5 comments/ 81164 views/ 6 favorites The Reunion Party By: TryAnything Bob and Joan checked the table one last time, moving a fork here, a glass there, finally satisfied that everything looked just perfect. They were entertaining their best friends in the whole world tonight, Jeff and Sue, whom they hadn't seen in almost a year. They had been out of the country working as volunteers for the last year in southern India, helping the local people to understand more about hygiene and basic preventative health measures so that they might live longer, not dying from things like dysentery and typhoid due to lack of cleanliness. They had all grown up together, gone to the same school together, then slowly began to drift apart after graduation. They were all best men and women at each other's respective weddings and their bonds couldn't be any closer. "How do I look?" Joan asked Bob nervously, posing for him. "You look unbelievable," Bob said, smiling as he looked at her. She was dressed in a simple light green smock which came down to just above mid-thigh, showing off her incredible legs, a feature that Bob thought of as her best. It was cinched in at the waist and cut just low enough on top so that the tops of her very full tits were showing, snow white with freckles all over them. Her bright red hair hung long past her shoulders, thick and ringleted, and her green eyes glowed with excitement. Taking her into his arms, Bob kissed her, gently letting his tongue duel with hers as she pressed herself against him. He could feel her hard nipples pushing into his chest. Then the doorbell rang and Joan jumped away from him, smoothing down her skirt. "I'll get it," Bob said with a smile. "No, I'll come with you," Joan said, putting her arm around his waist as they went to the door. Opening the door, there were Jeff and Sue, big smiles across their faces, looking very tanned and fit. There were quick hugs and kisses and then they all entered the house. "I can't get over how great you two look," Joan said, shaking her head as she stared at them. "India was great," Sue said. "It really agreed with both of us. Sort of changed our lives, you could say." "Definitely," Jeff agreed, nodding his head. "I appreciate a lot more now." "Well, let's get something to drink and sit and talk," Joan said, leading them into the other room. She was shocked to the core as she moved to the bar and began to fix the pitcher of margaritas that they had planned on. Sue's outfit was just unbelievable. She was only wearing an absolutely sheer, see-thru halter top, her full tits completely visible, along with her super hard nipples sticking out from the top. She was wearing some type of Indian wrap-around skirt made of the same sheer material. It wrapped around her several times, so all the details of her body were not visible, but it was still very obvious the small thatch of hair between her legs, even though it was as soft a blonde as the straight blonde hair hanging from Sue's head almost to her waist. She had always had longer hair than anyone else in school, Joan remembered. Finishing the margaritas, Joan put the pitcher and four glasses on a serving tray and took it over to the coffee table that they were sitting around. She could tell that Sue's outfit was having an affect on Bob from the way he continually tried not to look at Sue. Jeff was dressed in a similar material, but his was long-sleeved and long-panted. Ali Baba type clothing she would call it. Sitting down, Joan listened as Jeff and Sue each told tales of their year in India. It seemed like only a couple of minutes, but the pitcher was empty and Joan got up to fix another one. As she went back to the sofa with the new pitcher, Sue was telling about how cheap servants were to hire. "Why, we had a gardener, a cook, a housekeeper, and a personal servant each, all for only about fifty dollars a month," she explained. "And our hut was provided because of the teaching we were doing. It didn't cost anything, even though they only cost about fifteen dollars a month anyway." "I can't even imagine having that many servants," Joan sighed, taking a big draught of her drink. "I can't even imagine having one. And what is a personal servant?" "Oh, they help you dress, bathe, just about anything you can think of, they do," Sue said, smiling at Jeff. "I think Jeff wanted to bring his home with him. He got quite spoiled." "Huh, and you didn't bring up the idea of bringing them both back with us, did you?" Jeff laughed. "But you're right, I'd just love to have them here." "What were they like?" Bob asked. "Well, Sari was just unbelievably beautiful," Sue said. "She was small and lithe like all Indians are, and she was so sweet and gentle. Her face was so beautiful that sometimes you