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The Encounter
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author unknown
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*****
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I sit at the window, legs propped up on the sill, smoking. The cars
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go by below me, making a gentle shushing noise as they pass on the wet
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streets. Their headlights reflect off the slick road and make the
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patent tips of my lace-up, thigh-high boots glisten. I blow smoke
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against the window, watching it spread along the surface and
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disappear. The room is dark; the only light comes in from the city
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lights outside.
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The door opens with a soft click and the unmistakable noise of high
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heels on tile rings out through the room. I smile. This is what I
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have been waiting for. I turn to the entryway.
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You are smoking, too. You lean against the door frame, letting your
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purse fall to the floor. Its chain strap clinks as it coils at your
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feet. You take a long drag off your cigarette; the burning tip glows,
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illuminating your features and glinting like deep flame off the soft
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curls framing your face.
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You are a vision, like a drug to my senses. Standing there, you are a
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tall goddess, long and slinky and so very sexy. Your legs, covered in
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sheer black, flow down to deep green, velvet pumps. Clad in the same
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color, your body is encased in a waifish dress; a full skirt falls
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from a tight lace-up bodice, stopping just below the tops of the
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stockings I am certain are beneath it. Your breasts push up from the
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top of the dress. I can see them move delicately with your breathing,
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and I want to kiss their softness. Long, tight sleeves cover your
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arms, spilling to long ruffles of material at your wrists. My dress
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is identical, save that the color is deep purple.
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For a long moment, I do nothing but look at you. The electricity
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between us is almost tangible. We have done this before, you and I,
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and part of the excitement is the certainty and trust that we have in
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each other. We know what is coming, and it is beautiful and good. We
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extinguish our cigarettes; only one kind of fire is going to happen
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here tonight.
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I move to you, stopping mere inches from your body. Your perfume
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rises off you with your body's heat. I run my hands over your tight
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bodice, feeling the flesh beneath the material. My hands slip to the
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small of your back, savoring your tautness; your body is firm and
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lithe, and, while you are both taller and larger than I, you feel
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fragile and tiny under my hands. Pressing you back against the wall,
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I mold my body to yours; our breasts are crushed heavenly together,
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and our legs intertwine. You lean your face down to mine and our
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tongues meet, lightly, so as not to disturb our lipstick. I lean into
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you, my face in the divine place just below your neck and just above
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your breast, and we just hold each other. One of your hands tangles
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in my hair, bringing me closer. It has been too long, and I have
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missed you so much.
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After a delicious eternity, I move my nothing but my hands. They slip
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along your back and down to your hips and the backs of your thighs.
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We adjust our bodies slightly and my hips are pressed between yours.
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You spread your legs and move your free hand to my rear; your nail dig
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into me and we grind together. You moan quietly, feeling what is
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hidden beneath my dress.
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We move together to the bed, and you lie back, your hair spilling over
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your shoulders and the satin comforter. Your eyes are not on mine,
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but on the ceiling, where I know you are transfixed by our
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reflections. Slowly, I run my hand up your legs, lifting your skirt
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and revealing your stockings and six garters. I see you smile
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slightly at the image. We are beautiful.
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I slide your dress down over your shoulders, freeing your breasts. I
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bend down, letting my hair fall over them. You arch your back, aching
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for more of a touch, for something more than the feathery feel of my
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hair on your skin. I let your nipples brush my face and you squirm,
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trying to bring them to my mouth. I nip at their hardness and catch
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one between my teeth; you freeze, at the same time dreading and
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wanting me to bite it. I am gentle....this time....and let it go with
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only a small pressure. My tongue flicks across their tips; where my
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tongue is not, my fingers are, pinching and rolling them between my
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fingers. You begin to rub your legs together, wanting more and more.
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Running my hand down your flat stomach, I reach under your skirt and
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feel your lace panties underneath. You are hard, as hard as if I had
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had you in my mouth or inside of me. Your panties cannot contain you,
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and most of your length is exposed. I feel a rush of desire, and I
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long to have you inside of me....but tonight I am going to be inside
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of you.
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You tear your eyes from the mirror and look at me. I lift my own
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skirt and reveal what you had discovered earlier: my own hardness.
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Your eyes widen; you are always a little surprised at its size. I
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reach down and activate the vibrator within the big cock, slowly
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rubbing it against my throbbing sex. I stroke you at the same time,
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and you pulse, growing even larger.
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After a time, I reach back to your exquisite legs, bringing one of
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them up to my face. It is long and beautiful, and I slide my hands
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along its length and run my tongue over the back of your knee and the
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inside of your thigh. When I am done, I move it across me to meet
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your other leg, rolling you over to your stomach. You are reluctant
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to leave your fine view, but as you look up from your new position,
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you realize that you are facing another mirror. You purr, and I know
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that we will use this hotel again.
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Down on all fours now, you lean forward on your elbows, your delicious
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rear pressed high into the air, wiggling a little. Your legs spread
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wider, bringing your body closer to the bed. Arching your back even
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more, you reach above your head and grasp the headboard. My hand
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moves around you to the front of your hips and holds your hardness as
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your hips press back against me, forcing my quiet vibrations close
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against my sex. I moan, stroking you harder and faster, running my
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palm over your tip, feeling the wetness that is already there. You
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squirm against me more urgently, and I rub my cock against you. You
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arch more eagerly, ready for me. I reach for the lubricant beside the
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bed, slicking myself and my fingers, sliding one finger, then two,
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inside of you. You grow harder and your breath comes faster. I know
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this is not what you want, but I want to tease you a little. As I
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bring my hardness against you, I shiver with pleasure. I know how
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tight you are going to be....I love you so much.
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Slowly, I slip myself inside of you. You gasp as the big dick
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penetrates you, but you press back against me anyway, wanting my
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entire length inside of you. As we move closer, I stroke you. Our
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hips moving in the same rhythm; my cock moves in and out of you. My
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clit is on fire with the vibrations, and I know you feel them inside
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of you as you begin to buck against me. You are hot and hard and
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beginning to moan, as I am. At times, I pull my length almost out of
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you, only to plunge deeper inside than before. Each time, you moan a
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little louder and grow a little harder and we move a little faster.
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My thighs are starting to tingle, and I know I'm going to come soon,
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when you cry out, the first words of the evening, "Fuck me!", and I
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know that I am lost. My hips grind against yours again and again,
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faster and faster. I gasp and moan, "I'm coming! I'm coming inside
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of you!", and you lose control with me. In a frenzy, you move within
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my hand, and I press all of my length inside of you. I come first,
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letting out a cry that is more of a wail than a moan, arching my back,
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my thighs against yours. You are right behind me, coming in a
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shuddering glory, moving beneath me even after it was over.
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I switch off the vibrator and lean forward over your back, and we
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relax onto the sheets. Kissing your shoulder and the back of your
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neck, I whisper that I love you. As you answer in kind, you reach
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behind you to caress my thigh. We look together over to the mirror
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beside the bed. We are beautiful. We always will be.
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FIN
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