This is a sexual written and copyrighted by me, Shon Richards. It's
all F sex with M observation and some might even call it lusty. I also
suggest you try this at home, but don't mind me, I just write this stuff. I
crave and live for e-mails sent by people who want to comment on the story.
Mail me at lordshon@aol.com.
"Just Sit", By Shon Richards
"Just sit," Joni said to me. My lover sat on the couch opposite me,
looking ravishing even in her secretary's clothes from work. The candles
she had lit told me that tonight was special.
"Just sit?" I asked, fidgeting a little on the hard wooden chair. "Are
you sure you wouldn't rather I sit on the softer couch?"
"Just sit," she repeated. She tilted her head forward, looking down on
her and looking at me with stolen glances. Her lashes dropped behind
her sexy glasses, piercing me with her sultry scrutiny. A smile came to
her lips as she unbuttoned the buttons on her blouse, starting up at her
neck.
"All right," I quipped. I was enjoying where this was going.
"Shh," she hushed. "Just sit," she repeated.
Joni stopped at the last button of her shirt. I could see the green of
her bra and the soft glow of her skin but the sides of her were still
clinging together. It was a game of hide and seek as I wished that I her
shirt would open just a few inches more so that I could see the fullness of
her breasts. As it was, I could barely see the valley of her and
the smile Joni was giving me told me that I would have to be satisfied with
what I had.
I was.
Her was falling in her eyes but still she pinned me to my seat
with those hazel gems. Joni bent forward, flashing me briefly with her
exposed brassiere, and she lifted the hem of her skirt. She pulled her
skirt up to over her knees, and my breath caught as I saw her the curtain
rising on her hose clad legs. Up, up, up the skirt raised over lovely
calves and hose covered thighs. I was surprised to see the hose end in the
lace snaps of a black garter belt. More surprising was the fact that she
wasn't wearing at all. Her sex was naked and primal, black curls
of hair surrounded by the shrine of black lace.
As if on cue, my cock stirred within jeans that became too tight. Joni
was just sitting there, looking at me from behind a veil of tousled hair. I
moved to release my belt, and her head snapped up, her eyes flaming, daring
me to continue.
"Just sit," she repeated, and I did.
I sat up straight in the chair and Joni relaxed. Her hands went back to
her knees and she dug her fingers into her hose. Slowly, she pulled her
fingernails through her hose, ripping it loudly up to her thighs. Joni
transformed her hose from elegance to destructive decadence with her nails
that had scratched similar gouges in my back.
Watching me always, Joni massaged the inside of her thighs. I bit my
lip to keep from sighing like a fool. It didn't work. As Joni's fingers
kneaded and pressed against the thighs that had greeted me always warmly, I
sighed at memories of cold nights and warm beds.
Joni brought her hands to her sex, passing the palms over the top of her
hair. Sitting across from her, I could easily imagine the feel of her soft
hairs tickling her palms. She lifted her palms and ran her fingers though
her dark bush, her fingernails touching her outer lips with the slightest
touches. As I sat transfixed, Joni hand's came down and grabbed her pubic
hair roughly and pulled her hair harshly. She cried out at the sudden
shock and I gasped with her. Just as quickly as she did it, she let go.
The flash of visible pain still stunned me as she held open the folds of
her sex with one hand. The shocking pink of her sex stared at me with the
same intensity that Joni's eyes were still holding on me. With her free
hand two fingers dipped into her sex and gathered a wet offering of her
desire. With these fingers, she then smeared the moisture on her forehead.
She anointed herself again with her fingers, this time leaving a drop of
her lust on her chin. As her chin glistened, she applied a second offering
onto the base of her neck. Another anointment was given to her between her
breasts, more to the left, right on the bite mark I left last night.
"Just sit," I told myself.
After she had finally satisfied whatever rituals she needed, Joni
brought both of her hands over her sex, covering herself completely. Her
eyes released their grip on me and her mouth opened sensually as her
fingers entered her sacred place. With her legs so lewdly open, she
started an undulating motion with her hands on her sex. Her arms joined
the motion, her shoulders revolving as her whole upper body joined the
circular motion. Her heaved, emerging from the confines of her
shirt and straining against her green bra. All of her body became
dedicated to the simple masturbation of her sex.
Within moments, the room was dominated by the wet sounds of her sex. It
was a dirty, smacking noise made beautiful by the woman making the noises.
Joni crossed her ankles and leaned back on the couch as her fingers went
deeper, worshipping the rosy temple even further. Her thumbs joined at her
emerging clit, pulling and stroking the rising purple altar. The
candlelight reflected the beads of desire she had anointed herself with
earlier.
Her manual prayers were much more subdued now but her body was not.
Joni's surged out of her as her back arched with a flash of
bliss. She was breathing hard, ragged gasps coming from her crimson lips.
Thighs clenched against a lover that wasn't there, held back only by her
desire for me to see her desire. Sweat appeared on her forehead, dampening
the wavy black hair against her face.
I just sat.
Joni abandoned her clit and her right hand plunged into her sex. She
stroked faster with a steady gait. Joni crossed over from worship to
fucking with a fluid grace that only the wicked and the innocent possess.
Her other hand moved under her shirt, cupping her right and
squeezing the soft flesh with her sharp nails. Joni tilted her head down,
shrouding her face again with her sweaty hair. From underneath her veil, I
could hear the increasing volume of her gasps.
Her sex was flushed and wet, sealing around her constantly moving
fingers.
Joni moaned as she ripped her free from her bra and pinched her
nipple savagely.
The coming of her orgasm was punctuated by the trembling of her lip.
When it was over, Joni opened her eyes. Breathing hard, she licked her
lips and stared at me with her hazel eyes. A smile came to her lips, cruel
and sensual and completely seductive. A single lock of hair clung to her
sweaty cheek. A tremor came over her, a lingering aftershock of pleasure.
I could sit no more.
The end.
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