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Kat and Cyrano Chapter 9: A Full Week of Passion and Joy The next morning, Wednesday, on the trolley ride into downtown, we talked about how we nearly got caught on that shopping mall stairwell that Tuesday morning. We had also, a couple of times, made love between bushes in a park.“Maybe we should return to the bushes in our park?” I suggested. “I can lie down instead of standing up like in the stairwell. And then we can enjoy oral sex like yesterday. But I can also enjoy your sword in my sheath again, my darling Cyrano!” I smiled. When he smiled, “That sounds great!” I knew I was in for a very happy morning. We walked hand in hand toward the park, when a wind came up out of nowhere, making me shiver. Or was it the sweet thought of riding him again that was making me shiver? He took off his suede jacket and gently, lovingly put it on my shoulders. “If anything’s going to make you shiver,” he smiled, “it’s going to be me!” When we got to our secluded spot in the park, I slipped myself out of his jacket, and he laid it out on the grass like a blanket. There, we would be hidden by the bushes. And I laid down on top of his jacket. I looked up at him and smiled as I unbuttoned my blouse, leaving it spread wide open around my lacy black bra. I stretched my arms upward, wrapped him in a hug, pulled him down on top of me, and kissed him. I kissed him softly at first, and then with my usual intense hunger. The hunger he stirred in me every time we kissed. When we kissed, when we touched, when we started to undress together, I would get a single-minded focus—to enjoy his big, beautiful sword any way and every way I could! He began to lift up my skirt, but I stopped him. “Only if I can unzip you,” I grinned. “Like I’m going to object to that?” I reached up and unzipped him. şişli escort Only when all of his beauty was revealed to my eyes and to my touch, did I then let him raise my skirt to my waist. I pulled him closer, and soon he was sliding all of his goodness, effortlessly, into my warm moistness again, for the first time in 4 days. We could hear a gardener with a lawnmower not far away. We knew we couldn’t be too loud, so we wouldn’t get caught, as we almost had in the stairwell the day before. “We don’t have a lot of time,” I sighed, feeling disappointed that we couldn’t just skip work for the day, and stay there making love in the bushes for the whole day. Despite my stressing the need to get to our jobs on time, Eric continued to slide slowly in and out of me, clearly wanting to make it last. I wanted that, too, but I needed to feel him come deep inside of me. And I knew that at this pace, that wouldn’t happen without making us late for work. So I began to desperately squeeze my pussy muscles tighter and tighter around him, to pull him in me deeper, faster—to get to enjoy his explosion, before we ran out of time. He got the hint at last, and he slid in and out of me faster, deeper. I felt him getting harder and harder in me, and throbbing ever more powerfully. Mmmmmm! When I sensed that he was at his maximum hardness in me, I clamped down tight, so he couldn’t exit again. As all that thick hardness stretched me so wide around him and filled me so completely, and throbbed and throbbed and throbbed so deep in me, I squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed, in very rapid cycles. I could tell I was driving him as crazy as he was making me now. He moaned right into my mouth, so other people in the park –especially the gardener nearby – wouldn’t hear escort şişli his moans. And as his sweet hardness stayed locked away deep inside of me, I purred right back into his mouth! Breaking our kiss, I clamped my sheath down even tighter around his sweet sword. I was stuffed so full of him now, stuffed so completely full of the man I loved! “Don’t wait for me, darling,” I purred. “I just want to feel all your goodness emptying into me.” I squeezed again, and with a groan, he finally let himself explode. A split second later, I trembled through my own orgasm, shaking and moaning and purring, endlessly oiling the hardened steel of my sweet Cyrano’s magnificent sword. And then his second burst emptied into me explosively, triggering my second orgasm…and my third! With another wonderfully powerful throb in the depths of my sheath, into the depths of my soul, he moaned “I need to come again!” “I need you to come in me!” I agreed enthusiastically. So he did. I squeezed and squeezed, milking every last drop into my hungry depths, as I trembled through two more orgasms. I couldn’t get enough of him! But that was becoming usual for me, and I loved feeling I wanted him and needed him. I loved knowing he would always give me everything I wanted, whenever I wanted, every time. “We’re going to be late for work,” he reminded me. I think I said something like “Oh, poo!” Anyway, I felt all pouty inside, maybe even a little bit bitchy at the thought of having to let his sword slip out of my sheath just yet. After three of his orgasms and five of mine, can you blame me for preferring that we stay here? Stay here with his sweet hardness buried in me, for even more of this bliss…..rather than going to our separate offices. “I know,” he groaned. “I can’t stand mecidiyeköy to pull out of you, either!” “So don’t!” I smiled. He throbbed three or four more times, as I let out several more happy purrs, Then a moment later, I very reluctantly agreed, “I can’t afford to lose my job. “ I put my hand on his belly, and gently pushed him up off of me and out of me. I patted his still hard sword, my pats expressing how much I loved both him and his sword. Then I said “You amaze me!” And I reluctantly zipped him up again, as he straightened my skirt. We could still hear the lawnmower, and it sounded even closer. We emerged hand in hand from the bushes, turned a corner, and saw the gardener mowing the lawn. A different part of the same lawn we had just been lying on and loving each other so sweetly on. We smiled at the gardener, and wondered to ourselves if he knew where we had just emerged from, and what we had just been doing there. And off to work again. My coworkers must have been wondering by now, why I now smile so bright all morning, every morning. Not that I would never smile, but I hadn’t smiled that happily or for that long, until that previous Friday. When I got home that night, I sent another email to my Dear Heart, my precious Cyrano: “Thank you for walking with me this morning, and for loaning your jacket. The park, the bushes, it was wonderful. You were wonderful. You, deep in me, were wonderful! And it all evoked thoughts of some intense, yet profoundly tender moments. I love giving myself to you, giving all of me to you, as you give yourself so sweetly and so generously to me……like this morning. And now and ever I’m……Yours, all yours – Kat Before work the next morning, my sweet Cyrano sent me another erotically charged reply: “ Good morning, Sweetness . Yes, this morning in the park will be added to my growing list of great memories we’re building between us. This morning, I’m picturing the prettiness I now know so well is between your thighs. Made all the more beautiful by the luxuriously furry carpet that surrounds it.