll of one shoulder, the whisper of silk as it sagged to her elbow, then again, on the other side. A slow, undulating shimmy, and the blouse was on the bed behind her. With it gone, her hands rose to cup her breasts through the black lace of her bra, her face drawing tight, eyes half-closing as she pinched her nipples, her hips squirming.<br><br>"I want you..." she mouthed at him, her fingers reaching for the clasp, half afraid that she was pushing things too far, but equally certain that they hadn't gone nearly far enough. She was wet already, and throbbing. If the call didn't end soon... she wasn't sure how far she'd go with this, but she was beginning to think she'd give him quite a show...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 21:24:37</strong>
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				The call was going on longer than he had wished or hoped, and showed no signs of stopping at that moment, the VP intent upon getting every bit of information he could to make the decision he needed to make, and completely oblivious to the effect it was having on him as another sideways glance saw her slip out of the blouse, the posture almost sensual in it's sexuality as he hands lifted to her breasts, seeing her face draw tight as she pinched her nipples, her eyes half-closed as her hips squirmed...&nbsp; His own hand was rubbing a little harder now, wishing it was she doing this to him while he teased those beautiful breasts, tweaked those nipples which lay seductively hidden beneath the black lace, wanting to reveal them and suckle on them hungrily as he watched the emotions crash across her face...<br><br>The mouthed words caught him off guard and it was only through a quick reaction he managed to kill the connection to the mic as he moaned her name, the hand in his lap had dragged the zipper down now and, after a moment's brief struggle his shaft literally leapt from his jeans, standing strong and tall, throbbing almost to the point of pain, and yet he couldn't have taken it trapped in the tight jeans for another moment longer...<br><br>He abruptly turned back to the screen, the mic was back on and he was responding to the VP, his hand stilled at his shaft not needing the distraction right then, and yet the delicious thrill he was getting from her teasing making him wish there was more...&nbsp; His voice was tight for just a moment, then he cleared his throat and continued, apparently unnoticed by the VP as he answered more questions.&nbsp; His left hand strayed to his shaft and gently stroked as he cast her a sideways glance, the moan of her name from before telling her just how much he wanted her, and then his hand stilled again as more question were answered, the tension in his shoulder telling her he was under intense control for the moment, desperate to make it through this meeting and be done with it, as another blue eyed glance was cast her way, a soft growl escaping his throat thankfully after the click of the mouse button, the pained expression that appeared on his face briefly telling her his aching need for her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>07-06-2007, 08:09:44</strong>
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				She could hardly believe it when she saw him tug the zipper down, her mouth going dry at the sight, amply compensated for by the wetness that was soaking the black lace of her panties. The moan sent shivers down her spine, gooseflesh springing to life and rippling down her arms. She loved that sound, so expressive of what they both were feeling. She didn't have to pretend, and her warm brown eyes avidly drank in the sight of his arousal, such a blatant contrast to the calm tone of his voice.<br><br>She ought to stop. She knew she should, but her hands responded to her desires, not her conscience, releasing the clasp, her full breasts swinging free, the nipples already crinkled, tightening when she pinched them again, a shudder visibly moving through her. Her eyes, though, kept darting back to his cock, a look of painful desire claiming her face, one hand coming up so she could bite at one knuckle to hold back any sound, and even that might not quite have been enough that he couldn't at least imagine he heard the whimper before she rolled off the bed and turned her back to him so he could see her reaching for the zipper on her skirt, and watch her skin come into view as the fabric parted.<br><br>A shimmy of her hips and it fell, revealing the black lace of her panties over stockings and a garter belt. As she returned to the bed, her fingers caught and dragged the panties down to where the were loose, barely covering her, but giving ample room for her hand to slide beneath while she laid back against the pillows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>07-06-2007, 17:41:06</strong>