would cry when you saw her." "Wow," Joan said, "you must really miss her." "Sari was Jeff's servant," Sue said with a laugh. "Rannan was mine. He was beautiful too. He was almost effeminate he was so sweet. When he smiled, the whole world seemed to brighten. He had the longest fingers, the most beautiful hands I've ever seen. And I never saw him without a smile on his face." "You mean you had a man for a servant and Jeff had a woman?" Joan asked in astonishment. "Absolutely," Sue said with a laugh. "I had the same attitude when I first got there. It took me a while to be comfortable with it. But now I wouldn't have it any other way." "But they helped you bathe?" Joan asked. "They helped with anything you could think of," Jeff said. "Including bathing." Joan just sat there with her mouth hanging open, hardly daring to believe what she was hearing. But there they both sat, telling their stories like there was nothing at all unusual about it. She felt her nipples get even harder as she thought about it, feeling herself a bit drunk. "I think we should eat before we drink so much that we can't," she said. "That sounds great," Sue said, getting to her feet. "I'm starved." They all went into the dining room and sat around the table. "Joan, this is so beautiful," Sue said, admiring the settings. "This is from your wedding, isn't it?" "That's right," Joan said with a smile. "I see you remember." "How could I forget," Sue said with a laugh. "That was such a fun time." So they began to eat, thoroughly enjoying the meal that Joan had prepared, and also going through another pitcher of margaritas before finishing. By the time they had finished eating, they were all feeling the drinks. But that didn't stop Joan from mixing another pitcher, which she brought down to the sofa. "So what did you do with your free time while you were over there?" Bob asked. "Well," Jeff said, looking at Sue and smiling, "we studied sex." "You what?" Bob asked. "You studied sex? How do you study sex?" "You go to a teacher and they teach you," Jeff laughed. "But why would you need to study sex?" Joan asked, looking very puzzled. "We were studying tantric sex and kama sutra," Sue said. "They're very ancient and still practiced in a large part of India, but especially the south." "And what did you learn?" Joan asked, almost afraid to hear what they would say. "Control, more than anything," Jeff said. "Control?" Bob asked. "How's that?" "You know, holding back on your orgasm, things like that," Jeff explained. "They also teach you how to do everything in the most sensual possible way," Sue said. "Like what?" Joan asked. "Like sucking a cock, like sucking a pussy, like fucking, everything," Sue said. "Oh, my," Joan said, her face turning bright red. "How do they teach you?" "By example," Jeff said with a laugh. "What do you mean?" Bob asked, his eyes bright. "Well, when they wanted to teach me how to suck a pussy properly, they would suck a pussy, showing me what to do and how to do it. Then they would have me do it, correcting me if I needed correcting. The same for everything." "And who would they demonstrate on?" Joan asked, almost in a whisper. "At first, they had teaching assistants they used," Jeff explained. "Then they would just work with the two of us." "You mean strangers would do things to you and then you would do them to each other while they watched?" Joan asked, her eyes wide. "That's right," Sue said, smiling at Joan. "That was part of the lessons, not to be ashamed or possessive about sex. It's just sex and it's supposed to be good and fun." "What do you mean, possessive?" Joan asked. "Just that if Jeff is having sex with someone else, it doesn't bother me anymore. I know that there's sex and there's emotional attachment. As long as the two stay separate, it doesn't matter who you have sex with. You save the emotional attachment for your main squeeze," Sue said, leaning over and kissing Jeff. "Oh, my god," Joan said. "That's absolutely wild. I can't believe you two. And the way you're dressed." "It's so comfortable," Sue said, standing up and turning slowly around, slightly losing her balance in the process. "Your whole body can breath, not be all bound up. I don't wear panties or a bra anymore." "So I noticed," Bob said with a grin. "It's much more inviting, isn't it?" Sue asked, smiling at him. "It sure is nice to look at," Bob agreed. "And your servants?" Joan asked, suddenly understanding. "They were also nice to practice with," Sue said with a laugh. "They were always willing and they were masters in their own right. Almost everyone in the village was a tantric master. We were like little adolescent kids to them." "I'm in shock," Joan said. "I had no idea you were into anything like that." "We didn't either until