0 comments/ 12225 views/ 1 favorites Virtually Yours Ch. 02 By: Fizzxxx It was nearing the end of the afternoon, and the cliff top path was deserted except for the woman who sat on the grass overlooking the beach at Hope Gap. The day-trippers and walkers had long since returned to their hotels and hostels, and she waited patiently in solitude, occasionally glancing hopefully up the grassy bank in the direction of the car-park. She was wearing one of those light flowing skirts that women seem to favour in the summer months, a thin strapped sun-top, and wooden wedged sandals. She sat with her legs stretched out before her with the hem of her skirt pulled up over her thighs and she enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her skin. The straps of her top had slid from her shoulders and the roundness of her breasts was clearly visible through the soft material; her full, plump nipples allowing their imprint to be seen by anyone who cared to look. As she waited her mind wandered back to that last unforgettable meeting with him. Her idea had been born by a 'conversation' she'd had with him. His fantasy - to meet in a hotel bedroom at a pre-arranged time, and for her to be waiting in a bath of warm soapy water. It had worked perfectly. The hotel, the steam from the bath, that moment when she had first seen him enter the room, and then later when he had lain her on the bed, tasted her for the first time and licked her smooth pussy until she came. A smile curled on her lips at the memories, as she remembered their love making that afternoon. After she had whispered the words "fuck me", as they lay together, he had become aroused again, and they had spent the rest of that afternoon in the heights of pleasure that she had forgotten existed. He brought her to orgasm again and again; her legs splayed wide, his shaft pumping into her, his heavy, full balls banging against her with each powerful thrust, until finally he had ejaculated inside her, their desire for each other finally spent. The sound of a car engine pulled her thoughts back to reality; she heard the car approach before she saw it, the crunching of tyres on gravel as he pulled into the isolated car park at the top of the cliff. She saw him walking towards her in the distance, a tall figure dressed casually in jeans and shirt and lifted her hand to wave, now suddenly aware of the hardness in her nipples, which poked through the fabric of her top, and the moisture forming in her tingling pussy. She pulled her knees up towards her body, and arranged the hem of her skirt respectfully over her legs as she felt that same need for him that she had experienced before in the hotel bedroom. He could see her now. At first she was hidden from the view of the car park, and for one moment he thought that she wasn't there. But now in the distance he could see a figure sat on the long grass to the right of the foot- path. She waved to him, and he waved back. He noticed how her skirt was pulled up over her legs as she sunbathed, and how her hair moved gently with the summer breeze. He scanned further along the cliff top, and could not see any sign of other people. This pleased him and the thought also excited him, as he knew that without interruption from walkers, and knowing how hot for him she would be, anything was possible – his mind now going into overdrive. He felt that familiar stirring in his boxers, and was happy that she had this effect on him. He knew she would be aroused too. He sat beside her on the grass at the top of the cliffs at Hope Gap, and they relaxed in the warmth of the summer sun, the sea breezes coming in with the evening tide, listening to the melancholy cries of the herring gulls. On the horizon they could see a variety of sailing craft bobbing up and down in the sea, some heading towards the shore, perhaps to moor for the night. The breeze caught her skirt and whipped it back across her thighs providing a glimpse of flesh. She knew that he had seen, and could tell by the look in his eye, that he had hoped to see more. Perhaps he too, was visualising their last encounter. The intimacy he had felt as he had bathed her and the arousal as he had gently shaved her pubic hair, and then washed her with the lather in the bath. The surrounding area was perfectly quiet and peaceful. She took his hand, and placed it inside her skirt on her mound, parting her legs slightly. He could feel through the material of her underwear, that once again she was shaved. The fabric slid easily across her smooth skin. His fingers began to rub her gently through the thin material of her knickers, dampening the cotton. He played with her clit, rubbing it between finger and thumb, in between long strokes the length of her slit. She felt him push the material to one side, and his soft touch slid easily into her wet pussy. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and a moan escaped from her lips. She saw that he was looking down, watching his fingers slide in and out of her, and this aroused her more. His other hand was resting on her leg, and he gently pulled her knee towards him, her pussy, opening wider at his invitation. She could feel the warm breeze circling under her skirt, and was aware of how exposed she was as the material of her skirt slid back to her hips, as his fingers probed her. He slipped his thumb deep into her warm, wet hole, and she breathed in deeply, enjoying the sensations that he was making course through her body. His fingers were concentrating on her clit, rubbing firmly in a circular motion exciting her more. She opened her legs wider to him, her breaths now deep and meaningful, by now beyond the point of caring if anyone should see. In fact maybe she was hoping that someone could see them. She wanted someone to witness the effect his touch had on her. She wanted someone to see how aroused he made her. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, and gently eased them down over her knees, tossing them onto the grass beside her. She lay back into the grass, as he continued to stroke up and down her sweet cunt. Her hands moved to her sun-top and she lifted it up over her breasts, her hands now drawn to her hard nipples. She rubbed the palm of her hands over them as he watched her. The tips of his fingers were now dipping into her hole, spreading her juice along the length of her pussy and coating her smooth lips, finally circling her sensitive clit. With each stroke his fingers pushed deeper inside her, her breathing becoming a deep moan with each penetration. Her fingers were now kneading roughly at her breasts, as she pulled and tugged on her nipples. As she lay in the grass, her moans became deeper, as he anticipated the orgasm that was building inside her. His touch becoming faster and harder. His fingers now soaked from her wet cunt, rubbing against her clit, and pushing deep inside her, stroking the walls, feeling for her g-spot. The sensation was too much and her orgasm hit her like the waves that were now crashing down on the beach below. A deep guttural moan escaped from her lips and was caught by the breeze and carried away. She pushed her body hard against his hand prolonging the ecstasy for as long as possible as she came against him. He reached across and squeezed and stroked her nipple as her orgasm subsided. She sat up and moved her hand across to his trousers, and was not surprised to feel the familiar bulge – the bulge that she had grown to need so much. She had realised long ago during their online love-making, how excited and aroused it made her to know that she had the ability to make him hard - to make him want her. Her fingers unzipped his trousers, and she pulled his boxers over his rigid cock. He tensed momentarily as he felt the salty summer breeze brushing over his hardness, a drop of moisture already forming at his slit. The attention she was now paying to him made him rock hard and more precum oozed before her eyes. She pulled his foreskin back, revealing the soft red glans, now coated and shiny with clear precum. She rubbed her thumb across the liquid and then slipped her thumb into her mouth, savouring the taste of him as he watched her, the image of her wet pussy, and the power of her climax still fresh in his mind. She circled his shaft with her hand and began pumping him – slow, deliberate movements, her hand sliding from the base of his shaft to the tip of his glans coating him with the lubrication of his juices. His head tilted back as he succumbed to her touch. If someone had appeared along the cliff top path at that moment, neither would have been able to desist what was happening, both so involved in the moment. Her giving pleasure, him gratefully receiving. She leaned her head towards his mouth and felt his tongue move deep inside her, his tongue finding hers. They kissed with hungry abandon, sharing their desire through their mouths. Her hand milked his cock, and then sank lower to massage his balls, stroking around his heaviness, cupping them, squeezing gently, playing with him. He could feel the long grass brushing against him, and the breeze that came up from the sea. The lust they felt for each other eating them up. Her kiss hard against his. She moved her hand back to his rigid shaft and increased her grip and the speed of her rhythm. Long deliberate strokes, from the base of his cock to his glans, each one milking more precum from him, each one bringing him closer, and closer. She felt his cock tense beneath her grasp, heard him breathe in deeply, his face contorted in pleasure and then watched as he came. His delicious white cum spurting forwards, a torrent of thick liquid which gushed as it landed on the grass in front of him. His head tilted back, he uttered a deep moan as the spasm overtook