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				The look in his eyes spoke volumes and made his hand move a little faster, a quick glance telling him the VP was more than busy right at that moment as he looked over at her, trying to hide his facial reaction as she undid the bra and let her beautiful breasts free, her hands moving to pinch her nipples, seeing the shudder than ran through her body at that touch as he saw her glancing at his throbbing shaft, his thigh trembled glad that he was the one handling himself right then as he could stop the moment the VP asked another question, clearing his throat before clicking on the mic and answering smartly, concisely...<br><br>Watching as the VP's gaze dropped to the documentation again signaling his hand to start moving, slowly, teasingly, the tip already slick with precum from the intensity of his arousal...&nbsp; The way she bit at her knuckle to stifle her moans and cries was wonderful to him, and then she was turning away, undoing and slipping out of the skirt revealing such a beautiful sight, long, incredible, stocking clad legs, the lace panties and garter...&nbsp; Some part of him wished she still wore those heels, as they would have completed the picture and he idly wondered what she'd look like in a corset...&nbsp; A swift thought of what she'd look like tied to the bed at his mercy dragged a moan from him which, thankfully, was after the mic was turned off and his hand pumped a couple of times...&nbsp; Another thought of what she'd look like kneeling or standing over him, himself restrained as his gaze wander up those long legs, heels and garter, touching herself while he writhed before her...<br><br>With a start he saw her drag the panties down a little and move back on the bed, her hand slipping beneath the thin lace as she laid back for him, his gaze raking over her body as his hand pumped a little harder, the moan of her name tearing itself from his throat before glancing back at the screen, swallowing, wondering whether the VP had noticed anything but, apparently he hadn't...&nbsp; More question were answered though he couldn't command his hand to stop now, thinking all the teasing, playful thoughts and seeing her out of the corner of his eye as he answered as well as he could, struggling to make a good impression while wishing dearly this damn call was over!&nbsp; God she was beautiful...&nbsp; And such a tease!!!&nbsp; So many thoughts, both kinky and plain playful washed through his mind, and he knew this was going to be something wonderful intense...<br><br>He growled by way of frustration and clearing his throat, and clicked the mic back on to answer, clicking off&nbsp; as he gasped, hoping he didn't look too flustered as he glanced over at her, the raw desire and aching need in his eyes intense...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 06:48:12</strong>
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				She watched him with avid intensity, never looking away the way he had to in order to maintain appearances... and his focus. The sight of the glistening drop at the tip of his cock, watching his broad hand smear it over the head, along the shaft, made her lick her lips, the flush heightening on her cheeks, spreading further across her torso. She ached to taste him, gradually realizing that her hand was following the pace he set with his. She wished he was crawling toward her across the bed, his eyes burning with intent, his smile hungry, then shuddered, her hips bucking a little harder as she imagined him pulling her panties down with his teeth. She'd been slick before, but that idea made her truly wet. They'd had some good times, but the way his eyes followed her with the garter and hose she'd worn that day, thinking of him, it made her wonder if he'd like other things... leather manacles and soft, silky rope. She bit her lips hard enough to hurt as she remembered the cock cage she'd seen in a magazine, once, imagined him bound, straining toward her as she teased him.<br><br>A moan escaped her efforts, not loud, but enough that she gave him a quick, desperate look. She should stop. She didn't want to do anything that would make problems for him. They were still just getting to know each other, really, everything feeling fresh, exciting, and so incredibly hot. He was the sexiest guy she thought she'd ever met, and not just appearance, but the way he looked at her, the way his fingertips would trail over her arm while they were eating dinner, the almost-caress of his voice when he said her name. Her nether lips were swollen and slippery, her clit jutting out from its sheath, and the panties were starting to get in the way. She stopped and took a shuddering breath, trying to compose herself, but then she saw the look in his eyes as he glanced toward her, the raw need so thinly veiled sending a fresh shudder through her belly.<br><br>Whimpering, she tugged the panties down and off with trembling hands and spread her legs wide, biting back a shout, choking it to another stifled whimper, her head arching back against the pillows while she slid two fingers deep inside herself, then dragged her moistened fingers up to stroke on either side of her clit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 17:45:30</strong>
