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azurelunatic) wrote2001-10-06 09:45 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2001-10-06 09:45 pm
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Adam visited today after my work. I got off half an hour late, just as school was shutting down. Came in, looked for him, saw him not -- played cellphonetag with Sis as Ground Station.
Brought him home with an hour and a half before the bus. Nephew sick -- run to store to get cold/cough meds. Adam runs -- I sit at home. Let him in as the gate is locked and he doesn't know the code (now he does).
Eat dinner (his excuse for staying out: dinner with friends) and then go in my room.
My breasts seem to be the popular body part of the day, as it is Bitchy Witchy Week. He kisses my nipples with ice in his mouth -- I try not to squeak too loudly. Don't --- quite --- fail.
My breasts become the center of attention. Lube is found, and applied. I lie on my back and press them together as he lies on top of me and attempts to aim... his aim ends up good, and we move so that his head does not smack into the wall as he presses himself into me. I pull him down so that I can lick his nipples while he's busy.
Almost immediately, he asks me what he should do if he's about to get off. Should he, or should he try and hold off? I tell him to go ahead -- is he close? An extra stickiness informs me he is very close, in fact, already off...
We cuddle. I suck/lick/chew his nipples some more, and he squeaks and his toes curl. I giggle. We snuggle. My entire front is sticky. I nickname his penis and kiss it and try sucking on it despite the swollen gland in my throat that makes swallowing a bit more work than usual.
The time for him to catch the bus draws near -- I am lying, nearly nude, flat on my stomach on the bed playing with the computer -- Adam flops on top of me and begins giving me a sinfully sensual neckrub. I make noises, relax under him, and suddenly, finding the formerly limp lightning rod stiff again, make slightly more aggressive noises and pounce him, lying on top of him, grinding my shorts-clad groin into his naked one, pushing the boundaries just a little.
The bottle of lube is re-found and my breasts, once again, are the center of attention. This is faster, despite being the second time around for him. A race against the clock and the bus schedule. We clean up in haste and I kiss him goodbye at the door. He runs off into the twilight to catch the last bus home.
We have a rematch scheduled on Tuesday.
Brought him home with an hour and a half before the bus. Nephew sick -- run to store to get cold/cough meds. Adam runs -- I sit at home. Let him in as the gate is locked and he doesn't know the code (now he does).
Eat dinner (his excuse for staying out: dinner with friends) and then go in my room.
My breasts seem to be the popular body part of the day, as it is Bitchy Witchy Week. He kisses my nipples with ice in his mouth -- I try not to squeak too loudly. Don't --- quite --- fail.
My breasts become the center of attention. Lube is found, and applied. I lie on my back and press them together as he lies on top of me and attempts to aim... his aim ends up good, and we move so that his head does not smack into the wall as he presses himself into me. I pull him down so that I can lick his nipples while he's busy.
Almost immediately, he asks me what he should do if he's about to get off. Should he, or should he try and hold off? I tell him to go ahead -- is he close? An extra stickiness informs me he is very close, in fact, already off...
We cuddle. I suck/lick/chew his nipples some more, and he squeaks and his toes curl. I giggle. We snuggle. My entire front is sticky. I nickname his penis and kiss it and try sucking on it despite the swollen gland in my throat that makes swallowing a bit more work than usual.
The time for him to catch the bus draws near -- I am lying, nearly nude, flat on my stomach on the bed playing with the computer -- Adam flops on top of me and begins giving me a sinfully sensual neckrub. I make noises, relax under him, and suddenly, finding the formerly limp lightning rod stiff again, make slightly more aggressive noises and pounce him, lying on top of him, grinding my shorts-clad groin into his naked one, pushing the boundaries just a little.
The bottle of lube is re-found and my breasts, once again, are the center of attention. This is faster, despite being the second time around for him. A race against the clock and the bus schedule. We clean up in haste and I kiss him goodbye at the door. He runs off into the twilight to catch the last bus home.
We have a rematch scheduled on Tuesday.