him. She watched the intensity on his face and imagined his orgasm flooding his body as it rushed through his cock. Her hand continuing to pump him slowly, allowing him to enjoy every last drop of his climax. She pulled away from his lips, and they smiled, their faces nuzzled together both enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Her skirt was still up around her hips, her knickers on the grass beside her, her legs still open. His cock still exposed through the opening of his trousers and his boxers pulled down below his balls. Suddenly, aware of their surroundings they hurriedly composed their clothing. As their passion faded they were now painfully aware that someone could come by. Of course no-one did but the thought had certainly increased their excitement. But then, in the distance, across the beach below them something caught his eye. Just off the edge of the shore, beyond the waves, a small boat bobbed up and down and wasn't that the glint of sunlight as it flashed against a lens? Binoculars maybe and she was sure that it was clearly pointing in their direction. Virtually Yours Ch. 03 She stood on the edge of the pavement outside the station, scanning the rush of traffic in front of her. She was dressed casually in jeans, t-shirt and trainers. She had a coloured jumper tied loosely around her shoulders, and a warm fleece jacket, which was sat on top of a holdall on the floor by her feet. She smiled as she saw his car pull in before her, and scooped her luggage up in one smooth movement. He got out of the car to greet her, and kissed her on the lips, immediately remembering the smell of her scent. He opened the boot of his car, and she placed her belongings next to his; a similar holdall, and an array of camping equipment. They both got in the car, and he pulled back out into the traffic. Since their previous encounters, they had been planning to spend a night or two together, both wanting to enjoy the luxury of waking up beside the other. They wanted solitude, but they also loved the outdoors and that 'back to nature' feeling and so a trip into the countryside to camp had been the ideal solution. They headed towards a small forest campsite which was some distance from their homes. They had both concocted some story with their partners, to make a couple of nights away a possibility. He was on a 'business trip', and she was 'visiting friends'. The journey passed quickly, and they spent the time making small talk about their families, and their lives away from each other. The radio played in the background. It wasn't long before they pulled into the campsite, which seemed busy but very picturesque. Large open areas interspersed with bushes and surrounded by a variety of large trees; oak, beech, silver birch, and pine. They quickly completed the formality of booking in and found a secluded spot under a huge oak tree to pitch the tent. They unpacked the car, and erected the tent. It was one of those small tents, just big enough for two people to lie down inside. They arranged the sleeping bags inside, and happy with the setting they got back in the car and drove to the nearest pub to eat an evening meal, washed down with a glass of the local beer. Their hunger satisfied, they drove back to the campsite and settled down for the night. During the evening the weather changed, and the rain began to beat down relentlessly against the canvass of their tent. They snuggled against each other as the storm brewed outside, and he commented on how it felt like they were trapped in a cocoon, isolated from the outside world by the storm. She spoke about the noise of the rain on the tent, and of how no-one outside would be able to hear a sound coming from inside. A secret smile curled on her lips, and she nuzzled closer to him, feeling the warmth from his body, her imagination now unleashed. She reached out her hand and slowly unzipped both their sleeping bags, spreading them out. She directed him to lie on his stomach, and then straddled him. He could feel her warmth and her wetness on his buttocks. Her hands moved in a sweeping motion on his shoulders and down his spine as she began to massage him. He felt her soft breasts brush against his back as she leaned down and replaced the touch of her hands, with her lips. She kissed across his shoulders, the back of his neck, the tops of his arms, and down his spine to his lower back. Her lips covering every inch of his skin. She slid down his body and her kiss moved across his buttocks, to his inner thigh, as she tickled against the soft hairs of his legs. She began to massage his buttocks, each stroke gently parting his cheeks, and her tongue slid in to moisten the rim of his arse hole. She leaned up and allowed a blob of saliva to leave her mouth and trickle along the crack of his arse, pooling around the hole. She rubbed her finger in the moisture, and gently slid it