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				He could not know her thoughts as she wondered if he'd like other things, but had he been able to he would have been very surprised by his own reaction, such thoughts having been hidden as deep, dark fantasies for a long time, being restrained by this beautiful woman and teased until he begged and screamed were just part of those dark fantasies, and had he known she had briefly thought of a cock cage or cock ring, to prevent him from being able to climax until she released him, he might have even been pushed over the edge right then and there...&nbsp; As it was her moan made him thankful he had been keeping the mic muted, though his look wasn't a reproach, far from it, it would have told her how much she was affecting him, and how much he loved to hear her moan...<br><br>Her whimper as she tugged down her panties and tossed them to the side made him stifle a moan of his own, his tip was glistening with precum now as his hand teased himself almost past the point of being able to control himself, or even think clearly, and as he glanced over he saw her back arch as she spread her legs wide, heard her bite back a shout as he watched two fingers slide deep into her body, then come out to tease her clit...&nbsp; He moaned but managed to drag himself back to the task at hand as another question was answered, his voice a little more strained this time but apparently unnoticed, and, a moment later he was signing off, relief flooding through him that he had managed to complete the call <em>and</em> had managed to secure funding for the project, in fact secured more than he had asked for!<br><br>Elation combined with the intensity of the moment and, while her back was arched and head thrust back he stripped quickly having made sure the connection was closed and the computer was, in fact, shutting down, the first she knew that he was moving was the bed shifting under his weight as his mouth suckled her clit hard, the tip of his tongue teasing it mercilessly as two fingers pressed deep into her and starting thrusting away...&nbsp; He ached for her, but right now he wanted to hear her scream as she climaxed, he was splayed out to the side as he moaned against her clit, his shaft pulsing and throbbing visible as his free hand moved slowly up and down, keeping himself on the edge but not wanting to cum just yet...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 08:13:23</strong>
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				The dip in the mattress brought her eyes open wide, but then they closed again, tighter yet, as she felt his mouth and hand replace her fingers. Immediately, her hips bucked up against his wicked mouth, and she choked on a shout that dissolved into a whimper, her hands lifting to his head, her fingers threading into his hair. With the surprise of it, the sweet bliss of his touch, the wild eroticism of the last few minutes touching herself while he watched... in the instant his fingertips brushed across that particularly sensitive spot inside her, she came hard, screaming his name, the spasms so strong that her upper body lifted up off the bed, only falling back when the first clenching rush had faded, but even then, shuddering trembles shot through her with aftershocks that left her breathless, stammering love-words while she stroked his head, his shoulders, his arms... all of him that she could reach. <br><br>When she could draw breath to speak, she moaned his name again and sat up, rolling somewhat to her side until she could reach him, one hand stroking down his raised side, the other balancing her enough to let her lean toward him and swirl her tongue across the broad head of his cock, groaning at the taste of him she'd been craving since that morning... or more accurately, since she'd left his place the night before...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 17:02:36</strong>
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				He moaned against her as she climaxed hard for him, his tongue and mouth suckling hard right on her sensitive clit as his fingers found and teased that sensitive spot within her, sighing softly as he heard her scream his name and lapping hungrily at her climax, feeling himself throbbing almost painfully for her and yet wanting to prolong her climax as much and as long as possible, teasing the after-shocks to keep her on edge as long as he could while her hands found him and traced through his hair and across his shoulders, her touch wonderful...<br><br>As she sat up and moved towards him he rolled slightly, guiding her to him and not letting her pull away from his mouth at all, then her hand was stroking down his side and her tongue swirled against him dragging a low moan of aching need from his lips, his hand guided her hips wanting to guide her on top of him, wanting so many things and having craved so much since the night before, and yet unbridled thoughts of her combined with fantasies making him wonder whether she would think he was weird or strange, wondering what it would be like to be in this position but at her mercy, unable to move and unable to cum unless she allowed it...&nbsp; Her groan against his tip made his whole body tense, his back arched slightly as he moaned her name softly, his mouth and tongue returning to tease her clit and lap at her pussy as tremors ran through his body...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 07:42:04</strong>
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				She felt the nudge from his hand, the subtle pressure, and chuckled softly, stroking him once, very gently, then letting go, having to twist a little as she gained her balance enough to roll onto hands and knees above him, before settling most of her weight on his chest. By drawing her knees up under herself, she opened all her secret places to his hands and mouth, shivering a little at the thrill of being so exposed when she knew what deliciously wicked things he did with his tongue, when her body still felt like it was sparkling from her first orgasm. <br><br>But then, he was right there for her, too, and she was more than ready to make the most of it, moistening one of her small hands with the precum welling at his tip, then slowly stroking down to the base of him, her hand tighter this time, holding him to let her mouth close around the swollen head of his cock, working it in and out of her lips, just the head, the tip of her tongue tracing circles around the flare, and gradually tightening her jaw until her front teeth just barely scraped the sweet spot that this position wouldn't let her hit square with her tongue. He tasted so good. She groaned, low in her throat, her hand tightening just a bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 21:06:28</strong>
