Together, a short story by devbashir. Date added: 2012-08-07. Times viewed: 2416.
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- Intro: M/F Gen, Oral, HJ - A short story of a woman's acceptance of her body and being seen as desirable and beautiful.
Lisa stood naked before him except for a pair of flat soled patent pink pumps. One delicate hand protectively covering her neatly trimmed garden, whilst her other arm was drawn tightly across her chest covering her small breasts. She looked awkwardly at him, restlessly flexing one leg and then the other. The soft tones of Vivaldi played at a subdued level. He sat opposite her in a high backed, and decidedly battered old brown leather chair. The flickering light from the open fire cast dancing shadows cross the walls and floor. She only been let one other man see her naked in the light, that had been a few years before whilst at University. Even thinking back to the humiliation of that moment caused her to drop her head and pull her arm more tightly across her chest. She started to think the current situation farcical, and was in two minds to get dressed and ask to retreat to the bedroom, but when she looked up instead of a face contorted with barely repressed laughter she saw the soft and soothing features of a man plainly in love with her, all of her. She didn’t know how, she just knew.
He sat back in the chair, the leather creaking as he did so, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair, his long fingers set together at their tips before him. The flickering light caught his heart shaped face, the light making his blue eyes shine with deep inner warmth. Slowly she relaxed and allowed her arms to drop to her sides, revealing her small, almost manly breasts and the long red scar which ran up the centre of her torso from a point just below her diaphragm to a point just above the sternum. The scar was wide and its angry red at odds with her delicately pale skin. As she grew older the scar had forced her into swimsuits whilst her friends wore bikinis. The boys at college and Uni had placed cruel bets with one another to see who would see it first. The scar that had been created to save her life had merely destroyed it. She felt destined to be alone.
Then 6 short months ago she’d met him in the corridor at work. He was slightly bigger than average, but no flabby paunch (thank god) he had an easy smile and a wicked sense of humour. She’d felt drawn to him as like her he had something ‘a little extra’. It wasn’t a biggy, just a battered stick. Some days she watched him walk and could tell he was in pain, his face pallid, drawn and tired, yet he carried on. Then her third week into work he’d been walking in front of her, his bearing tall and in command, his gait almost military, when his right leg suddenly folded underneath him causing him to fall. She’d stood still; rooted to the spot in shock, oblivious to colleagues asking for her help. She was shocked that someone quite obviously once physically strong and powerful could literally crumple.
Embarrassed at her total helplessness at the situation she had avoided him for a few weeks. Then one Friday as she left for work she saw him in the foyer leaning against one the large reception windows. She tried desperately to avoid eye contact, but he eased himself up and walked towards her. His 3 piece suit (he never wore anything less) was immaculate, his shoes shone deeply, and his shirt looked almost box new. He smiled and introduced himself as Lorne, a consultant in one of the many projects the company ran, and told, not asked her, that she was going for a meal with him there and than.
That evening he admitted he felt terrible for colleagues having a go at her, and wanted to reassure her it was fine to be a little bit taken aback, that and then he slipped in, almost casually that he’d found her beautiful. He also admitted to feeling slightly foolish at this point as he’d not considered she may be with someone. She assured him she wasn’t, and with that he cracked a dazzling smile. She felt overwhelmed that someone would find her attractive. She’d always gone out of her way to portray the Plain Jane image to prevent unwanted attention. Now a man, an older man, not by much, was interested in her. Not there was anything wrong with that, but the scar had always made her feel self conscious.
He’d never pressured her into doing anything; sometimes this drove her to distraction, but it mainly reassured her. Friends and family commented on her slow shedding of the 'Plain Jane' image, and the almost permanent smile of a happy woman which had replaced the little girl lost look. Their love making was tender at times, rushed and hungry at others. Then one evening, whilst lying in his large bed she’d asked him what he’d really like her to do for him. The moment she asked the question she panicked as she’d heard most men would ask for that most unpleasant and painful sexual experience, the one, which according to one of the girls in the office really hurt the first few times, even with the lube.
For a moment he lay there silently and then turned his head towards her. His face grave and serious, the most serious she’d ever seen it. He’d asked if she would, when she was ready, let him see her naked, in the light. It felt like a broadside. Of all the requests she had not even considered that one. Yes he’d seen her naked, occasionally in the half light, but normally in darkness. Yes he knew her scar was there, how could he not, yet he’d never probed. Now he was asking the almost impossible.
For almost a week she’d agonised over this request and after speaking with friends, who all seemed to think the request was romantic, beautiful or in one case weird, had found that it was the office manager who provided the answer to her quandary. A stern looking battle axe of a woman who terrified everyone, including the CEO, had overheard the conversation in the toilets one day and collared Lisa just as she was leaving. She spoke softly and appealed to Lisa to do what was right for her and her alone. Now 6 weeks later she stood before him. He’d said that any stage she didn’t feel comfortable to stop. But as she studied his face she felt a comfort she’d never felt before, with anyone.
