Time with Tamara – Part 1 of 3

(Written by Byron Moss. Edited and revised by Dion Lorah)

I’d been visiting Tamara for several hours that day. Concentrating on our discussion was tough at times because her dress’s neckline was plunged low enough to reveal more of her beautiful C cups than I could ignore.

At one point, I was sitting on a stool in Tamara’s hallway, while Tamara put some things away in the kitchen. I think she planned it that way because, when she walked over and bent to kiss me, my eyes were perfectly aligned with her cleavage. We kissed deeply for several minutes, then as she lifted her face to the ceiling arching her back, my mouth wandered down to her chest. She backed away slightly and said, “No” with a sly smile on her face. My eyes left her neckline to focus on her eyes. As I searched the meaning behind her smile, she reached inside her dress, unfastened her bra and removed it. She stepped close to me and I finished the process. I slid the spaghetti straps of her dress toward her shoulders where gravity pulled them down her arms. The dress fell enough to expose her magnificent firm breasts; her nipples were already hardening. It may have been from the cool air, though I like to think it was from our arousing kisses moments earlier. 

I teased Tamara’s nipples, one by one, by sucking and pinching them. The way she gripped and pressed my mouth to her body told me she wanted it a little rough, so I sucked harder. I loved hearing her moan and knowing I was the cause of it. Without speaking she was telling me how good I was making her feel. Feeling encouraged, I took as much of her left breast in my mouth as I could while grazing the nipple with my teeth, moving my tongue back and forth and in circles around it. To keep things balanced, I moved from one breast to the other with the guiding of her hands on my head.

Time stood still until Tamara let me go and backed away again. She ran her hands down my arms to my hands, gripping them and pulling me to her. I stood up and she captured my attention with a kiss. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her shoulders; pulling her into my body. I didn’t realize she’d unbuttoned my shorts until I felt them slide down to rest around my ankles. I felt her thumbs hook the band of my underwear. Once they were coupled with my shorts, she took a step backward which caused me to step forward; leaving my shorts and underwear in a small single pile. Another sly smile as her hand cupped my balls, her other hand pushing me backward. The back of my knees felt the stool. She pushed again, forcing me to sit down. She retreated, ignoring my searching hands and stared at me; her eyelids low. I watched her chest and could tell her breathing was steady and shallow.

Tamara arched her back, arms down and slightly behind her to cause her dress to fall off of her body. Her eyes remained on mine. She was stronger than me. My eyes roamed down her body and stopped at the sight of her … She wasn’t wearing any panties. I gulped and licked my lips. I gathered enough strength to remain seated, to not rise from the stool, go to her and grab her … take her. I knew her well enough to know she had a plan. I felt my member rise at thinking about what fun she had in store for us. She took slow steps toward me and kissed me as she reached down and enveloped my throbbing engorged cock in her hand.

Tamara carefully straddled me and guided me inside of her. Her pussy was soaking wet. It took more control than I thought I had to not thrust inside of her; knowing if I did I’d immediately explode. Her love and passion excited me so much that I wanted to take her and fill her with my seed while at the same time I wanted the moment to last.

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