Cam Meat22:00 Mar 01 2011
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*A story intended for Adults
Heather pushed the laptop to one side and sighed as she looked at the clock: ‘still an hour to wait.’
The munchkin was having his nap, the big baby was at work and, it was time to finish getting ready.
She rose from the couch, which she’d been sitting before to the bathroom and went through to find her make-up kit.
Fhe opened it up, only to be reminded that certain colours were running low, blue, lilac, black and red.
“No surprise there then!?!” Heather said aloud, staring at her reflection in the mirror, looking at the dress she had chosen for their meeting, needless to say, it was black and purple, with a tight bodice, that ended mid-thigh.
‘Face it,’ she thought with a light smile, ‘I know what colours I like.’
Then momentarily she scowled, as she looked at her reflected self: her black full-bodied shoulder-length hair needed a touch up, as her brown roots were showing through.
Heather removed her glasses, a light pair with black frames and she stood back a little from the mirror and, stared at herself, briefly allowing a smile to flit across her face.
“If HE was more attentive, then I wouldn’t be looking forward to having my visitor, so much…” she mused aloud: then she grinned, her brown eyes flashing, at the idea of ‘having’ her visitor…
As a young mother her formerly pert breasts were now full and so Heather chose to wear a black bra, with delicate edging beneath a figure-hugging calf-length dress. It was black, with a purple shimmer; and as she wanted no panty-line, so decided to go commando. It was daring, but suited her plans for the afternoon.
Standing, Heather ran her hands down her sides. The dress ended mid-thigh, the boots at the top of her calves. The dark, nearly self-support black hose ended at the top of her thighs: and, she felt sexy, Heather thought as with practised hand, she emphasised her face, with a dark red lipstick and light-blue eyeliner.
She blew a kiss a her reflected self and ran her hands through her hair, then finally satisfied, left the bathroom and crossed the hallway, entering her bedroom.
Sitting on the end of the bed, she looked at herself in the dressers mirror, as she reached for her calf-hugging black boots, with side-zip and Cuban heels.
And then, she heard the front door bell. Her guest had arrived.
Heather looked at the wall clock as she stood; he was two minutes early.
‘As eager as I am?’ She mused, as she walked toward the door, with her heartbeat getting faster, with nervous anticipation filling her gut.
Then with a smile etched on her face, she opened the door.
“Do come… in,” she told her guest, looking him up and down.
Tall and slim, her guest was as she expected from all the cam-time they had shared. She bid him ‘Enter’, with a gesture of her hand and a turn of the head.
“Thank you,” he responded.
Kevin stepped through the doorway, entered the apartment and followed her swaying derriere into the living-room, a smile spreading across his face. He knew what was expected of him after all and, he was looking forward to what they’d talked of.
“Do you want a coffee, or…?” Heather turned to him and asked him in a suggestive tone in her voice.
“A coffee and ‘or’ sounds good to me…” Kevin replied, a wide grin on his face.
“Okay, I wont-be-a-minute,” Heather assured him with a sing-song voice, as she walked into the kitchen, to make them a brew.
“So how do you like it?” she called, from the kitchen. ‘Standing up in a hammock,’ he mused idly, as he looked round the room, looking at the titles on her bookshelf; at the make of the laptop, by lifting the lid, to see its make; “Black thanks,” He called back, as he continued to curiously look round the room, picking up the occasional photo-frame, to look at her family and several minutes passed.
Finally, he turned to watch as his potential lover walked in the room.
Setting the mugs down on a small table near the couch, Heather crossed the room and pulled the drapes together, saying with a smile, “Can’t have the neighbours watching, now can we?”
“Not unless you want it, that is…” He told her with his grin widening.
“Well, that’s not my thing,” she told him with a smile, as she walked toward him with a smile, “I told you, ‘anything but blood-play’…” And so she had.
Over many, many messages, over the past few weeks, they had teased each other with preferences and pleasure, which might be obtained, when they met; the scenario’s they had shared acting to stimulate the imaginations of both of them.
What neither knew, was that they both hoped the other would not be disappointed.
“Come here,” he told her.
And with nervous anticipation, Heather did, as he’d bid, suddenly feeling very self-conscious as she turned to him and walked the few paces across the room, to stand just before him.
She stood before him, watching his right hand, as his fingers as he reached out and he ran his fingers along her top lip.
“Beautiful eyes…” he muttered.
Then, as his thumb rested on her full lower lip, his middle-finger found the stud, just above the left of her upper lip, he said softly, “And, such beautiful lips…”
Eyes lowered, lashes fluttering, Heather smiled, the side and back of her neck flushed, as her nipples hardened.
She felt a tremor in her belly, as he ran his finger along her top lip, his left hand holding her left shoulder, as he drew her nearer still.
Heather had so-wanted him here now; to share his touch and oh-so much more. Now here he was and his touch left her burning with desire.
And, with his mind already fixed, on what he wanted next, Kevin caressed her left cheek and, then cupped her chin lightly, his thumb just below her lower lip.
He tilted her face-to-face his, as he lowered his own: and biting her top lip gently, his left hand ran down her back, to the base of her spine. As they embraced, his lips found her top lip, which he bit lightly.
Then he bit her lower lip, caressing her face and, the tremors spread from her belly, lower, to her heated sex, and her thighs.
He pressed his lips to hers, his hand running down Heathers body, the thumb brushing across her erect nipples, bringing forth s a sigh from her.
Heather fell into his arms and, he held her tightly, pressing eager lips to hers. And, she responded, parting her lips a little to accept his probing tongue into her mouth, as his right hand continued to traverse downward.