in. She felt him tense, and applied more pressure, until her finger was embedded completely in him. He moaned softly, and adjusted his position slightly to accommodate the growing bulge he was now lying on. She slid her finger in and out of his tight hole, her tongue licking around the rim, and adding more saliva to lubricate him. Her free hand stroked against the underside of his balls, she could feel his warmth, and the wetness of her saliva which had run down. She felt him move beneath her hand, and continued to slide her finger gently in and out of his arse, in time with his moans. She pulled her finger free, and rolled him onto his back. She could now see his erection which was hard and solid. She gripped his cock with her hand and slowly pumped up and down from the tip of his shaft to the base in one smooth action. Once again he moaned, and she understood his encouragement, and continued with her deliberate action on his manhood. She leaned down to him, her hair and her breasts now brushing against his thighs, and slid the whole of his cock deep into her mouth; her lips sucking hungrily on the skin at the base of his shaft. Her tongue flicked along the side of his cock, as she learned his shape and texture from within her mouth. She slid her lips along his cock, rubbing the soft glans against the roof of her mouth, her tongue licking around the head of his shaft, tasting his precum. His hands were locked in her hair pushing her onto his cock. She allowed large blobs of her saliva to run down his shaft, and her hand massaged these down towards his balls, coating them with lubrication. She could feel his body tense beneath her, and knew that he was close to orgasm, as she continued to suck hard on the end of his cock, gently raking her teeth across the softness. She slid him from her mouth, and pumped him with her hand, his foreskin sliding up and down along his shaft, the tip ready to explode beneath her soft grasp. She leaned closer and with each movement allowed his cock to brush against her nipples, he watched with eyes half closed, as she masturbated him. A moan escaped from his lips, and his body shook as his sticky white fluid surged from his slit. She directed his flow over her breasts, and watched as his cum hung from her nipples. With one last movement of her hand she wiped the last drop of cum on her breast, and smiled at him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto him, his cum now sandwiched between them. He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her hard and deep, his fingers tangled in her hair. The rain still beat like a drum on the outside of the small tent. He rolled her over onto her back, and sat up between her legs. The remains of his sticky liquid still on her, he reached forwards and rubbed it into her breasts and nipples. Her nipples were like bullets beneath his touch, and his cum served to lubricate as he played with her nipples, teasing and twisting. He took her hands in his and pushed them up above her head, holding them there, while he kissed her face and neck. He opened the holdall he had brought with him, and removed a piece of thick ribbon. He tied this around her wrists, restraining her movement. Her eyes were locked on his, as she wondered what he would do next. He removed something else from the bag, but she couldn't see what it was. His lips moved back to her face and he continued to kiss his way down her body, across her shoulders, and lower to her breasts. He sucked each nipple into his mouth, tasting his cum on her, and swirled his tongue around the areola, nibbling with his teeth. She murmured quietly, at the pleasure he was forcing upon her, her hands still secured above her head. He kissed lower across her stomach, and down to her mound. He hooked his hands under each thigh and pushed her legs apart. She was already wet, and her cunt glistened before him. He picked up the object he had removed from the bag, and she heard a buzzing sound as he switched the vibrator on. She felt the vibrator touch against her thigh, and then moaned deeply as he rubbed it against her smooth pussy lips. She pulled her legs open wider hoping he would use the vibrator to penetrate her; instead he continued to rub across the outside of her smooth cunt, and over her clit - teasing her. She writhed before him, her hands still tied together, wanting so much to direct his touch. He smiled at the effect he was having on her, the ribbon and the vibrator adding a new dimension to their love-making. He moved the tip of the vibrator along the length of her slit, her moisture clinging to it, and then slid the full length into her pussy, pushing hard against her body. She arched her back against his force, and groaned with pleasure as she felt him touch deep inside her, the vibrator finding her cervix. He continued the pressure, and used his hand to rub across her clit, finally