I had to wait only a few moments for the answer. work porn
With exceedingly slow and gentle strokes I followed my previously traversed path back to the joining of those exquisite soft and satiny limbs. I could have simply followed the heat to the source of my desire, but I had other ways of searching and the probe itself, was not without elation. But I was further aided by the warm hand on my thigh. As I approached the toasty source the grip became stronger. When I finally reached the love’s sacred sanctuary and just felt the moistness, the grip on me was of one possessed.
I just flirted with the holy grail, skirting its ripe lips in search of Sandy’s holy scepter. The delight of the search was exhilarating. There it is! I had found the verge of Femininity, Femininity incarnate in this lush, magnificent and flawless body of Sandy. Three things happened at once: The shock of first contact shot electricity through my hand, Sandy stiffened in rapture and her hand moved and closed on my rigid penis, striving to free itself from its earthly bonds.
For a brief instant we were both frozen in time. Any casual passer would have just seen two ordinary people watching a computer display. Only if they had heard the virtually inaudible groan of delight simultaneously spill from their lips would there have been the slightest suspicion. Fortunately, none did.
Their brief pause in their urgent endeavor was passed as my fingers gently caressed this enchanted tip. As I cuddled and embraced its firm outline a steady ecstatic moan could be heard. Without missing a single fond stroke, I slipped my unused fingers down lower to the chalice I so dearly craved to sip from. (If only,…., but that was not to be.)
Her response was only the imperceptible whisper, “Please, please don’t stop. Don’t stop for anything. It is wonderful, so, very, very wonderful.” work porn
Needless to say, I was not going to discontinue my joyous petting, whether it gave Sandy pleasure or not and she knew it. Because all of this time she had courageously encouraged my erection by expertly stroking it in time with my ministrations. Her only pause was to quickly unzip my fly and release my steel- hard penis to be freely exercised by her delicate and sensitive fingers. On and on we went, our minds lost in each others finger-tip embraces. The only change was the steady increase in intensity as we approached our long-sought climaxes simultaneously. This was all we could share.
The enchantment my fingers encountered was indescribable. work porn
The hot moist chamber was so soft and inviting, inviting to more of me than was possible at that time. My poor surrogate-penis could only wonder at what might have been. The sensitive finger tips probed for more contact, deeper and deeper, but they could only proceed so far before my contact with Sandy’s deserving clitoris would be lost. In they would slide delighting in their surroundings, the silky and pliable grotto made slippery and slidey by a delicious mixture of oozing secretions I longed to sip. The treasure-trove at the end of this exquisite tunnel could never be surpassed by the path itself. But the long search for the Love-prize, the mother-lode, was about to end with fulfillment.
Neither was Sandy’s hand a substitute for her delightful vagina, but she sure tried. Not only was the stroking in harmony with our inner souls, but her finger tips continuously played the field, so to speak. No one part of my bloated stiff protuberance was free of her investigative touch. The sensations she caused were exquisite.
When I could no longer hold back I whispered, “We have arrived, Sandy. Come with me to Nirvana, enter Elysium with me.” And we both shook in ecstacy and we climaxed exactly together.
As my seed flowed all over some papers on the floor, Sandy collapsed to her knees.
For many minutes we stayed still, basking in the brilliant, but soft, glow of joyous spiritual Love made tangible by our bodies.
Then after the glow had abated somewhat we both realized our predicament. Our unabashedly Loving smiles to each other quickly faded as we struggled to pick up the loose pieces. In surprisingly short time all appeared normal. The floor had been cleaned up, the clothes replaced, as needed, and our countenances restored to near normal.
“What’s new?” Sam said as he bustled in unannounced. In unison, we replied, “Nothing, what’s new with you?” And laughed the relaxed laughed of truly at ease and satisfied with themselves, which they happened to be.