we were there for a while," Jeff said. "As far as I'm concerned, it was the best thing we ever did." "And can you teach us any tricks?" Bob asked with a laugh. "We can teach you anything," Sue said. "What do you want to learn about? Do you want to know how to suck a pussy? Or maybe you'd like to know how to suck a cock? No? Maybe you'd like to learn how to fuck for hours on end without cumming?" "You're kidding," Joan said. "You can do that?" "That's right," Sue said, smiling at Jeff. "How about you, Joan. Anything in particular you'd be interested in learning?" "Just about all of it, I'd say," Joan said, laughing loudly. "This is totally nuts. I can't believe we're having this conversation." "What would you like to learn?" Sue insisted. "Or maybe you like Bob to learn something. Maybe you'd like him to learn how to eat your pussy." "Trust me, I know how to eat her pussy," Bob said defensively, his face turning a bit red. "Of course you do," Sue said. "But can you make her cum and cum and cum, never stopping until you let her stop?" "She cums," Bob said. "Joan?" Sue asked, looking at her. "Sure I cum," Joan said, blushing. "Not like that, but I cum." "How would you like to cum for five or ten or even fifteen minutes without stopping?" Sue asked. "I think it would probably kill me," Joan said laughing. "It would be too much." "It's better than you could imagine," Sue said. "Just the thought of it makes me hot." The Reunion Party "Let's hope something fun comes out of this crap" she thought, while putting the finishing touch on her makeup. She took a step back to look at herself in the mirror. She just loved her black dress. THE black dress. She referred to it as the "Venus Dress" because of the lyrics from the song : "Black as the dark night she was". She loved how light it felt on her, lighter than air almost. She also loved to feel the breeze caressing her exposed back, neck and shoulders. It made her feel naked in some ways, which never failed to turn her on. The only thing she knew about class reunion parties was what her friends told her, which sounded like a great way to laugh at how pathetic most of these fuckers turned out to be, and how sexy all the nerds had grown up to become. Life is such a bitch to some people. Her past relation being a distant memory of indifference and awkwardness, she was thinking it would be great to hook up with some random guy she barely remembered for fuck's sake, literally. The smell of this place got to her as soon as she walked through the door. Taken back several years, it put a slight smile on her face and she felt like a little girl again if only for a moment. This alone was worth coming and she was glad she did. The actual party was in the cafeteria and she could hear the rumbling of dozens of people bouncing down the hall, a chaotic invitation to surprise and rediscovery. She felt a bit uneasy about it, but it was probably the same thing for most everyone there when they walked in. Some people were having a chat in the hall and she recognized some of them. A guy waved at her, so she returned the favour with a smile, trying to figure out who he was but failing. As she walked down towards the cafeteria she suddenly remembered who he was, but more importantly that he was a complete jackass and that she actually never knew his name. She kept walking. The cafeteria was filled with people wearing suits and fancy dresses. She was greeted by one of her early high school classmates that had not changed much. They exchanged a few laughs and she left to get a drink and find a place to sit down. While making her way to the table where all the drinks had been set, she noticed this guy sitting at a table with a long sleeve white shirt and plain blue jeans that caught her eye. Amidst the chaos and the color black, he was calm and white. He was leaning back on his chair, having a chat with a gorgeous woman about some teacher they both had back in the day. She came back, champagne in hand and decided to sit with these two. He had a rough 3 day beard, and an amusing demeanour to his personality. "Hey! Isn't your name Tanya?" he said. "I think I remember you but we were not really friends so please go away." "Right, and you are Jay and were never serious about anything, so I'm sitting here anyway" she responded, "how's that?". It was true that they barely knew each other, but he always made her laugh and she knew the kind of guy he was. He seemed a lot more poised than he was back in the day though... "Confidence! I like it!" Then he turned to the other girl. "See? That's how most people remember me, I love it" nodding at her. Tanya kept going. "You are really clashing with your shirt and jeans, what's up with that?" She stabbed at him, "Didn't you know every one of your old classmates his now a millionaire?" His face lit up and he laughed. "Good one, but unlike you, I did not see the point of dressing like I was going to a funeral" he responded with a friendly smile, still chucking at her come back. "Well, do I look like I'm going to bury someone?" she asked, trying to look serious. