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Rock of Ages, Chapter 3
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Rock of Ages, Chapter 3 I jerk out of my trance state with a start when I hear my phone ring. Dropping my book I reach for the phone when I realize that there is a shadow falling over me. I gasp a little and blink behind my sunglasses as I look for the source and then breathe a tad more easily when I see it is you standing over me…holding Your phone in your hand, calling me. My look turns into a lazily wicked smile as I ignore the ringing phone and roll over onto my back, stretching out long…bare, and now hard-nippled, breasts in full view of you. Not a word is spoken. My head doesn’t move, but my eyes cruise Your body and I see you are still dressed from work, your cock is already growing and jutting like the monster it is against your pant leg and I can feel the eyes behind your sunglasses moving in a caress along the length of my body. You just turn your phone around and show me the picture that I sent to you. I grin and stretch like a lazy cat, arching my back upwards which makes my breasts move on my chest. You just growl at me. I cover my breasts and roll up to a sitting position on the chaise, then swing my legs over the side and stand. For a moment I just stand there, looking up into your eyes, clad in only my pink bathing suit bottoms with my hands holding up, but covering (ish), my breasts. Your growl continues to roll in your throat and you are frozen just as I am for the moment…both of US devouring the other with our eyes. loving the way Your cock thickens and jerks beneath your pant leg. As if in slow motion, I release my breasts and feel the weight of them on my chest. I reach and take your phone from your hand and set it next to mine, then move back in front of You and reach for the first button of you shirt, just as your hands raise to cover and lift those my heavy globes you love so much. I can tell you can feel my sensual hedonism rolling, for you remain silent and I know you are not going to require I ask permission to undress you for you are feeling the same hungers. I begin the hungry dance beneath the hot sun. While you stand holding my breasts, rolling the nipples and causing me to hum and purr, button by button I undo your shirt - taking my time, letting my long fingernails graze your flesh as it’s exposed…gnawing at my bottom lip as I see that beautiful hairy muscular chest appear. I slip my hands flat against your chest beneath the shirt and begin to slide them over your pecs and head for your shoulders. You, begrudgingly, release my breasts and allow me to slide the soft material off of your body. I move in, seemingly accidentally brushing my chest against yours as I move the material of the shirt. We both know it’s no accident. Finally the shirt is off of your shoulders, arms, hands and I reach out and drape it over a nearby chair. When I turn to face you, your hands rise to again reach for my breasts, but I move to my knees at your feet. Your hand caresses my hair as I remove first one shoe and sock, then the other, as each foot is lifted for me one by one. Each sock is tucked neatly inside of each shoe for now and I set them up on the chair where they will be safe from the pool water. I look up at you from my position at Your feet. You are so tall and strong and male. Now barely clad…skin glistening slightly with sweat under the hot sun…cock so hard I know that the clothing is starting to irritate you. I move upwards a bit and reach for the belt of your pants. Slow, slow, slow…I want this to feel like the most erotic dance…our tango next to the pool. I find myself singing the song that’s been rolling through my head all day, in a deep, nostalgic whispery voice, as I remove the belt, loop by loop from your pants: Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you,' Birds singing in the sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me. Say nighty-night and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me. Stars fading, but I linger on, dear, Still craving your kiss. longing to linger 'till dawn, dear, Just saying this: Sweet dreams 'till sunbeams find you, Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams, whatever they be. Dream a little dream of me. I toss our belt onto the chair along with Your shoes…and humming the sexy little song, I move up and grab the button placket of Your pants with my teeth and pop it open. Tonguing the zipper tab, that goes in my teeth next and I begin a slow, careful drag downwards with my mouth…humming a soft breath against Your skin as I pull the zipper all the way down to the bottom. I can hear Your chuffing growl, feel Your hand still on my hair, but nothing else besides my singing is said. We are both swaying with the seductive dreamy, sensuality of the moment – even though I know the Beast is here…and hungry. I sit back on my heels a bit and my hands rise up and hook under the waistband of Your pants…dragging them downwards. Slowly, but not TOO slowly…my hungers are heating up. My eyes caress every inch of your body as it’s exposed – the long throbbing length of your cock, inch by inch, particularly. My fingertips graze your hips, then the sides of your thighs and I duck as I move down to your calves and your cock flies upwards as it’s released. Again, you lift one foot and then the other as I remove the last of your clothing…tossing the pants over the chair with the shirt. I look up into your eyes, scanning the body of my Lover…my God of Eros…so manly and big and beautiful in every way. I lower first my eyes and then my body and move into a slave kneel at your feet. My wild sun and pool styled hair is a tangle around your ankles…my mostly naked body is in obeisance below your totally naked form. I hold the position long enough to hear your breath hitch in your throat and then push backwards, rock onto my heels and reach up for one of Your hands to help me stand. The big strong hand is held out to me…I slide my hand, which though long fingered and bigger than most females, seems small in comparison, into yours, and I rise….not even touching you with my body, for I know that the dance is tease enough for the moment. I reach my full height in front of you our eyes lasered into each other’s. My other hand reaches for your free hand and as they join I begin to walk backwards, to the steps of the pool, lightly pulling you with me. You follow more than willingly…and I walk down those stairs backward...You forward…and I repeat my first entrance to the water. Bit by bit, step by step…the waters swallow us…  |
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Chapter 3 of 7
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i just read chapter 3,thanks for the heat i needed that!
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