textfiles/sex/EROTICA/O/offline.txt

                          Taking it Off-Line

   He was sitting at the computer, concentrating on the activity
online. She approached from behind, and put her arms around his
shoulders, leaned her breasts into his back, and nuzzled his ear.  He
leaned into her, and lost his stream of thought on the conversation
online.  She kissed the top of his head, then the back of his neck.

   "Let's go to bed, honey," she whispered huskily.

   A few quick keystrokes and he was logged off.  She shut off the
light and led him into the dimly lit bedroom.  The bed looked
inviting, and he sat on the edge.  She stood in front of him, one of
his legs between hers, and rested lightly on his knee with her warm
femaleness. He began to already feel a stirring, but he knew that she
wasn't was going to make his satisfaction come too soon, nor would he
hers.

   She unbuttoned his shirt collar, and leaned forward, kissing him in
the hollow of the neck, and letting her fingers trail onto his chest.
Putting his arms around her, he pulled her closer and kissed her
eyelids, her hair, all around her mouth.  She sucked his lower lip
into her mouth and gently nibbled at it, as her hands pushed his chest
a bit away from her, just enough to unbutton a few more shirt buttons.
She wrapped her arms around him beneath the shirt and rubbed her
fingers lightly on his bare back.  She felt a bit of a shiver from him
as her adjusted to the almost tickling sensation.  Quickly, her thrust
her arms upward and yanked the shirt unexpectedly out of his pants.

   Her hands moved to the belt, and he continued attempting to suck
her tongue into his mouth, while she fumbled with the buckle.  From
experience, he knew that the fumble was all part of the tease, and he
loved feeling her fingers fluttering at his fly, exciting him even
more. He knew she loved seeing that first thrust of his hard penis
against the fabric of his shorts once she freed him from the belt and
zipper, and at the same time, he longed for her hot and moist crotch
against him.  He ran his hands down her tush, and pulled her toward
him with both hands, but she resisted, still working on his zipper.

   At last she managed to slide it downward.  His penis burst forth
from the constriction of his pants and pushed against the soft fabric
of his shorts. She moved her hands down over the stiff cock and he
took in a breath quickly.  His hands gripped her ass, and began to
work at pulling her dress up over her ample rear.

   She had on his favorite dress, the black silk one, and he imagined
that he could feel the soft lacy half slip and matching camisole, but
he wasn't absolutely sure.  She was a woman of many surprises, and her
imagination was limitless.  She raised herself up a bit, still
balancing on his knee, and allowed the dress to slide up.

   "Omigod," he intoned to himself.  She didn't have on the slip and
he couldn't feel the bottom of the camisole, either.  He suspected
that she had on some as yet unseen article to delight him.

   She leaned backward, and let him shrug off the shirt.  Then she
dropped to the floor and untied his shoes, pulled them off, rolled his
socks down and off. She caressed his arches, tickled the tops of his
feet lightly, and dropped a small kiss on the instep of each foot.
Running her hands up his calves, she pulled forward lightly, and urged
him to stand.  As he arose, his pants slid to the floor and were
tossed aside. Then she rose, and in one swift motion lifted her arms
and allowed him to slip the dress up and over her head.  The cloth
moving over her hair made it even further mussed it, and made it
wilder and sexier than usual.

   But her hair was not what he was concentrating on.  No, definitely
not her hair.  The removal of the dress revealed a one-piece garment,
not unlike what he would picture Scarlet O'Hara as having worn.  True,
it was black and that's not exactly what he would picture the southern
belle in, but close enough.  It cinched in her waist and emphasized
her already hourglass and substantial figure.  At the top, her breasts
were half-bare, and the nipples peeked out over a tiny edge of pink
lace.  He rested his hands lightly at her waist and noticed her
red-blonde hair peeking out at him from below.  This garment, whatever
it was, ended just below the hip and there were garters descending
down her legs (black and pink garters, no less!) and hooking into
sheer black stockings.  How could he have not guessed that something
like this was waiting under that much-loved but demure dress, he
wondered.