sliding the vibrator out of her hole. He held the tip of the vibrator against her clit, and her moans developed into a scream "yessss", as her orgasm built inside her. Once again he dipped the vibrator into her cunt, and held it hard against her cervix, rubbing her clit between his finger and thumb, rolling it like a small pea. She was now beyond herself with pleasure and the sound of the rain drowned out her screams, as he witnessed her most powerful orgasm yet. He pumped the vibrator in and out of her hole, twisting it with each penetration, as a second orgasm tore through her body. Her legs shook with the force of her climax. He pulled the vibrator from her, and licked her juices off the tip. From the holdall he removed a small bottle of scented oil, and drizzled some across her nipples, and down over her stomach. It felt cold against her skin. He held the bottle over her slit, and poured the liquid onto her, watching as it ran the length of her pussy and down to moisten her arse hole. He rubbed the tip of the vibrator over her breasts, the oil acting as a lubricant and down her body tracing where the liquid had flowed. He found her arse hole, and teased her, pushing just the tip in. She opened her legs wider, now aware of how intimately he was viewing her, and felt him push the vibrator inside her arse. He felt her tense at the sensation, and patiently waited for her to relax, before sliding the vibrator all the way in. It lid in easily, and a deep moan caught on her breath. By now his erection had returned, and he took the bottle of oil and poured some over the end of his cock. She watched as he rubbed his hand up and down his manhood, coating himself with the smooth liquid, the vibrator still embedded in her arse. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her hole, teasing her. Then slowly slid it into her pussy. It felt tight as he nestled his cock alongside the vibrator, which he could feel through the walls of her cunt. He began to pump his cock in and out of her building up a strong, fast rhythm, in unison with her screams of pleasure. With each thrust he could feel the vibrator as his balls banged against her. His body slid easily against her skin, now coated with the scented oil. He had never before witnessed such strength in her orgasm, and was soon shouting with her, his own climax building. He felt his balls tighten, and then that familiar feeling as he ejaculated inside her. He imagined her cervix coated with his cum, as his cock softened and rested inside her. He reached down and withdrew the vibrator from her, and felt her body relax. He removed the ribbon from her wrists, and she immediately grabbed his hair and pulled his lips to her face, and kissed him deeply. The rain outside had now stopped, and they lay contentedly against each other; their sleeping bags now covered with a mixture of scented oil, pussy juice and cum. They fell asleep in each others arms…it was going to be a long weekend! Virtually Yours Ch. 04 She awoke early as daylight broke through her sleep. She could hear the steady breathing of the man who slept beside her, as she slid silently from beneath the duvet, feeling the coolness of the floor as she walked across to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, allowing the water to run hot before stepping under the spray. She washed her hair, building a thick lather from the bubbles, and watched as it ran down her body, covering her breasts and nipples in foam. Her fingers moved across her skin as she washed herself. She remembered the intimacy they had shared the previous night during their love-making and smiled to herself. Her hand moved lower to her mound, and she gently caressed herself, parting her legs slightly, to allow her fingers entry. She rubbed the soap across her slit, and further back to her anus, running her fingertip around the smooth hole while deep in thought. She snapped back to reality and remembered the day ahead. She had things to do and could not afford the luxury of self pleasure. She rinsed the remainder of the lather from her skin, and turning off the water, stepped from the shower. She dried herself using a towel that had been warming on the radiator, and rubbed her hair vigorously, before wrapping her bath robe around her, and leaving the bathroom. First stop of the day was always the kettle; she couldn't function without a mug of tea, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She filled the kettle and left it to boil while she went into the lounge. She pulled back the curtains and looked out onto a wet and windy day. The room was small, but brightly lit by the large window which looked out onto the garden. Her desk stood in the corner, and was home to her computer. Its companion was a large black leather computer chair, the kind with heavy arms, which most people seem to use. She turned the computer on and headed back into