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Frankly, yes." He retorted, merciless. "But with that said, you are beautiful and if you were going to bury me, it's a shame that I could not look at you on my way down." The other girl gasped and laughed at this grotesque response. "I guess that's flattering" Tanya joked, having a sip of her drink. "Got anymore deadly compliments like that one?" "I got plenty, some even worse" he said. Then he leaned back again and crossed his arms. "But I'd like to meet your mother before we go any further with this relationship. I always build everything on solid ground" She almost spit out her drink, he smirked like a kid. His eyes were invitingly green. The other girl, apparently unable to cope with them, got wierded out and left, but Jay did not pay any attention to it. He continued : "Actually, I'd be more interested in knowing what you do now. Did you pursue in arts?" "Well I did try, but things were not exactly how I imagined them and I had to be honest with myself and get out of there. I still paint as a hobby, and I think it's better that way. I work in the health industry now. By the way, we barely know each other, how did you even know I was into arts?" "I was always interested in what catches my eye, I used to pay visits to the arts teacher and she would show me what her students did. Your work was often there. You were kind of intriguing to me, anyways I liked what you did back then." "Thanks! But you know, my stuff hasn't changed much, I just often try the same techniques applied to different themes if that makes any sense to you..." "No, it doesn't make any sense. In fact you're creeping me out. I think I'm gonna go get another drink. You want anything?" "More of the same." she said with a smile. He smiled back and promptly got up, leaving his jacket on the chair. She caught a whiff of his scent as he passed by, something spicy but delicate. While Jay was away she looked around, taking one last sip of her glass, a bit jaded already. She could recognize a lot of faces but her initial interest died down quickly. She was not still in contact with a lot of people from high school, and she still felt like an outsider. In fact she felt most comfortable having a flirty chat with this guy, whom she never really knew in the first place, than getting up and trying to meet people again. "I'm actually glad to be talking to you." She turned around; Jay was sitting back down in his chair, Jack and coke in one hand, Champagne in the other. "Here's your champagne....this party feels kinda stale, I dunno." "You know, I don't even feel like getting up my chair" Tanya said. "I came here hoping to have fun and you're the most fun I've had so far. Maybe the party will pick up later when everyone is wasted...anyways, what are you up to these days?" "I studied in computer science, I also work in the health industry on support and clinical assistance, it's pretty repetitive but it gets me enough money to make music and other hobbies" "I see that, I can relate..." she replied. They kept talking for several minutes, he made her feel comfortable, They were in this bubble, isolated from the noisy chatter of people trying to show off, protected from nonsense and mundane smiles of disguised contempt. His low voice and relaxed behaviour ringing true to her ears, she found herself drawn to him but this place was not exactly the perfect occasion to engage in something more... They were interrupted by a voice going through speakers, blabbering some incomprehensible words, blurred by the echo of the room. The rumble died down and everyone took a seat. "What did he say?" Jay asked? "No idea, I couldn't understand anything" she responded laughing. The lights turned down and the usual video presentation started, displaying embarrassing pictures of everyone, prompting hysterical laughs and lame jokes at one another. It was quite amusing, but she had other things in mind. Every few minutes, she would take a quick peek at him during the video, the lighting of the screen playing on his calm smirking face...then he would look at her too. They exchanged several smiles, and it was clear they both liked each other's company. She felt something touching her arm, it was Jay reaching over and motioning her to get close. His perfume flooded her senses as he whispered in her ear... "I don't know about you, but this is too long for my taste." he started. "If that's what memory