   His hands forced her to turn around, and the back of the
undergarment revealed that that was just as bare.  Her rounded rear
protruded invitingly and he smoothed his hands over the cheeks.  He
teasingly ran a finger up between her cleft and felt her tense under
his touch. He turned her back around, pulling her close, and ruling
her with his cool touch.  She melted against him.

   She could feel the protrusion of his penis pushing against her, and
she realized that he was still wearing his cotton undershorts.  She
ran her hands around his back and eased them inside the waistband,
sliding them down, and over his ass.  For just a moment they stood
locked that way.  Then she began pulling his underwear off, revealing
his hairy tush, and backing just far enough away from him to lift the
shorts over his hard cock, and let the underwear fall to the floor,
forgotten beneath them.

   He moved backwards and again sat on the edge of the bed.  He pulled
her toward him, his hands still caressing her rear, and buried his
face in the cleft of her breasts, nuzzling and licking and nibbling.
Her fingers were running through the back of his hair, lightly
tickling his scalp and sending shivers down his spine, as she widened
the angle between her legs and allowed his fingers to glide over her
warm, moist fragrant slit.

   One of his hands trailed down the back of her thigh, playing around
the top of stocking and finally finding the garter.  He unhooked it,
and then repeated the action on the other side.  As sexy as this
garment was, he knew that the body underneath, with the expanse of
soft pink-white skin was even more sensuous. Slowly he released her,
never breaking the rhythm of his caresses, and slid his hand down her
leg, reaching her ankle.  He stretched the leg out, resting the small
foot gently on his crotch.  The black stockinged toes wiggled against
his balls, and he admired the view of her balanced there, one leg up
and touching him most privately, her pink pussy open to him, the pose
causing her breasts to be thrust forward and her ass appear almost
totally rounded.  He slid his hand back up the leg, and unhooked the
front garter, allowing himself the luxury of a brush of his fingers
across her opening before he released that leg to the floor, and
replaced it with her other.  He almost gave in to the urge to bury his
face in her downy privates, but instead continued to remove her
stocking.

   This time however, he did not release her foot to the floor. He
slid the silky nylon down her leg and let the motion of her toes and
the fabric being swished over his scrotum to excite him further, as he
explored the possibilities of how the black and pink bustier was to be
removed.  Finally, he discovered a pink ribbon at the center front
that looked like it could be untied, and putting her foot back to the
floor, leaned forward and concentrated on this puzzle.  His large
hands fumbled with the tiny ribbon but managed to untie it, and then
free the laces down the front of the garment.  Eventually, the garment
was loosened enough to allow it to slide off with his help, and she
stepped out of it, leaving the small pile of black and pink lace on
the floor.

   He cupped a breast in each hand, and brushed his thumbs across her
nipples. She thrust herself toward him, and began kissing his neck,
his chin, his mouth.  Together, the rolled onto the bed, facing each
other and side by side, kissing and fondling, his fingers tracing
circles around her breasts and her hands pulling him toward her by his
hips.  A subtle shift and she was atop him, straddling his chest with
her knees, her moist crotch resting warmly on him. She dangled her
breasts in his face, teasing him with the milky softness and the erect
pink nipples.  She brushed his lips with the nipples and leaned
forward, burying his face between her breasts, feeling his hot breath
on her, and letting his hands guide a nipple into his mouth.  His
tongue flicked across the nipple, and gently he began sucking, as she
rocked forward on her hips to match the rhythm of his mouth on her
throbbing nipple.  She could feel almost a line running straight
downward from her nipple to her clit and longed to feel his mouth or
his hand or his penis touching her there too, as she rubbed herself
against his chest.