She suddenly raised her arms like a ballerina and twirled a pirouette, letting her arms drop to her sides with a slap. They both chuckled, Lorne, smiling dazzlingly, cleared his throat, and shifted his frame to the right of the chair, he then settled and resting his cheek against 2 fingers. She walked towards him, watching as the dull light of the fire flickered on her torso. As she got closer to him he lowered his hands and rested them on his lap, he continued to look up at her. She leant forward, and cupping his face in her hands kissed him gently on the lips. The smell of his aftershave filled her nostrils and turned her confidence into arousal. She slowly moved back and struck a couple of playful poses for her lover.
She then backed away from him, and turning strutted towards him accenting her hip movement in the style of so many models she watched and admired on the television. Reaching him she reached and gently took hold of his hands and pulled him out of the chair and drew him into her. The wool of the suit warmed her and she nestled into him, his arms enveloped her light frame fully and for several moments the two of them swayed in time to the music. Occasionally they enjoyed the taste of one another as they kissed.
Being close to him made her feel safe and warm, and intensely aroused. She moved her hand slowly onto his chest and upwards towards his shoulder, pushing his jackets slowly off. He helped by shrugging it of, and it fell softly to the floor in an undignified heap. She then slowly worked at the buttons of his waistcoat until this too fell to the ground. Growing inpatient, and wanting to feel his skin next to hers she whispered in his ear;
“Just get undressed, please.”
Suddenly as though on fire he tore his clothes off, almost kicking his Chelsea boots, their leather soles clattering on the exposed wooden floor boards sharply, into the fire, snatching frenzied kisses from her as he did so.
For a second he stood naked in front of her. It then dawned on her that she had never seen him naked in the light either, a series of small scars pockmarked his right breast and shoulder, stepping forwards she delicately traced this with her finger, she felt him shiver in anticipation at her touch, she then gently kissed each of the small odd shaped scars in turn. She ran her hands over his body, gently kissing his broad chest.
He held her shoulders and guided her backwards so her weight was supported in his arms. He then bend down and kissed her neck, She titled her head to one side and he pushed back her long curly hair from behind her ear, kissing her neck gently as he did so. He ran his hands down her back and stopped short of her buttocks. Her heart pounded at the thrill of it all. He continued to work round towards her chest, he kissed the small mounds of her breasts and in turn took her nipples in his mouth and gently sucked on them.
This time it was her body that shook, her breath faint and rapid. She brought her hands upwards to his head and held it in place as he suckled. He then slowly moved his head to the centre of her chest and gently kissed her scar, tracing its downward path towards a point just short of her navel. He stopped short of her stomach and then started to kiss the scar and move upwards. She'd never felt so loved, so beautiful, so desirable in all of her life. All the hurt, fear and self doubt were being erased by this simple gesture.
Soon his face was level with her and they kissed slowly, passionately. They threw their hands over one another and pulled together tightly, as they did so she had to tip her head back, the thrill of skin to skin contact suddenly making the kissing more urgent. She felt the swollen muscle of his manhood press into her stomach, and this only served to thrill her even further. They embraced like this for what seemed an age.
Slowly they sank to their knees in the large rug which covered most of the floor of his sitting room, and sat comfortably opposite one another, legs apart and crossed over each other. Moving closer to one another they continued to kiss, she then moved her hands down towards his groin, and slowly started to stroke his swollen manhood, whilst he slowly eased her labia apart and probed inwardly into her wet and soft womanhood with one finger, whilst gently massaging her steadily swelling clitoris with another. They continued their play of mutual masturbation for a while longer before he slowly moved a hand over her chest and behind her neck and gently laid her down onto the warm rug.
Not yet she thought, but as he laid her down he swivelled on his buttocks and laid along side her, so his head was level with her femininity and his manhood was level with her mouth. He slowly raised her leg so he could move his mouth closer to the soft, warm and wet opening of her butterfly. She draped her leg over his shoulder as he nibbled her inner thigh, working his way towards her splayed butterfly. He slowly kissed, blew and licked its edges, and gently probed her opening with his tongue, whilst running his hands over her buttocks.