the kitchen to make her tea. She put a tea bag into a mug and then added the freshly boiled water, and then stirred it absent-mindedly as she gazed out of the window into the garden, watching the trees blowing in the wind. She lived alone now, which certainly made things easier for them. He was able to call in frequently, and on occasions, such as this was sometimes even able to stay over-night. It gave them the opportunity to fully explore their fantasies during their love-making. She thought back to the way things had once been, snatched moments in hotel bedrooms, or in his car parked at an isolated beauty spot. At least now they were able to pleasure each other slowly and completely. Just recently she had come to understand herself more fully; it seemed that these days her every thought and mood was twined inexplicably with her sexuality, she felt relaxed and in tune with her body and able to share her self with her lover. She removed the tea bag from the mug and added milk, then returned to the lounge, placing the mug of steaming tea on her desk. She sat in front of the screen and thought for a moment. She wanted to describe a scene that was in her mind, a scene that had evolved on a night when she had slept without him. A night when she had masturbated with him firmly in her mind. She began to type: "Lying here, in my bed, alone, thinking of you. Remembering how horny you make me feel. Remembering the last time we fucked, the orgasm you gave me. The pictures you sent me this week, flashing through my mind. Your cock in my mouth in my cunt. Feeling wet between my legs. Feeling aroused. My nipples hard, rubbing against the duvet. Touching my nipples. Rubbing my hand across them. Pulling them. Squeezing them. Twisting. Imagining it is your touch on me. Imagining I can smell you near me. Wanting to kiss you hungrily. Wanting to fuck you. Wanting your cock. Reaching my hand lower. Feeling how wet my pussy is. Sliding my fingers along the length of my cunt. Pushing them inside me. Breathing slowly, deeply. Switching on the vibrator. Running it across the smoothness of my shaved lips. Moistening it in my pussy. Spreading my juices. Opening my legs wider. Separating my pussy lips. Sliding the vibrator in my hole. Pushing it in and out. Rolling the vibrator across the outside of my cunt. Across my clit. Teasing myself. My breathing becoming more rapid. Tingling now inside. Building deep within me. Face feeling hot. It feels good. Feels warm. Feels wet. Pushing it against my cervix. Applying pressure. Finding the spot. Holding it there. The vibrator rubbing up and down my slit. Touching my clit. Close to cumming. Breathing through it. Trying to hold back. Wanting it to last. The vibrator held against my clit. So close now. Moaning softly. Breathing fast. Cant slow it down now. So strong inside me. Fuck it feels good. Letting go. My clit throbbing. Warm relaxed waves wash through my cunt. My muscles tight. Pressure on my clit. Oh fuck....yesssss." She was writing something for him; it was to be a surprise for his birthday, which was fast approaching. He loved to read the stories she wrote for him. He enjoyed the personal detail that was included in each story, the true meaning of the words hidden from the reader, but which had been added in a way that he alone would understand. It was her secret code to him. Upstairs in the room above he was awake, he had felt her warmth leave the bed as she got up, and had awoken almost immediately. He had heard her in the shower, and had contemplated joining her, but he knew she had got up to write and so left her in privacy. He had heard her footsteps as she went downstairs and the noise from the tap as she filled the kettle. He lay there for a while thinking about her, thinking of the thoughts and ideas she had shared with him, her innermost thoughts and yet she had trusted him with them. Their relationship had become less frenzied and more relaxed, yet still intense, and passionate. They were both still keen to explore each other sexually, and felt comfortable sharing their fantasies. Just the thought of her was enough to arouse him, and he felt that all to familiar stirring beneath the sheets. A plan was forming in his mind and he got out of bed, and looked around for the 'props' he would need. He opened a small cupboard beside the bed and took out her vibrator, as well as picking up a pillow from the bed. He stepped silently, and moved slowly downstairs. As he entered the lounge he could see her at her screen typing. He moved up behind her and spun the chair around. She jumped momentarily and then smiled up at him, intrigued by the objects he carried. He learned forward and stroked her hair pulling her face to his, and kissed her long and hard. She felt herself respond immediately to his kiss with that familiar feeling in her breasts, as her nipples hardened. He placed the pillow