   His hands urged her aside, and now she was on the bottom, with his
face on her tummy and his hands beneath her hips.  His penis brushed
her chin, and she touched her tongue to it as he ran his mouth down
her belly, parted her legs with his hands, and tasted her.  His tongue
flicked over her clit, and she felt the urge to moan, but his cock was
filling her mouth, so she licked and sucked and reached for his balls
with her hands.

   She could feel his hands working her hips higher, pulling them into
her face, and then a finger dipping into her vagina from behind.  He
toyed there, moving the finger in circles inside her, then in and out.
All the time, his tongue and lips continued to work on her throbbing
bud, and she felt the tension beginning to build.  The finger left her
vagina, and slid southward, finding her anus and teasing, touching,
tickling there until the tightness relaxed and the finger, moist with
her own juices, slid inside.  She took a breath quickly, and felt the
fullness, the thrusting, his mouth, his fingers...and knew that soon
all inhibitions would release and she would come.

   But no...the rhythm changed and she almost cried with the
disappointment.  He pulled back, and turned around, resting her ankles
on his shoulders and spreading her legs wide as he entered her.  The
sudden fullness made her gasp with delight, and he let her legs
support him as he plunged forward, letting his penis stay inside her
for a second as she tightened the muscles inside to clutch at his
organ.  He knew she loved this, what she called her "rocking chair" as
they moved back and forth together, watching each others faces, bodies
hot and slick and melting into one.

   But now it was her turn.  She stopped the motion, and her realized
that now the tables were turned.  She wanted him in her mouth, the
explosion coming where she could feel it all, and he accommodated her
by pulling out and rolling onto his back.  She leaned over him, on her
knees and at his side, her rounded ass toward him, her legs slightly
separated.  She took his penis in her mouth, touching his balls
lightly with one hand and balancing on the other.  He raised his hand
to her bottom and smacked it with his open palm once lightly.  The
sudden shock made her take his cock more deeply, and she moaned as she
felt her power over him with her tongue, her teeth grazing his
foreskin ever so gently on the out-thrust.

   Her rear presented such an inviting picture, and he slid a finger
lightly into her ass, another into her vagina.  Silently, she thanked
her lucky stars that she'd found a man with big, agile hands.  The
finger in her ass moved circularly, and the finger in her pussy moved
in and out.  His thumb brushed her clit and she began to moan, even as
she felt his balls tightening.  The rhythm began to build, his two
fingers and his thumb moving at the same pace as her tongue and lips
and fingers on his balls.  Both of them were beyond the point of
return and her hips thrust in time to his hands.  His pelvis rose and
fell, helping her mouth along.  A moan began, whether from him or her
neither was certain, and was joined by a cry from the other.

   Her clit was throbbing and she felt the tingle all the way to her
breasts as she rubbed them across his thigh.  She pressed downward,
pushing herself into his hands, and tonguing his cock more
frantically.  She knew that only seconds were left, if that, and then
she felt his penis begin pumping.

   As her own orgasm crested and washed over her, the waves of motion
and emotion taking her, she tasted his semen in her mouth, felt it
splatting against her palate.  Everything became a blur of sensations,
pleasurable tastes, touches, sounds, smells, sights--all blending into
a wonderful moment of total abandon of inhibition.  She let herself
ride the crest, and dimly knew he was doing the same.

   And then she relaxed, let his now flaccid penis fall aside. She
dropped from her knees to stretch out, still facing opposite him, on
the bed.  She became aware of the heavy breathing and the slick bodies
and the musky scents and rested, as he did the same.  A few minutes
later, she twisted around and righted herself, putting her head on the
pillow next to his.

   She kissed him on the ear lightly, and grinned at his satisfied and
sleepy smile.  She whispered  "My love, I never ever expected to meet
someone like you online.  And taking it off-line was surely the bonus
of a lifetime."  And then she snuggled up next to him and fell into a
light sleep, knowing that a similar scene would be enacted again in a
few hours, as they savored their limited time together.