And, their tongues duelled, as Heather gave herself to him.
Kevin’s kiss was deep and passionate, hers lustful and submissive.
He clutched at her left buttock, grinning inwardly as he realized, as he realized she was sans panties as it were.
Drawing from her, his hands ran down to her buttocks, then down further to the top of her stockings, just below her dresses hem, staring into her eyes.
“Coffee, or?” He asked, smiling.
With twinkling eyes, Heather replied, “Or?” She could hardly do other wise, as she so wanted this. And, Kevin drew her panties down over her hips and thighs; she wriggled a little to aid him, holding onto his shoulders.
He knelt and, she lifted one foot, then the other, stepping out of the panties, then holding her nylon clad thigh’s, he immersed himself in her heated sex, his tongue licking avidly at all he could taste and, she parted her legs a little, to grant him further egress.
Kevin hardly needed help though, as his tongue had located her nubbin of pleasure, which he flicked repeatedly and her grip on his shoulders tightened as she closed her eyes and groaned, with the pleasure he wrought.
And he knew that she’d have fallen, if she’d not had him for support, so as Kevin stood, he slid his hands upward, taking her bunching her dress around her waist as he did and, his middle finger, index and little fingers from his left hand slid into her easily, parting her folds with ease.
“Oh Fuuuuuck…” she moaned loudly, eyes snapping open, as she took hold of his wrist, as he continued to slide his digits back and forth.
“Now, my turn…” she encouraged, taking his hand and drawing him from her liquid warmth. And, holding his wrist still, Heather knelt before him,
They looked into each other’s eyes; hers of brown, his of slate blue-green: and, Heather watched for approval, as she ran her right hand over the bulge in his trousers.
Kevin’s response was to smile. It was what she wanted to see. He wanted more and, so did she, much more.
And, as he caressed her hair, Heather slowly unzipped his trousers, still watching his face carefully, as her pulse began to race and, her mouth opened as if on automatic pilot.
Within a millisecond, Kevin’s warm tumescent flesh was in her hands and, in Heather’s mouth. She sucked and slurped, the crown of his shaft the sole focus of her attention as she sought to pleasure him: and, Kevin moaned his appreciation, as her eager mouth created ripples of electricity that coursed through his groin.
“Oh shi… Please, stop!” He entreated suddenly. He didn’t want to cum, not like this.
She drew from his flesh and his hard flesh bobbed a little as he helped Heather to stand, “Sod the coffee,” he told her with a grin, “it’s probably cold anyway.”
“Yeah,” she grinned, taking his right hand and leading him to the couch.
They kissed briefly, then Heather knelt before the couch and lay forward, drawing her dress up once and bunching it up round her waist once more.
“Please?” She asked, looking to her right, where Kevin was undressing.
He knelt behind her, ran his hands across her smooth skin and parted her buttocks.
Then Kevin licked upward, tasting her and finding she was already wet enough to make entry easy, for them both.
Parting her buttocks, his left hand guiding his hard shaft forward and into her, Kevin looked down, to admire her body and, the black tatt, a winged deign, at the base of her spine, of a Celtic look.
And his hands on her hips, he thrust home, all-in-one, causing Heather to close her eyes once more, her hands beneath her chin, as Kevin began to shunt slowly back and forth and, she sighed, with pleasure
He quickly found a rhythm to please them both, with her grunting with each inward thrust. And soon, the room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the slapping of flesh as his thighs met her flesh.
Then suddenly he withdrew from her, slapping her left butt cheek: “Come here honey,” Kevin told her, as he took her hands, drawing her to the carpet.
He lay between her splayed legs and covered her body with his, upper body held from her breasts on straight arms.
"So do you really want this?" Kevin teased with a smile, holding his length between her moist lips, the head against her throbbing clitoris.
Heather looked up, with wide-eyes.
“You have to be kidding?” she snapped, gripping him by the hips and wrapping her legs round his thighs, in an effort to draw him into her once more.
“You sure?” Kevin teased again.
"Yes," She screamed, "yes, put it in and fuck me…"
“You really sure?” he continued.
"Oh God, YES," Heather repeated, almost crying with desire.
“That’s good to hear,” Kevin said with a grin, as he slammed his hard flesh deep into her liquid warmth, making Heather cry out with relief.
Kevin now started to pound Heather's body, thrusting forcefully, pushing his shaft deeper, giving her his pleasure as he took his own.
Heather came again, a heavy pussy quivering cum that caressed his throbbing flesh cock, making him smile with pleasure, using his body, undulating her hips and, massaging him with her inner muscles.
Now it was Heather who was working Kevin's shaft, as she grabbed him by the waist with her small hands, directing Kevin as she wanted, her ankles crossed over his butt, heels pulling the man even deeper inside.
Yet all too soon, Heather felt the moment, the point of no return as he moved faster as he thrust deeply and quickly inside hot pulsating pussy.
"Urrghh," gasped Kevin as he felt Heather's orgasm grab him.
His movements became erratic and, the speed of his thrusts became quicker.
“Ohhh, oohhh, ohh," moaned Heather as her body was washed over the edge then down into an abyss of pure delight and she felt Kevin's shaft expand then pulse, as he shot his seed deep inside her.
Then they rolled together and embraced, kissing deeply.
But, unknown to them both, as Kevin had picked up the laptop, he’d opened up the cam and…
And then, as they lay there panting, a small tinny voice came from the sofa and the speakers on the laptop: “Heather, is that you?”
Unknown to them both, as Kevin had picked up the laptop, he’d opened up the cam and…
COMMENTS
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NoctusAngelusProcella
23:35 Mar 01 2011
wow amazing