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				He moaned as she revealed herself to him, settling on his chest and feeling her hot breath on the glistening tip of his throbbing cock was pure bliss, the touch of her hand making him moan and groan, his hips shifting slightly as she stroked him down to the base...&nbsp; Then he was arching his back a little, head thrust back as her mouth closed around the tip of his cock, tremors running down his thighs as she worked it in and out of her mouth, her hand tightening on him almost as though she was holding back his impending release, a fact that made him squirm all the more, knowing him cumming would be at her mercy, a deliciously playful thought that increased the intensity of the moment...<br><br>He growled against her pussy as he suckled her sensitive clit back into his mouth, moaning harshly against it as he felt her teeth drag over him, electricity shooting through his veins at everything she was doing, her grown making him wonder if he wouldn't have cum then and there if it hadn’t been for the tight grip of her hand...&nbsp; He squirmed and writhed beneath her, fingertips pressing into her hot, slick passage as he teased her clit, his other hand finding her ass and pressing a fingertip against it firmly, a slight circular motion as he suddenly gasped against her...<br><br>He moaned her name suddenly, hips thrusting a little as his back arched again, and yet even though his balls were tightening he couldn't cum, not yet, not as he felt her hand tighten on him making him growl, with both exquisite bliss and just a hint of frustration, though things had only just begun he moaned her name again with an almost pleading tone, a fleeting, playful thought wondering if he should beg to be allowed to cum...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>18-06-2007, 07:33:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered, an unsteady whimper resonating around his cock as his mouth, and then his hands returned to her wet and throbbing pussy. She was still so sensitive that every motion of his lips, tongue or fingers sent white-hot jolts through every nerve-ending she possessed. Squeezing a little harder yet, and working her hand up and down a fraction of an inch, she adjusted her balance and brought her other hand up to cup his sac, gently lifting his balls and rolling her fingers from side to side beneath them, at the same time sucking harder on his cock, drawing more and more of his shaft into her mouth until her lips met her hand.<br><br>While she was tormenting him, her hips, too, had started rocking, trying to beg for more. She loved it when he held her spread so wide, and wondered about something she'd read about but never tried, that would hold her that way for him, and then a frisson of a thrill ran down her spine as she thought about him being the one locked to the metal bar she'd seen in an ad. He flat-out sent her senses reeling, and she wanted it all from him, but with her mouth so deliciously full, there wasn't any way for her to beg for more except by pressing against his hands and mouth... and by doing more with her tongue, slow swirls around him and faster, harder flicks, constantly varying the suction in her mouth, and scraping here and there with her teeth.<br><br>He moaned her name and she whimpered, wriggling on top of him, aching for more, finally pulling away, rolling off of him and turning to throw a leg over his waist. "I want you inside me <em>now</em>!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>22-06-2007, 00:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The whimper that resonated around him might have pushed him over the edge, something that seemed so easy with her as much as she turned him on, had it not been for the tight grip of her hand around him, the pressure serving to hold him back from the edge of release though it did not stop him from almost being driven insane by the sensations, a gasp escaping his lips that caressed her pulsing clit with his hot breath as she tightened the hold still further, then her other hand began playing with his balls and his back arched up to her, pressing their chests together as he cried out with passion, the passion holding a hint of frustration as his body was beginning to ache for release, a release controlled by her hand...<br><br>He struggled to tease and caress her further even as she started sucking on him harder, taking more of him into her mouth making his thighs tremble from the sensations and dragging whimpers now from him that teased her clit as his fingers played her body closer and closer to a crescendo...<br><br>The rocking of her hips told him how much he was affecting her, and though he could not know what she was thinking the fact that she was controlling his impending and almost painfully frustrated orgasm made his imagination run wild with thoughts of being bound by her, teased and tormented and left begging to be allowed to cum, or to strap her down and inflict the same on her, tease her so close, so achingly close, and then to keep her dancing on the edge of oblivion...