She gently took hold of his manhood and licked the swollen tip before closing her mouth around it and gently sucking on it. It throbbed in her soft confines of her mouth, the soft tip seemingly at odds with the rock hard shaft. She ran her tongue around the lip of the head and started to move her own head back and forth. Meanwhile her lover continued to lick and suck at her own sex, she then felt a finger move towards her anus, but in stead of probing, he gently traced its circumference. Combined with the motion of the finger he had slipped into her wet, silken and tight vagina this sent a thrill up her spine. He slowly massaged a small point inside her and she started to shudder, the sensation was almost too much to the point where she almost bit his manhood. She quickly drew her head back and decided to enjoy this new and intense sensation. It started as a little spot, which grew in size and depth of intensity. She rolled onto her back unable to concentrate on his needs any longer. He moved round so he was between her legs, tonguing, kissing, licking and sucking, whilst slowly moving a finger in and out of tight womanhood. He felt intoxicated by her sweet smell and taste. She clawed at the rug, whimpering gently, her head lolling side to side, the spot of pleasure grew in size and intensity. Yes of course she'd experienced an orgasm before, with Lorne and other lovers, and also in the privacy of her own flat but this something entirely different. The intensity of it made her feet jiggle, the flat pumps were pushed off her heels and she kicked them free, not caring if they disappeared into the fire. Still he worked at her femininity, increasing the tempo, she could feel a trickle of fluid run from her, down towards the carpet.
Suddenly she felt as though she'd received an electric shock in her sex, adrenaline and endorphins flooded her body, a hot tingle literally burst forth from her in the form of an ejaculation. She'd heard about this, but the intensity of it was overwhelming. It wasn't just a single shot of hot fluid, it streamed from her in several bursts, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Never in her life had she felt so sexually alive. She had to wait for a moment to gather herself, her whole body was shaking and she felt as though she'd just run a marathon, before propping herself up on her elbows. In the soft light of the fire she could see her lover smiling at her, his mouth and chin glistening with her juices. As she sat up she pushed him on his back with both hands.
As he lay there she clawed over the top of him and slowly kissed him, whilst massaging his swollen member in her soft hands. It was now rock hard, a small spot of semen had leaked out of its tip. Whilst still massaging him she slowly moved from kissing his lips to gently nibbling on his nipples, she then slowly moved downwards realising in the light that he had a faint outline of a six pack she'd never noticed before. Moving further 'south' she finally reached his masculinity. She laid her cheek on his public hairs and licked his shaft before lifting her head and taking as much of his manhood as she could comfortably do so in her mouth. He lay there; eyes closed as the warmth of her soft mouth seemed to once gain make his member throb in anticipation as her sucking motion tightened her mouths grip on his head and upper shaft. His semen covered tip tasted salty, but not unpleasant, its musky smell filling her nostrils.
She stopped sucking and moved her head to lick the main vein that ran along the length of his penis, holding his member vertically as she did so. She reached his scrotum, swollen and tight, and carefully slipped one of his testicles in her mouth. She gently sucked it, feeling aroused by his groans of pleasure, after a minute or two she moved onto the other to give that the same oral attentions. She then released his swollen testicle and slowly stood over him, “get back in the chair” she urged. He rolled on to all fours and pushed himself up and walked over to the chair. She walked over to him, her confidence stratospheric, her passion aroused, the chair was wide enough for the slight frame and his bulk and she was able to put her knees either side of him. Grabbing the chairs back she slowly rubbed her wet and swollen femininity on his chest, leaving a glistening trail of her juices, he groaned as she pleasured herself on this chest, tweaking her nipples with this fingers and occasionally kneading her almost flat breasts. The softness and smell of her womanhood once again caused his now aching shaft to jerk spasmodically in anticipation.
After she experienced what she would later term as a 'normal' orgasm (as opposed to the “Bloody Hell” type) she slowly slid herself down his chest towards his groin. But instead of letting him slip inside her, she stopped so his member was caught in the crevice of her buttocks. She clenched it firmly (the step and yoga classes were paying off) between her buttocks and slowly moved up and down. After a moment she stopped and got down from the chair. She turned round and sat on this lap, making sure he didn't enter her just yet. She was thankful she was slim and he was bigger than normal as she had flattened his member under her now sodden butterfly. Yet it was strong enough to attempt to return to the vertical and this allowed her to slowly flex her pelvis so the lips of her labia rubbed his length. She held it tightly in place with her hand enjoying the sensation and desperately fighting the urge to cram it into her now aching vagina. He reached around and slowly stroked her clitoris as she rubbed herself against him, the sensation sending small electric shocks through her sex.
He begged her to let him enter her. She moved back slightly and then eased her self down on his almost bursting and proud member. She slowly lowered her self down on him. As it slid into her tight passage she gasped, it seemed bigger than before, the inner contours of her vagina gripping it tightly. Lorne gasped as the sensation of entering her invigorated him. At first her butterfly seemed tight as his tip entered her, causing slight discomfort as she lowered herself down onto him but aided by her natural wetness, the movement into her was easier. As she pushed down she gripped his member with her tight vaginal muscles. Once she had taken all of his length inside her, she rocked her pelvis back and forth. Leaning back she was able to place her head to the side of his and they kissed, tongues darting into one another mouths like fireflies. He continued to massaged a breast, and her clitoris and as she rocked, her wet butterfly producing the necessary lubrication.
