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<<<<<Orphan Annie's 5th Adventure>>>>>
Even though we'd stopped going out a year ago, I was still
curious about Norman. He'd always been intriguing, he'd always made me
laugh and smile, and I remember his being dynamite in bed. But he'd
gotten serious about another girl (god, don't you hate to compete with
18-year olds? and I'm not sure she was even 18) and without much ado
I'd just made myself scarce. No big scene a year ago, but I wasn't
going to be merely an irregular Thursday-night diversion for him! But
then just last week someone had mentioned him in passing,
in the single mode. It wasn't "Norman and Chris," but merely
"Norman." So I called, and knew as soon as he answered I'd got myself
wrapped up again. I loved just hearing his voice. He was delighted,
even over the phone he made me smile, and we eagerly set a date for a
movie Friday evening. I would come over to his place, and I knew
there was already a good chance I wouldn't leave until Saturday or
even Sunday. When I arrived I presented him with a bottle of wine and a
very sensual kiss. I'd dressed in tight jeans and a thin crepe
blouse, and I could feel his hands warmly embrace me right through
the fabric. We decided to start the wine--so it could breathe for
later, of course--before leaving for the theater. I stood right next to
him as he maneuvered the cork out, so he'd catch the perfume I'd worn
for him; I know I was close enough to feel the warmth of his
body without even touching him. We toasted our good fortune and
then left hand-in-hand; during the drive over I kept my hand on his
leg and he was most terribly distracted. You give men just the hint
of sex and they go to pieces on you! In the theater I pulled his hand
over to my leg as soon as the lights dimmed. I held it down firmly
as he massaged my thigh and then slid up to cup my mound. He gently
rubbed me so that I could tell he hadn't forgotten a thing. My legs
were spread wide apart and I held his wrist in close to me. Pretty
soon my breath was getting shorter and shorter and I had to make him
stop. My sigh of relief was almost audible, for I was about to come
right there! Then it was my turn. I reached down between his legs
and grabbed his balls. I could slide my hand up his shaft and back
down again, and even through the heavy fabric of his jeans could feel
him thick and throbbing. I kept that up for a half hour or so, and
had to quit when my arm was so tired from the contorted position that
my only other choice would have been to drop down on my knees between
his legs; it was a hard (!) choice, but the theater was too crowded to do
something obvious like that. So I squeezed his thigh, let go, and sat
back in the chair, resting while trying to catch up on the plot
I'd been ignoring. He put his arm around my shoulder just as the
movie began to shift to the romantic part of the adventure.
Inspiration to Norman! He let his hand drop down my front and
squeezed my breast. I had only a slender, thin bra on beneath the
crepe so that I could feel every one of his fingers caress me, and
in a very few moments my nipples were quite erect. He reached over
and undid a button on my blouse and slipped his hand inside. I was
so hot I was surprised there wasn't steam coming out, and the warmth
of his hand just reflected right back onto my chest. Audacious
as ever, Norman then proceeded not merely to cup my breast, but
there in the theater to slide his hand beneath the bra cup and
directly stimulate my nipple. I was about to come right there, once
again! The sexual tension was so high I had to grab the armrests to
keep from jumping him there in the seat! Thankfully, the movie soon
ended and we emerged into some surprisingly cold night air.
Well, the whole world was cold compared to us! We went to get a
bite to eat, where he and I played a marvelous game of
footsie. The wine didn't at all measure up, though, so we rushed
home to where we had something worth our attention(!). Norman lit a
fire while I freshened up (and put in a diaphragm!). When
I returned to the living room he had two glasses, the wine and
some pillows all arranged in front of the fireplace. I bent over
and kissed him as he handed me a glass, and rubbed his chest. He
grabbed my calf in reply while I sipped the wine. What a smooth,
sensual bouquet! A good beginning to this part of the evening, for
sure! Then we stretched out before the fire and kissed. Gently at
first, our lips just sort of nibbling on each other. Then we drew
each other closer and really explored mouths. He put his glass down
and began again on my blouse's buttons, and I likewise started in on
his shirt. I soon was rubbing my hands all over his hairy chest,
kissing his neck and tongueing his ears, and he was fumbling with the
front closure of my bra. Once he had it open I rolled him onto his
back, pushed his hands away from my tits and rubbed my chest directly
over his. I was so horny now! With his arms pinned to the floor I
wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed there, then ground my
pelvis against his. He closed his eyes and just took it like a man! When
I let his hands go they went for my butt and began to massage
it firmly, exploring all of it from my waist to the tops of my thighs,
and as he held me down I could feel him growing and throbbing beneath
his zipper. I lifted up and began to pull his zipper down, soon
exposing his shorts and then opening his pants all the way so I could
reach inside. What a find! He was moist, and warm, and full of fun
there! I soon moved my mouth's attentions there and took him fully
between my lips. He was tasty, too. I started sucking, kissing, and
squeezing him, all the while my hand cupping and massaging his balls.
In a very short while his hips were moving up and down in rhythm with my
mouth and I knew he wouldn't be long in coming. When the
spurts came I was swallowing it all and kept sucking even after he
had collapsed. After a brief recovery, he pulled me up to face him.
I first maneuvered his pants the rest of the way off, and then he
began to work on my belt. He had this great smile on his face that
made me let him do to me whatever he wanted! Soon, my jeans joined his
in a pile and his face was down between my legs, his hands on my
breasts. His tongue explored all the crevices and folds of my labia and
soon I was rubbing my mound up and down his face, getting him thoroughly
wet. In a last spasm I collapsed in a series of yells and was
twitching on the floor, like an epileptic, until I just fell asleep. I
think he did too, because the next thing I remember is his
gently shaking me, murmuring with half-closed eyes. Whatever he said, it
had something to do with going to bed and I was all too ready.
Somehow, with unsteady legs, I managed to stand up and we both sort of
wobbled down the hallway, leaning on each other. We didn't get out of
bed for thirty-six hours, though we must have slept no more than
five. For that night and the next full day the only sunlight we saw
was what came in through the curtains blowing at the open windows.
Well, Norman did get up to get the champagne and bagels we had for
breakfast, and I did have to pay attention to the contraceptive
supply. We would doze and awake only to make love. Then we'd
decide we were too musky (an oxymoron?) and go take a shower, where
I'd climb up on him in the hot stream and we'd screw away, my legs
around his waist and my arms around his neck as as I pumped away and he
swayed in the hot water. Then we'd towel each other off and climb back
into bed where he'd eat me again. I wholly lost track of how many
times I came, well over a hundred. I was at once
exhausted and exhilerated. After I went home, Sunday was shot, of
course, but I was exhausted for good causes: I think I'm now
bowlegged for life, and I think Norman has sworn off inexperienced
girls!
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From the collection of -=*<Rough Rider>*=-
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