&nbsp; All thoughts were driven from his mind as she worked his throbbing cock harder and fast, the scrape of her teeth making his back arch harshly, and the suction making him thrust slightly against her mouth, as moans, gasps and cries constantly escaped his mouth, spilling over her dripping pussy as he delved his tongue deep into her, past the folds, fingertips brushing over her clit...<br><br>Suddenly she moaned against him and pulled away, a harsh moan escaping him as his shaft came free from her mouth and hand, and then she was straddling him, his hands moving to guide her onto him, feeling himself sinking deep into her pussy, feeling her muscles tightening around the intrusion and then rippling along his length as he arched towards her, moaning her name, hands moving to brush over her clit as he felt her shift on top of him, becoming accustomed to him filling her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>23-06-2007, 07:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A low murmur flowed from her throat at the feeling of his hands on her hips, then she dropped onto him, the sudden shock of being filled making her cry out and shudder, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he arched toward her, pressing deeper yet. She was already so sensitive, had cum once, and then he'd worked that magic with his mouth, that it took a long moment to ride through the first spasms and chills, gasping until her inner muscles relaxed around the invasion, and, when they had, her warmer hum returned.<br><br>Her eyes opened, looking down at him with a supremely satisfied smile. "Oh, baby..." she whispered. "You feel so good. I couldn't stop thinking about this all morning, wanting you so bad..." Performing for him had turned her on even more, and then his mouth, dear heaven, what the man could do with his mouth, and she loved the way he moaned and gasped. She shivered again, thinking about the sounds he made, about how much she loved the raw, uninhibited nature of what they'd found together. She loved that she could send him as hard and fast as he did her, and she loved how he pushed her for more, gasping when his fingers slid between their bodies to tease her clit, sending fresh shudders dancing along her skin.<br><br>"Gods, baby... please... don't stop," she added, rising up a little and leaning forward , then sliding back down, the sensations pulling her face into a grimace of pleasure. "So damned good..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 19:25:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of her suddenly dropping on him was incredible, and he moaned her name aloud as he felt her muscles rippling around him, growing accustomed to his size, feeling the shudder run through her body, the spasms washing over her accompanied by the echoes of pleasure across her face, then she spoke, looking down at him with those beautiful eyes..&nbsp; "I know, baby, god I know!" he moaned, thinking of all teh times he his thoughts had returned to her, how exited he had gotten with each thought, how almost in trouble he had gotten with each...&nbsp; And then the sexy play while he had been on the call, how close she had taken him to release in those moments...<br><br>He moaned again as he caressed her, letting fingertips tease her clit, wanting to feel her cum again, only this time on him, around him, his hips shifting slightly as she slowly rode up and down his length, so exquisitely slowly as his other hand reached up and caressed her right breast, trapping her nipple between thumb and the side of his hand, squeezing tightly as his eyes blazed with passion, "That's it, beautiful, ride me...&nbsp; I want to feel you cum on me baby, let me feel you, let me see you..." he hissed softly through a moan, holding himself back as best he could though he found himself wishing her hand or something else was there, tight around the base of his shaft, holding back his climax as she had done while she was using her mouth...&nbsp; He moaned aloud at the thought, images of other toys, of other play, tumbling through his mind as he watched her rise up and settle down on him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 07:20:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her laugh was shaky, but throaty and sensual as they found a rhythm, and trailed off into a more visceral sound at the feeling of his hand warm on her breast, darts of white-hot sensation searing through her with the way he pinched her nipple. Between that, the look in his eyes, his other hand teasing her clit, and most of all the long, thick heat of him sunk so deep inside her, it was the simple truth when she whispered, "It won't take much, sugar... Mmmmm... Not much... at all."<br><br>She rode him harder more than faster as she felt everything pulling tight inside her, reaching for the sweet bliss she found with him, grinding down at the end of every stroke, wanting all of him, loving the way he filled her, and so happy not to need to hide the grimace on her face, to be able to let herself go this way. Her breath became harsh panting, broken by little whimpers and moans, the flush covering most of her body as each stroke drove her nearer what felt like it was shaping up to be a shattering release. He felt so damned good when he was close, the way his head flared within her, dragging against her so-sensitive inner walls that gripped tight around him.