As they expressed their love for one another the leather of the chair creaked in time to her movements. Her mouth was sore from kissing, yet she couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Desperate to make the moment last he slowly sat forwards and she climbed off him. Slowly he bent her forwards slightly so he could slip into her from behind. Her womanhood was now a little looser and he slid effortlessly into her. As he thrust into her she was able to straighten up and as she did so she put her hands behind her and pull on his firm buttocks to draw him closer into her. His hands reached around to her front, one gently tracing a figure of eight around her breasts, the other massaging her still swollen clitoris. Again it was all too much and she felt the unfamiliar, yet welcome heat of another powerful orgasm. This time she came so hard that her vaginal muscles, as well as releasing another clear jet of hot searing love, expelled his firm steel like manhood from her. Almost collapsing, she weakly got down on all fours ready and wanting to accept him within her again. This time he asked her to lie down, she had no idea what he was going to do, and no longer cared, she just want him inside her. Wanted to fell the warm splash of his love inside her, she lay there on the warm carpet, legs parted, awaiting his entry. She felt his groin press down on her buttocks and clenched these involuntarily to protect her. She needn’t have worried as he slowly slid his warm, solid manhood into her butterfly.
He then placed his legs outside of her and gently pressured her own shut with his thighs. The resulting tightness and pressure she exerted on his member was electric! He pumped his manhood gently into her; she raised her body up slightly on her elbows, her long curling hair falling forwards. Never in all of her 27 years had she experienced a night like this, her body was producing sensations she was hitherto unaware that it could, the pleasure which soaked her brain entirely causing her to alternate between sheer exhilaration and wanton abandonment. She was entirely lost in the moment.
Eager to end this in the right way for her she slowly edged her sex forward so his manhood slipped out of her. As she turned she could see his eyes ablaze with the same emotions as her, and something else. At first she couldn’t put her finger on it, it was only afterwards after they slept together for almost a day in his large bed that she was able to put her finger on it. It was love. A feeling that she felt entirely for him. This coming together, the way he had challenged her to accept her body as much as he accepted it, her willingness to allow a man to love, touch, and worship her. It seemed almost too much, yet in that moment she knew he would do anything for her, to protect her, to love her. It was then she cried. Not tears of self pity or sorrow, but tears of joy in finally finding a man who loved and wanted her as badly as she loved and wanted him.
As she opened her legs, she felt every part of his swollen his tip and shaft enter her. As he entered her, she felt a wave of sensual pleasure was over her, causing her to catch her breath. This was definite love making. He lowered himself slowly and then gathered her shoulders upwards in his arms, drawing her closer to him. He felt her hard nipple dig into his pectorals, her lips were full and red with love for him, he brushed his own against hers, shuddering as he did so. His pelvis gently guided his manhood into her. Gone was the almost piston like slamming of only minutes earlier. It was replaced by a gentle movement. She drew her legs around him and crossing her ankles pushed his thighs forwards so he was fully in her. He could feel the slight pressure of her enlarged and erect clitoris press down against the base of his manhood.
Soon he felt his testicles tighten in anticipation of ejaculation. He cursed under his breath wanting this moment of closeness with someone he loved to last forever. For so long he'd passed over offers of 'quickies' and one night stands wanting something more. Many of his friends had laughed at him, but he had changed from being the carefree the young man he once was, to an inwardly bitter and twisted man in the moment that someone had literally blown him up. Yet the moment he saw Lisa he knew she was different, her smile, the way she always wore a scrunchie in a vain attempt to tame her wild and tightly curled hair. The way she sometimes seemed to drift off into space for no reason and chewing her lip as she do so. At that moment he had no idea she felt the same, but all that was to change and soon.
In the here and now he suddenly felt familiar tingle of orgasm in his tip, the hot rush of semen cruised upwards along his stiff member. It burst outwards and into her welcoming womanhood. He carried on pumping, yet still found himself stiff, my God he thought, could he continue to another orgasm? Even Lisa was taken a back, but only drew him in tighter as he continued to pump into her and kiss her. Their tongues continued to dart backwards and forwards, her legs still pulling him tightly into her. Her swollen and erect clitoris still rubbing against the base of his still very firm manhood only served to lengthen their love making.
The second orgasm was just as sharp, and warm as the first. Except this time his manhood was rapidly loosing its stiffness. His loose member soon fell out of her, and a steady stream of semen trickled from her womanhood. Reaching behind him he pulled a silk hanky from his suit jacket and gently cleaned her whilst she lay there smiling and gazing up at him with soft eyes, her face expressing the exhaustion rising from the sheer range of emotions she’d experienced. She gently rubbed his fore arm with her one soft hand as he cleaned her. Once he was satisfied no more would leech out of her parted butterfly he tossed the hanky in the fire and then surprising her greatly, he gently picked her up and he carried her up the stairs and into the large bed that awaited their rest.
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