0 comments/ 5522 views/ 1 favorites The Blanket By: hafnium10 You are unaware that I am watching you as I stood in the doorway in my underwear. I could see how nervous you were before I went into the bathroom. You took the opportunity to undress while I was not watching and tucked yourself into bed. As I stand leaning against the door frame, I see you sitting up on the pillows with the blanket pulled high up your chest. Just a hint of cleavage is showing as you look over and finally notice me standing there. A sly smile crosses your lips. "Just like all of those video chats, isn't it dear?" you say, your smile growing wider. "I've told you when we were chatting how much I hated those blankets," I said, trying to feign anger. "But tonight is the night you get to see what is underneath them," you whisper. The expression on your face changes from playful to serious as your eyes widen. I smile as I walk to the side of the bed. I start to grab he blankets to pull them aside but your hands grasp the top and hold them tightly against your chest. I loosen the other side and slide into bed beside you. You don't look at me at first, just stare straight ahead. I turn to my side and kiss your shoulder. "It's okay honey, really. I think you are beautiful." Your finally turn toward me, looking into my eyes. My face moves toward yours and our lips find each others. You feel my palm against your cheek as I urge you closer and we kiss more deeply. I can hear you moan into my mouth and my tongue runs against your lips. Your mouth opens and I soon feel your tongue toying with mine. As I pull your mouth tighter against mine, our kisses move from soft and tender to passionate and erotic. But through it all, your hands still clutch tightly on the top of the blanket. My body shifts as my kisses move down your face, from your lips to the tip of your chin, to the curve of your neck and finally down to the space between your collarbones. You can feel my lips form a smile as I plant kisses on the backs of each of your hands. With each kiss, I feel your grip on the blanket loosening. Finally, your hands release their tension and I feel your fingers in my hair. Your body is shivering but not from the cold. You are ready for me to see you but still nervous about what I might think. But I don't give you time to worry as my hand slowly raises the blanket and slides it down your chest, revealing your breasts that I have waited to see for so long and they were definitely worth the wait. I press against your hands so I can raise my head to look in your eyes. They are questioning as you look at me but my smile lets you know there is nothing to worry about now. My face returns to your chest, filling the space formed by your cleavage with short, quick kisses. The width of my kisses broadens until I am planting them just to the inside of your semi-erect nipples. The first touch of your nipples is with the tip of my tongue as it flicks the underside. I feel your body raise off the bed slightly as my tongue traces small circles around your nipple with occasional movements to brush across it. "Gawd," I hear you moan. I know it has been a long time since you have been with anyone and even then the experience was more dutiful than passionate. My concern rises. "This okay?" I ask softly. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." is your reply. I return and wrap my lips around your nipple, flick the tip with the tip of my tongue. I tighten my lips and tug gently, pulling your nipple up slightly. I can feel it harden in my lips and can feel the motion of the bed as your head rolls from side to side. I see a blur of motion and raise my eyes to see your hand around your other breast, kneading it roughly and occasionally squeezing your other nipple between your finger and thumb. The only sound filling the room now is your soft moaning. My hand slides down your belly and reaches beneath the blanket that now covers your hips. I can feel the soft hair that covers your lips and move my hand lower under I have completely covered your pussy with my hand. It is warm and I can feel the moistness telling me about your excitement. I continue to suckle at your breast as my fingers move to separate your soft lips. My middle finger starts sliding up and down between them, spreading your moisture. As I slide my hand a bit higher, my finger finds the hardness that is your erect clit. With my first touch, your hips rise quickly up then drop hard onto the bed. As I continue to rub your clit, I can feel your breathing increase its depth and its pace. I know what this means and how long it has been since your body has felt this way. My speed increases as I feel the moisture between your legs growing. Your hands both find the back of my head now as I lock tightly on your nipple with my lips and continue to stroke your clit with my fingers. The deep breath you take tells me what is coming next. As your body quakes, the orgasm that has been a long time coming finally overtakes you. I can feel the muscles in your body tightening and releasing as the pulses of your orgasm continue. Your pussy spasms around my fingers as they continue to stroke your clit and slide between your soft lips. Shudder after shudder flow through you until I hear you release a long slow groan feel the