<br><br>Sometimes there was one specific thing that sent her over, that took the fiercely aching need and set spark to the explosive passion that had been building, but not this time. This time it was that perfect moment, when rising passion simply bursts of ripeness, sending honey-sweet sensation dancing down every nerve ending while muscles clench too tight to draw breath, not an instant of it lost in surprise, just wave after wave of ecstasy sending chills chasing the hot flush along her skin as her tight throat turned a scream into a thick and gutteral sound. Her hands clenched as hard on his shoulders as her sheath did on his shaft as she bucked against him, rhythm lost to the immediacy of the spasms wracking her body. Long seconds later, she drew enough breath to whimper his name...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 19:20:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned harshly as she rode him harder, loving the motion of her hips against him, pulling everything of her tightening around him as she got closer and closer, his eyes open watching every transformation across her face with wonder and adoration, seeing the flush as it spread across her body, her harsh panting, the whimpers and moans...&nbsp; The explosion of her climax dragged a harsh cry from him as he felt her muscles spasming around him, his back arching as he struggled to keep watching, not wanting to miss a thing as he pressed upwards into her, watching intently as she crashed over the edge into oblivion...<br><br>Part of him wanted so desperately to hold off, to hold back from his own climax, to be able to take her over the edge again and yet it was too much for him, the shudders and spasms as she bucked against him, and with an almost strangled moan his hands clutched at her hips, pressing himself deep as his balls tightened harshly, almost painfully as he had been held back from a climax all the time she was teasing him both during the call and with her mouth, and with a sudden, powerful shudder he exploded within her...&nbsp; His hot seed burst from his tip with surprising force, his head thrust back and his back arched up to her as he cried out her name, every muscle in his body tightening savagely, and spurt after spurt jetted into her, the moment seeming to last for an eternity...<br><br>Breathless...&nbsp; He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings, as he slowly came down from the endorphin high, only really cognizant of her, and their intimate position, her whimper of his name dragged a breath moan of hers as he cradled her to him, spasms still wracking his body as he held her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightBird</strong> on <strong>23-07-2007, 06:17:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The world was dim and distant around her, vision narrowed to his face, like a glimpse of heaven seeing his expression tight with sensation. She'd just begun to pull in a deeper breath after whispering his name, her body trembling with the wracking waves of heat rolling through her, but then he started to cum and the sensation of his cock pulsing within her, sunk so deep, sent the breath out of her again in a short, sharp scream, collapsing against him and riding out the renewed spasms with gasps and little whimpers, shuddering with the feel of his arms wrapping around her while his body still bucked beneath hers. <br><br>"Baby... oh, baby," she whimpered, rubbing her face against his sweat-slick chest, not caring what it did to her makeup. Her hair, usually so neatly pulled back, was now a tumbled veil of curls falling across them both. Slowly, so deliciously slowly, the clenching ripples within her eased, and with them the convulsive spasms, leaving her spent and panting softly, her breath warm on his throat. "I've been craving this all morning. Couldn't get you out of my mind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Lunch (NightBird &amp; TheWolf)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheWolf</strong> on <strong>24-07-2007, 19:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her scream of pleasure was music to his ears and he moaned as she collapsed against him, riding out their mutual climax, listening to the soft whimpers and moans, the shudders passing through her body.&nbsp; Slowly, so slowly, his body came to rest leaving him gasping harshly, listening to her words, feeling the thrill pass down his spine that she had been thinking of him, <em>craving</em> him...<br><br>The tumble of her hair tickled his chest bringing a smile to his face as he spoke, "I've missed you so much, baby...&nbsp; Oh god I missed you!!&nbsp; And that...&nbsp; teasing..." he said, feeling his body shift slightly at the thought of how she had teased him, wishing for more, wanting more almost desperately, not even realizing his hips had started to move as he remembered what she had done while he'd been on the call, how he couldn't move to do anything about it, wondering what it would have been like had he not even been able to touch himself...&nbsp; He growled softly, throatily, as he kissed the top of her head, "Missed you, craved you, ached for you..." he said with a soft moan...
			</dd>
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