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Click hereOnline lovers
Meeting for the
First time,
Touching for the
First time
Would their first touches be
Shy and tentative?
Would they carefully
Shake hands with
Reticent introvertion?
Would it start out small and their
Passion slowly build
As they began to touch and
Explore each other
More and more?
Perhaps it would start with a
Simple handshake,
But, not wanting to let go,
They keep holding on to
Each other's desperate hands,
Feeling their need rise
They intertwine their fingers and
Walk into the coffee shop
Together, side by side,
Getting coffee or cocoa or tea
And sitting at a corner table
The lovers sit across from each other,
At first,
Looking into each other's eyes,
Holding hands across the table,
Alone in a busy place
Then, with
Palms raised and
Pressed against
Each other, they enjoy
Comparing the sizes of their hands, and the
Texture and strength
His hands are big, rough, Masculine, strong;
Hers are small, slender, sensitive,
Feminine hands, but also with a
Surprisingly strong, yet tender, grip
They begin exploring each other's hands,
Never completely letting go,
As if their hands are
Magnetized together,
Electricity shooting between each
Point of contact
Their hands start moving faster,
Each beginning to explore
Further until
He grasps her wrists,
Holding them tight,
Looking at her with
Piercing, hungry eyes
She whimpers,
Sir...
Come sit beside me,
He commands
And she moves to sit at the
Back of the table,
Next to the man she adores,
Feeling the heat of his body
Pulsing from his skin
Like a hot furnace
He reaches his hand
Under the table,
Putting his hand in
Her lap
He presses his large index and middle fingers
Down into the dip between her
Slender thighs
And he caresses her,
Becoming more passionate with
Passing time
As she begins to squirm
And make little moaning sounds
He takes her hand nearest him and
Lays it in his lap, on
His cock
He leans over and
Whispers in her ear, and says,
In almost a growl,
See how hard you make me, slut?
She gasps at his hardness and size,
Firmly stroking its length and
Giving his cock a loving squeeze
She then
Reaches her hand inside her
Waistband into her undies to
Touch her wetness and
Puts her finger to his lips
Will you taste and feel
How wet and
Deliciously slippery
You make me, Sir?
Fuck, you taste good,
Little one, he says,
And she bites her lip to
Muffle her cry as he
Puts his hand in her undies to
Feel her slipperiness for himself
And slides his other hand under her shirt to
Fondle her bare breasts and
Pinch her nipples
He rubs harder,
She squirms more, and she
Turns toward him to
Try her best to moan and
Whimper quietly into his shoulder,
Her breathing becoming faster and
Heavier, more breathless,
As her orgasm builds...
... In the corner of the busy coffee shop, as if
Alone,
Just the two of them
He growls in her ear,
Cum, little one,
Cum little one,
Cum little one...
And she does.
Her body pulses and shakes, and
She whimpers quietly as she
Buries her head in his chest,
Sinking into bliss
When she's done cumming, he
Takes her head in his hands and
Kisses her lips, saying,
Good girl, you please me so much
Then they hold hands,
Grab their drinks
And walk outside,
Towards his car
She brings his hand to her mouth and
Kisses it, then
Takes her hand from his and
Puts it in the back pocket of his jeans;
He puts his hand in her back pocket,
On her ass,
So they each feel the swaying of
Their bodies as they walk
Little one...
I think it's time for us to
Get a room
Yes, please, Sir, I'm ready
Love this!
Passionate build up and longing…comfortable romance with submission…..
Wonderful!
It's a great story especially the hands in the pockets reminds me of a long time ago......hands in pockets.....walking to the mall......the two teenagers in love....
The desire is palpable and passionate. This is an author familiar with yearning. I hope she finds what she needs.