1. A Simple Text


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: mulls1000, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    push you face first up against the bookshelf end. Facing away from me, my strong hands firmly find the dip of your waist. My touch always so assured, so confident. The book slips from your clasp with a thud as you feel the weight of my body pinning you against the wooden aisle end. In the silence the noise seems so loud, and my heart thunders against my chest as I hold you tight, my hands still, the thud of the book still resonating in my ears. Waiting, wondering if down below the librarian was on her way. Senses heightened, I listen intently, hearing our every breath as we wait nervously. No sounds, no footsteps, silence maintains. My hold on you relinquishes just a little. You purr at my forceful actions and I can sense the heat of my breath upon your exposed shoulders. I inhale, and savour the scent of your fragrance that I knew so well as my hands caress the curves of your body through the soft fabric of your dress. "Baby," you murmur, as one hand slips north, ruffling your dress under my touch, fingers finding and following the curve of your bosom, palm soon cupping and caressing your aching breast through your clothes. "Ssshhh," I whisper, as I bring my mouth down beneath your soft hair, attentive lips sensually nibbling and nuzzling at your creamy neck. Instantly I feel you push back against me, our bodies firmly moulding as one as your hands reaches up and finds my hair. Fingertips ruffle as you bite your bottom lip with a stifled whimper. My other hand slips from ...
    the dip of your waist over the rise of your hips and back down, fingers expertly finding and hooking the hem of your dress. You arch your neck to one side, allowing my hungry lips to devour, raining butterfly kisses upon your delicate skin. For as much as I had been teasing you, I had also been teasing myself, and now that you were here, now you were mine, I wanted every last inch of you. Our play a powerful aphrodisiac as passions spill over in a whirlwind of lust. I feel you squirm and writhe against me, my fingers pulling at the hem of your dress, edging it that bit higher. The sensual touch of your stocking thighs, fingers upon your inner thighs stirring my hunger further. My thumb dances over your pebbled nipples, taut and engorged beneath the combination of dress and intricate lace bra that I knew would match that of your panties and stockings. I could feel my heat pounding, my desires overwhelming to the point that my grasp of control was teetering on the edge. My gasps meet your whimpers and I feel the near-buckling of your knee. The hem of your dress hiked up enough that my skilled fingers soon find your panties. Stroking and caressing I can feel your swollen and wet sex beneath the delicate, already moist lace. Your lips part uncontrollably, your hands slipping from my hair and reaching up over your head, pressing up against the wooden book aisle end. My hand traces over your breasts, my fingers running up your neck before teasing your lips with my thumb. I savour the ...
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