tension in your body finally subside. I release your nipple and look up to see your eyes closed, tears running down your cheeks. I crawl up beside you, my arm draped across your chest as I kiss your cheek. As your arm reaches around my neck, I lean in and kiss the tears off of your cheek. (to be continued) The Blanket Ch. 02 ....This is a continuation of part one of the story.... "I haven't felt that feeling for so long," you whisper in my ear. "I know honey, I know," I reply. "And there is so much more to come." "Please make love to me dear. I haven't been with anyone for so long. I want to feel you inside me." I turn my body against you and we kiss deeply, my arm pulling your body tightly against mine. Your breasts are against my chest and I can feel your hard nipples against me. My hand slips from your back and slide up between us as I feel the weight of our breast in my hand. Our tongues continue their games in our mouths as I knead it softly. You lean away and push my shoulder with your hand, rolling me onto my back. With the flourish of a bullfighter, you grab the bedding and toss it off of me. My erection is still trapped in my underwear as you reach down and place your palm flat against it. You can feel my pulse with each heartbeat as you press your hand against me. Your fingers curl around my hardness through the cotton material as you look at me and smile. You shift your body downward slightly and hook your fingers in the waistband. With the playfulness of a child, you pull the band from my stomach and peer inside. "My, my. Did I do that?" you giggle as you pull at my underwear..lifting them away from my hard cock and sliding them down my legs. I shift my legs as they pass my knees and kick them off to the side. Your hand returns to my cock, wrapping around its fullness. You slowly stroke up and down, squeezing every time you reach the base then releasing slightly as you slide up to the head. With each upward stroke of your hand, my hips raise slightly reaching up into the circle you have formed with your thumb and finger. You glance up at me and smile. "You like that, huh?" you ask although my moaning should probably have answered that question for you already. As you continue stroking up and down, my eyes close. The only sound filling the room is my groaning as every stroke makes me harder than I thought possible. You take your hand away and I open my eyes to see you shifting to lay beside me. The look in your eyes tells me what should come next as I roll over to you. I kiss you deeply as your body shifts, then I move down along your legs. You open them as I slide between your knees. I reach out with my fingers to touch your pussy lips and feel the moisture there. They are red, swollen and glistening. As I shift my body up toward your hips, you pull your knees up closer to your chest. The tip of my cock is pressed against your opening. I take my cock in my hand and rub it up and down your slit, spreading the moisture and parting your lips, revealing your opening. I place the head of my cock against it and press against you. You feel the wide head of my cock making its way past your lips, then slip slowly inside you. I see the look on your face, a combination of passion and concern. I am only slightly inside you and begin to withdraw when you reach down and steady my hips. "No, deeper please," you whisper as you pull my hips tighter. With one firm push of my hips, I am totally within you. My hips are firmly pressed against yours and can feel the depth of your pussy at the tip of my cock. Your hands are still pulling me tightly against you as you tighten your muscles around me, squeezing me. After moments of eternal ecstasy, I feel your hands loosen and start moving within you. Each stroke brings the head of my cock out of your entrance before I press down and sink myself completely in to you once again. As I reach deeply into you, you raise your hips sinking me even deeper as you moan loudly. Our hips repeatedly separate and collide as we finally consummate the passion of weeks of teasing and flirting. I continue to stroke myself within you and you continue to raise your hips in encouragement. Your hands move from my hips and find their way to my chest, weaving into my chest hair. As I continue to look into your face, I see your eyes partly close and fix their stare into mine. With the next few strokes, your body starts to shudder beneath mine. I can feel your pussy tighten and then release around my cock over and over. Your arms reach up and wrap around me neck pulling me down to you. As you reach up and kiss my lips, your body tightens and you pull me down against you, my weight fully on you. "Oh yesssss," you almost hiss into my mouth and I feel your whole body tighten. I am gripped by your arms and by your pussy, unable to move. Your tongue dances in my mouth as your orgasm washes through your body. I can feel the warmth of your face as its flushes with orgasm. Your mouth is moaning words I cannot understand into mine. Your grip finally releases me as you release our kiss. "Okay, sweetheart, your turn," you whisper as you press your hands against my chest again. I sit up and move my hips rapidly against you once again, as you reach between us and make a small circle around the base of my cock with your thumb