on the floor in front of her, and put the vibrator on the desk. He leaned towards her and pulled her bathrobe open, tracing the back of his hand over her nipples. He felt the shiver that ran through her body, and this excited him. He stood before her, and her attention on his nakedness aided his erection. He carefully parted her thighs and lifted each leg over the arm of the chair. She was already moist and he could see the glistening dew on her cunt. He wiped a finger through her juice and then slowly licked his tongue across the wetness, savouring her taste. He knelt down on the pillow, directly between her legs, she could feel his breath against her skin, he was so close to her intimacy. His fingers moved to her pussy and glided across the smooth soft skin, gently teasing her, coaxing a reaction from her most sensitive area. She moaned deeply at his touch, and with this encouragement he continued to explore. He gently separated her pussy lips, and then leaning lower, allowed his tongue to trace the contours of her swollen red sex. He felt her texture, the soft spongy lips which he drew into his mouth and the hardness of her clitoris beneath his probing tongue. He worshipped her cunt with long delicious licks, each one extracting a gasp from her throat. His retrieved the vibrator from the desk, and she heard the familiar buzz as he switched it on. He held it against her hole, allowing only the tip to penetrate her. She moved her hand to his, and guided him, taking the length of the vibrator inside her. She felt the pressure against her cervix, and forced herself to exhale a long deep breath. She was so close to cumming and wanted to prolong the sensations flooding through her body. He twisted the vibrator inside her while continuing the firm licks of his tongue over her clit, and felt the first throws of her orgasm as her cunt tensed and throbbed. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair, and her head tilted back her eyes closed in ecstasy as she called his name. Her breathing was deep and heavy as her climax overtook her, and she screamed. His tongue now glided gently over her pussy, as he allowed her to come slowly back to earth, and he removed the vibrator and replaced it on the desk. She opened her eyes, and looked at him with a deep love, his erection was solid, and she desperately needed to feel his cock inside her. He positioned himself between her open legs with his cock just touching her pussy. She felt him rub himself through her cunt, his precum transferred to her, and her juices washing his slit. He penetrated her slowly, inch by inch, her pussy opening, her lips massaging his shaft as he entered her. He hooked his arms under her legs, and gripped the arms of the chair. The only movement now needed was for him to rock back and forward, the momentum strong enough to fuck her, as his cock slid in and out. She felt the deep pressure as his cock filled her, and she gripped the back of his head with her hands, pulling his face to her breasts. His mouth closed around one hard nipple and he sucked and pulled in the same rhythm as his cock which fucked her. Their moans were now synchronised as he continued to pump in and out of her, each time allowing the tip of his cock to slide out before, penetrating her again. He could feel her juice running down his cock, lubricating him, his balls slapping against her arse, as he sucked unmercifully on her erect nipples. Her fingers were twisted in his hair, pulling and tugging, encouraging his climax which she knew was building along with her own. His voice was deep as he breathed her name, his spine tingling, his balls full, and ready to despatch. He could feel the softness inside her cunt stroking his glans, his foreskin pulled back tight around his cockhead. With each penetration her clitoris throbbed and she grinded herself onto his cock, sucking every inch of him deep within her - her cunt closing round the base of his shaft, gripping their sexes together. They climaxed together, their heat and sweat a signal of their combined orgasm, both crying out the others name, as his cum fired inside her. His cock pulsated, pushing cum deep into her vagina, coating her with the stickiness of his lust. She could feel his shaft throbbing against her clitoris which added to her orgasm, and a spasm raced through her, as her legs turned to jelly. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him as her whole body quivered with pleasure. They stayed like that, entwined with the chair, for several minutes, before breaking apart. Her mug of tea which stood on the desk was now cold. Her screensaver of waves crashing onto a distant beach blinked at them invitingly. She stood up from the chair, and a trail of cum and pussy juice smeared across the black leather. He wrapped his arms around her waist; his face pressed against her hair, and nuzzled her ear. I love you.