lane is made of, I'm taking the next exit. Why don't we go upstairs to the classrooms and labs. I miss them a lot more than videos and photos of what I looked like when I started jerking off." "Great idea, I'm looking for another kind of souvenir" she responded with a playful smile. He grabbed her hand and they both exited the cafeteria quietly, giggling like two teenagers sneaking out of class. As they walked down the hall to the staircase, it suddenly hit her that he had just set the table for something more. It had been so long... They were upstairs now and all lights were off, the silence was absolute. And welcoming. They stopped for a minute to listen, but no one was there. They could hear the faint noise of the party coming through the staircase, but nothing else. Once again, her mind started to race about...Was this what she thought? Was he just being a funny guy or was he going to escalate things up from here? Was she supposed to be the one escalating it? Was she dreaming all of this? Regardless, she was getting worked up by this, and the fact that she had a permanent smile on her face from the minute they started talking was another indication that she would be willing to let this night go wherever it wanted to go. She turned to him and unsurprisingly, he was smiling too. Butterflies. He put his warm hand on her shoulder and whispered "let's go to the physics lab and blow some shit up for recreation!" he barely finished his phrase before bursting into muffled laughter. ***** "I remember the alcohol burners were in this drawer" Tanya said. And surely enough they were still there. "Take at least a couple of them so we can see something" he responded. "I have fire on me." They lit up the burners and the little flames made the light dance around the room. They started taking a look around to remember moments they had and laughing about the strange objects and instruments lying around. They were two grownups playing like kids in a dark classroom lit up by tiny flames. "This is much more fun than the party downstairs" he said. "At least here there is something to do; we just have to figure out what it is." She calmly walked over to him, her shoes clapping softly on the hard floor. "Hah, why don't we start with the classic soda volcano spewing white goo all over the desks?" she responded with a large smile. He turned around. "Did you say white goo? Cause if you brought me here to see white goo, we don't need baking soda and vinegar to make it happen. Actually I think it would rather hurt pretty bad to use these chemicals on my body." She started laughing. "First of all, it was your idea to come up here. Second of all it's been so long since the last time I've experimented with white goo, I think I would hurt you anyways" "Aw shut up, it's never lost. It's like riding a bike, but you're riding something else." he simply said with one of those smirks that would disarm the 3rd Reich. Despite the caustic bluntness of his last joke, his attitude was not insulting to her. He displayed confidence and playfulness, but was not so arrogant that he lost his charm to her. None of them was fooled by the white goo innuendo, and while the table was set when they got up to the labs, she wanted to see if dinner was served too. Her response, carried by butterflies that were more determined than ever, was completely automatic : "So....where are we riding our bikes to?" She couldn't believe that she actually said that. It almost felt like she slapped her own self across the face. In fact, she almost put her hand in front of her mouth and apologized for such suggestive bluntness but she thought "what the hell, it's too fucking late, let's see what he does, what's to lose?". But something else happened... While most men would've struck their testicles together like gymnasts clapping the excess powder from their hands before awestrucking everyone in attendance, then deliver a horrible come back line straight out of Flesh Gordon with a triumphant expression on their face like the cure for cancer was about to jump out of their pants in a thunderous outburst, he did nothing. He just looked at her with a boyish smile. This went on for several seconds; he was perfectly composed and would not respond. She started to blush and her playful smile melted into one of those you-are-currently-peeking-directly-into-my-soul looks of defeat. A magnificent defeat. He had won. She was suffocating. The Venus Dress was now made out of concrete. Her tummy started to tingle like a pack of firecrackers and she could feel her pussy getting warmer by the second, her juices ready to start dripping down her legs. "Are you alright?" he asked with a soft, empathic grin on his face, perfectly aware of what was going on in her head, in her