and finger. The extra friction they produce is an erotic feeling I have never felt before with anyone else and it is the motion that takes me over the edge. My movements slow as I feel the pressure building in my hips. With each slow thrust, your pussy and fingers stroke my entire length..urging me to cum for you. I do not hold back as I push deeply within in. You can feel each pulse of my orgasm as I empty myself within you. Pulse after pulse fills you. As my orgasm subsides, the walls of your pussy squeeze tightly in a lovers embrace. As I slide slowly out of you, I slide up to lay beside you. You roll so you are facing me, our heads on the same pillow. A soft kiss is passed between us and then you smile widely. "Even better than I imagined it would be," you whisper as you close your eyes. The Blanket Hornpipe "Here get that down yer." "You trying to get me drunk, Joe?" "The bubbles get right up yer nose." "Well it'd only go flat, shame to waste it." As Dolly threw it down her throat, "I could get used to this." "I'd drink it from your slipper." The open champagne bottle finished, they started on the cider, brought in for the surrounding working folk. "I prefer the champagne," hiccoughed Dolly. "You, my goddess are a woman of discerning taste." And Joseph popped a cork on a bottle of champagne. "Joseph!" "You've worked hard this last week, you deserve it." "But still ..." The golden bubbles dancing before her eyes seduced her into silence, a rare thing! "Put your feet up, on my lap." They sat in the two chairs opposing each other by the fireplace. Dolly placed her surprisingly dainty booted feet onto Joe's lap. Joe undid the lacing and removed her boots. "Oh, you daft bugger!" Dolly said, as Joe poured champagne into her boot and supped. "Ambrosia, nectar of the gods." "Well, if you think I'm doing that with your boots, you can think again." Joe took her foot in his hand and rubbed the stockinged foot, massaging the overworked feet. "Ooh that feels good, Joe." "Give us the other one." Dolly sipped Champagne with her feet up, and Joe rubbing her tootsies; she felt comfortable, relaxed. Joe lit his pipe with Dolly's small feet resting on his lap. His face hidden in a cloud of smoke. "You, Dolly have the most beautiful feet. Cinderella wouldn't fit into your shoes." Dolly smiled, -S'pose I do have dainty feet. And she looked at her feet resting on Joe's lap and turned them a little bit here, and pointed her toes. -I do, never thought of it before. "Shame to keep them covered." And he tugged at the stocking's toe. "You can't pull them off from there, just like that." "I can't?" "You have to undo the button." "Where's that then?" Dolly raised her skirt and showed the top of her stocking which finished just below her knee and twisted into a knot with a button in it. "Oh," he said, "I see that now, would have been awkward." Joe's trousers tautened to impersonating a tent pole after catching sight of Dolly's drawers. He put his pipe on the hearth and reached over, "How's it work then?" His hand coming to rest on her knee. "You just untwirl it, like this and undo the button and then they just come down." "I'll try it on the other one, now you've done that one. Ah, bit fiddly." "You get used to it." "S'pose so," he said, and he removed her stocking and hung them over the arm of his chair. Joe rubbed her naked feet. "Prettiest toes I've ever seen," he said, as he raised her little foot to his mouth and sucked her big toe. He nibbled along all the way to the pinkie. Dolly sipped her champagne. Joe pressed his thumb into the instep of her foot. He straightened her leg and brought it to rest on his shoulder and then sucked and nibbled the left. Dolly's skirts had slid up, and Joe was happy to view her knees; and then as he moved her other leg to nibble the other footsie he caught a glimpse of lace. So now, Joe had Dolly's feet on both his shoulders. -Now comes the tricky bit, one false move. I'm doomed! Dolly had closed her eyes. This didn't mean she wasn't alert, a sleeping giant. Joe massaged her ankle, this time her calf, and every so often, as he pushed upwards his fingers would brush her knee, and touch the lace edging on her drawers. Joe dragged his chair a little closer to Dolly. "What are you doing?" Dolly asked, one eye open. "Making myself comfortable, I'm at full stretch here." Dolly closed her eye. Joe had moved his chair forward, he had her knees either side of him, he was now if he edged forward between her legs. Joe leaned forward. This time as he rubbed, he allowed his fingers to rove higher, under the lace; touching the soft, warm, flesh of her thigh, comfy as a pillow, soft as marsh mallow. He brushed his fingers over the drawers and between her legs. These wonderful drawers with their open crotch. He found the slit in her drawers his finger rested. Dolly was not offering any resistance to his fondlings, so urged on. His hand poked through the split in her open crotch drawers. He touched her curly hair. But alas, that was as far as his curious probing fingers could go. Her wondrous thighs clamped shut the object of his desire by the protective arms of the welsh stick chair. Joe had to have her off that seat, but he was also aware that to disturb her reverie could change her mood. "I fancy a nibble," hoping this