Jim and Sharon both felt their skin warming. . . .
(Jim and Sharon have never been "intimate" before! Yes, Sharon can be considered Jim's girlfriend--by default--but she's a tremendously repressed girl, who so far has done nothing but passionately neck with Jim back in the "real" world. The black teddy and panties? An inappropriate gift from Jim, who never thought that Sharon would open them in the restaurant while he was in the men's room. He had gotten a drink thrown in his face and was then slapped, for that idea, and hadn't seen Sharon since--not in the "real" world. . . .)
But back to Jim and Sharon in this world. . . . Jim spun Sharon around. They both sank slowly to the ground as Jim's hands slowly roamed over the entire surface of Sharon's massive globes, with both Jim's and Sharon's eyes closed, both of them breathing heavily. Sharon fought a sudden desire to plunge her hands into her panties and begin masturbating. Instead, she ran her hands through her shining blonde hair, and gently stroked her neck and face. Jim's hands palmed her giant nipples, stuck up like thimbles, stiff and gigantically swollen. Slowly, slowly, Jim began rhythmically massaging the entire surface of Sharon's areolas with his palms. Sharon began stroking her thighs, stubbornly resisting the urge she was feeling to plunge fingers DEEP into her rapidly dampening pussy. Jim fingers on her breasts were slow and skillful. Who knew that JIM could bring her to such heights of pleasure just by touching her nipples? . . .
Jim felt his cock grow diamond-hard and push away at the fabric of his shorts. He could feel the weight of Sharon's body against his, rubbing convulsively. He moaned, "Hold yourself up for a second," and she reached back to prop herself up for just a few seconds with her hands, intrigued by this new kink. When she came down again, she felt fabric under her buttocks. She was sitting on Jim's briefs. . . . Which meant that that HOT, STIFF cylinder poking her, rubbing up and down convulsively in the small of her back could only be . . . only be . . . She moved her thighs apart unconsciously, at the thought of it. . . . Slowly she brought Jim's left thumb to her mouth and began suggestively SUCKING it, rubbing her saliva-sticky tongue over and over it. . . . Then his thumb slipped away and she engulfed his index finger--and then also his longer middle finger, taking both of them together deep into her mouth. Then, next, the same with his right thumb, then the longest two fingers on his right hand. Jim reached down then and began to rub Sharon's nipples, just with the wet tips of his fingers. Sharon GASPED in pleasure. . . .
Jim's strokes against Sharon's backbone became longer and firmer. . . . Sharon thought to herself, "I won't touch it, I won't, but . . . I'll still take them off." She lifted her buttocks off Jim for an instant, to slide her panties down to her knees. Gasping with pleasure, she began grinding one thigh against the other, pressuring her clit over and over, grinding powerfully, in total control. . . . Jim's thrusts suddenly became shorter and more uncontrollably convulsive . . . and as Sharon GASPED out a massive orgasm, she could feel something warm and wet repeatedly spurting against the hot, sweaty skin of her back, could feel something liquid dripping gently down to the level of the cleft of her ass. . . .
She collapsed against his chest, completely spent, as he breathed heavily. . . .
Suddenly, Sharon got to her feet and . . .
Thu Mar 8 16:33:11 2001