dress, everywhere. "I'm just...I'm not too good at this", she limped out with a nervous, whispered laugh. "I just want you to have me, and make me feel great. I want you in me..." and she stared back at him, decomposed into her simplest expression, her beautiful mind fully naked, her heart pounding like a marching band. Tonight was some night. There was nothing between her deepest desires and her mouth. This man made her feel like anything could go smoothly. He made her feel honest and proud to want him, proud to surrender to the fact that she wanted to be fucked by him immediately. He just nodded like he understood the meaning of life. Her heart jumped out of her chest...Something amazing was about to happen. He was standing there, staring into her eyes like an Olympic diver before a gold medal jump. Her arousal was obvious as she bit her lower lip and tilted her pelvis forward in an inviting fashion. Calmly, he walked to her, never looking away with his deep green, insistent gaze thrusting his desire into her brain. Her mind was racing but she was ready for whatever he would want, the tension climbing to an almost unbearable height. He put his hands on her hips and softly pushed her back against the wall, engulfing her with his body. She was trembling with anticipation as he slowly pressed his warm lips against her mouth, completely disconnecting her from the world around them, stealing her existence away from gravity. Someone could walk in at any moment, but this was a mere thought in the back of their heads, insignificant. He lifted her dress and slid his firm hand between her thighs, sending chills up her spine as she nervously undid his trousers to dig his hard member out. She gently held him in her hand, stroking slowly, feeling the slight jerks and the heat emanating from him. She could hear the air traveling in and out of his body at an increasing pace, accompanied by occasional whispered hints of his low, calming voice. She unbuttoned his shirt and slowly slid her tongue down his chest and body as she kicked her shoes off her feet and kneeled down. Firmly holding it in her hand, she laid several moist kisses around the base of his cock, enjoying the rough texture of a couple days after shaving. He was moving slightly, gently fucking her hand. She could tell the pulses of pleasure as she glided her tongue down to his sack and gently cupped one of his testicles with her mouth, swirling her warm tongue around it, to which he responded by a long, liberating exhale, as she felt his penis harden suddenly in her palm. After taking a moment to admire the veins, rippled skin and the subtle upwards curve in anticipation, she slid her tongue along to the tip of his shaft and swallowed his flesh to ravel in the taste of his ecstasy. A deep grunting moan cascaded out of his lungs and the muscles of his legs spasmed uncontrollably for a second as she slowly, but avidly sucked up and down his rock hard cock. The soft tip, the ridge, the ribbed skin caressing her tongue, every millimetre had a texture that she wanted so deeply. Explore...Her life was so far away now, this place they made their own was all that existed. Their shadows dancing with the small flames from the alcohol burners and the intimacy of the flickering orange light, it was surreal. As he felt he was about to come in her mouth, he thrusted his body forward in a wave of shivering pleasure, resting the back of her head against the wall behind her. He stopped her for a moment, holding eyes and smiling at her. "I'm enjoying this in ways that I can't describe" and he burst into nervous laughter, still breathing like he was about to hyperventilate. "My god" as he looked up at the ceiling, closing his eyes. And then, holding her head between his hands, he softly made love to her mouth, playing with his orgasm, breathing loudly and kicking his head backwards in ecstasy. Firm, but gentle, he used her with respect. He understood she was something special and did not want to break this moment like Lenny killed his mouse. No words were exchanged, but she felt it and appreciated the way he was, which only made her more eager to pleasure him, pressuring her tongue against his penis, reaming her mouth, dripping with saliva. He was so close to agony that she could taste his fluids, but he would not go all the way. Not yet. He let go of her head to leave her on her own as she increased the intensity, knowing he was about to come. "I'm just about there baby" he whispered to her between two seemingly infinite breaths. She moaned in anticipation as her loving movement became faster and faster. As his cock became harder than wood, he finally clenched and spilled all of himself into her begging mouth, grunting loudly as he exhaled forever. She could feel