would raise Dolly from the chair that bound her. "I noticed." "I meant one of them salmon sandwiches, they won't keep will they? Probably curling up all ready!" "I don't know where you put it?" -I know where I'd like to. Dolly rose from the chair, it gave a creak of relief as her weight eased from its spindly legs. No sooner had Dolly made it to the kitchen table than Joe came up behind her. -Now ... or never. Never had a male approached a female with such trepidation bar the male spider to the black widow. He stood behind her as Dolly collected sandwiches and placed them on two plates. His arms reached round to her breast. He kissed her, the nape of her neck. She smelled of wine and cakes. The aroma of baking permeated her every pore. She stiffened under his embrace but she hadn't elbowed him aside. He rested his head on her shoulder his hand pulled up the hem of her skirt. He could see those big bloomers and giant arse constrained within. He wanted to peel them off like the rind of an orange, squeeze the juice from her ... "What do you think you're doing?" -OK, now. Show no fear! "I'm going to give you a good rodgering." "How do I know it'll be good?" -Success. "You're about to find out." And he raised her skirt, looked at that fine arse its mounds hidden by taut white cotton. "You are a fine looking woman." Dolly wouldn't own up to it but she enjoyed being an object of desire. Joe slid his hand between her big white thighs, the crotchless drawers yielding to his probing fingers. He bent and put his face to her backside and kissed each soft mound. He untied the cotton ribbon and her drawers dropped like a mainsail. Joe stepped back to admire this view. Big white dimpled flesh. With his hand on her cheek, he asked her to, "Step out of these." And she raised one foot and then the other. Her drawers he tossed over the wooden chair. And here was Dolly, barefoot and bare arsed, with her skirt up around her waist. He slid his finger between the crease of her cheeks. He didn't want to risk turning her around in case the sight of him brought her out of her daydream, and reminded her he was just an old, grubby, gardener. He slid his hand to her front touched the soft white thigh, stroked the curly hair spreading over and between her legs. He pushed his finger further and slid between her lips, and he felt the moisture of her under his finger. He pushed at her again and his finger sank into her. And she was a sight as he remembered her all those years ago, but bigger. -For such a big woman she had the tiniest feet and the tightest of cunts. Joe unbuttoned his fly; his dick free, waved at Dolly's arse. "Put your elbows on the table." –Blimey, she's doing as I tell her. He stood between her thighs. And with her arse raised and her cunt in view, Joe with one big thrust entered her flesh. Soft as marshmallow, warm as apple pie. Dolly moved. "Stay, still girl," he said, like he was cooing to a big shire horse. But Dolly did as he urged, but as his thrusts grew so did her desire, pent up years, now expressed. She twisted sharply, throwing Joe off her back. She stood now with her back to the table looking at Joe. Joe with his trousers round his ankles and his dick dribbling as it nodded towards her cunt. And she didn't see a grubby old gardener, no. She saw her lover, her man. Joe lunged for her. He touched her mouth and kissed her lips, tasting champagne. She had a scent, a mingling fragrance of baking; cakes and cinnamon buns. He pushed her back onto the table. Salmon sandwiches so carefully placed scattered. Joe climbed aboard. He found her cunt with the head of his dick and pushed forward, driving into her abundance. Dolly kicked up her heels and the fairy cakes flew. Joe thrust and Dolly thrashed. The remains of the sliced ham hit the floor, followed by the cream jug. Joe pounded harder, a cacophony of crockery rattling on pine table legs, creaking beneath the pounding flesh. Joe sought her lips, and Dolly found Joe's mouth and kissed him, powerfully, ardently. Spoons, forks, and glasses crashed from the table. Joe felt himself coming and he pulled back. -Think of celery seedlings, think of potato sets. Dolly heaved under him. "Just wait my beauty he cooed, hold still there." He withdrew from her. Dolly would get cross if only she could summon up the will. Joe drank from the champagne bottle, he took the mouthful and trickled it over her cunt; he sipped it from her, supping from those full lips. He would have stayed with his face buried amongst the folds, but he couldn't contain himself, she was open, moist, and he was as hard as he could possibly be. So he jumped on her and thrust into her, over and over, she wrapped her huge thighs over his back. -Can hardly move me arse! In one big, last thrust, Joseph lay spent and exhausted in her vice like grip. "Christ woman, that was worth the wait!" Joe rolled off her scattering the last of the vol au vents to the floor. He held out his arm to her, helping her from the wreckage of the kitchen table. He lowered her skirt and after pushing himself back into his trousers. -Show a bit of decorum. He went down on one knee. "Marry me!" "I." "Say you'll be mine."" "I-" "Say you'll be ..." "I will." "I love you Dolly." "If you just shut up for a moment." Joe paused ... "I WILL," Dolly bellowed.