Ten years of waiting  

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2/16/2006 6:51 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Ten years of waiting


She lies on her back, naked. I lie next to her. She is beautiful. Dark, hair, long. Toned legs. I’ve known her for years, since she was 19. I was 11 years older than her and didn’t felt more like a much older brother. She was beautiful then and I enjoyed seeing her but I had been married then. I wasn’t now and somehow found myself next to this goddess. At 29 she was a perfect image of womanhood. Her breasts were not large but firm and wonderfully shaped. My hand moved towards her. Although we were not related in any way, I had cast myself in the roll of “older brother” so long I felt awkward in approaching her. My hand moved over her body less that an inch over the skin, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth of her body on my palm. Her eyes followed my hand. It made a cupping shape around her breast, almost brushing her nipple. She moved her body upward but I keep the distance still less than and inch. I move down the line of her ribs and over her hips. They move, still I don’t make contact. Her eyes seem locked on my hand. I could feel the heat grow in her body. Her legs rubbed together the way a woman’s legs move when her passions are building. Lower my hands move down the line of her wonderful legs, they part as I move upward. As my hand pauses above her mound they are parted for me. This all has been going on for 15 minutes. Her breath is shallow and full of heat. I let one finger lower and lightly touch the moist lips that are just exposed. The results are amazing. She moans deeply and as one arm grabs my shoulder she buries her head in my chest. I lower my hand and caress her hot wetness. Her breasts press against me as my hand explores her moist pedals amazed at the music coming from her throat and her body. I have to taste her.

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