each contracting surge gushing more juices and she closed her eyes to enjoy the taste of his semen. After pulling out of her mouth, he took her hands and helped her back on her feet. He then put his arms around her waist and kissed her thankfully for the small piece of paradise she had just blessed him with. He took her hand again and led her towards the desks at the back of the classroom. He took a moment to kiss her on the neck and shoulders as he unzipped her dress and slid it off her arms. Instinctively, she sat on the desk, looking into his calm eyes. He moved between her legs, then he put his arms around her and kissed her again, pressing his chest against her breasts while the tip of his fingers slowly ran up the delicate crease of her back to the back of her head. She bathed in the heat emanating from his body, she felt secure and understood in her feminine being, sexual, desired and loved. He slid his tongue to her chest, engulfing her nipple with his burning mouth, sharply contrasting with the ambient air. He rolled it around in his mouth and she held his head onto her breast, breathing down on him, kicking his hair up. Devoured by anticipation, she put his hand between her legs, pressing it against her sex and massaging herself with it. She kicked her head backwards in pleasure, feeling her juices slowly coating the palm of his hand, making each stroke warmer and smoother. He kneeled down in front of her, gently licking her thighs while caressing her lower back, pulling his mouth harder against her. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his lips moving slowly towards her pleading sex, feeling a rush of blood in her entire lower body as he started to lick around her clitoris, teasing her. The sensation of his warm tongue all over her pussy was soothing, slowly gliding up and down each side, laying down his saliva like sky blue paint on a black and white picture, livening up her senses. Purposely avoiding her clit, he spread her pussy wide open with his thumbs and firmly moved them in circles to massage her, blowing hot air all over it. The Reunion Party Her legs started to tremble in anticipation and shivers were running up her back. After several minutes, unable to wait any longer, she grabbed the back of his head with both hands and pressed his mouth against her clit. He took it in his mouth and pinched it between his moist lips, flicking it with his tongue. She arched her back and grabbed the sides of the desk as she moaned, releasing all the built up tension in her body. He sucked on her, saliva dripping from her pussy down to the floor, her juices tasted amazing and he wanted more of it, penetrating her vagina with his tongue while pressing on her clitoris with his fingers. She felt the wave starting to build up and her airy breathing evolved into steady moans of pleasure as the pressure increased on her pulsing clit. Her orgasm finally took her over as she clenched her body, arching her back and pushing her breasts out in a loud, liberating scream. He got back up and held her head while she caught her breath, tucking her hair back behind her ear. He dived once more into her eyes as she opened her legs and wrapped them around him like snakes locking on their prey. She grabbed his opened shirt as he got close enough and kissed him with everything she had. An intense, possessive kiss, one that meant more than she could express with words, a kiss that only her entire body could channel through her mouth and tongue so he would know. He grabbed his cock to rest it at the entrance of her body, kissing her neck and biting her ear. She took off his shirt and threw it on the floor as he slowly invaded her body, letting out a soft, deep, passionate moan into her ear. She let out a muffled sigh as each thrust of his flesh pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. She pulled him even closer, he felt amazing, like he belonged within her. He was home. She was not here anymore, electricity pulsating through her entire body, her skin made into water, reacting to the slightest touch like the surface of a sleeping lake, as the intoxicating smell of his cologne only made her more addicted. Their breathing was like a soothing symphony, melting the seconds away like a clock without numbers, a clock that forgot its purpose. The burning, humid friction of his rock hard stick inside her made it feel as if the universe had come to a stop, and soon they both felt the wave coming, stitching their souls together in a seemingly unending bliss. Their fingers dug into their skin and they climaxed together, lost in each other's senses as their breathing became desperate gasps for air, then slowly died down. They were both back in this boring world, but they would travel again soon.