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Taken | Melissa stood nakedly before him once again. He pulled her from the shadows and pressed his lips to the warm round softness of her belly. "That was beautiful Ms. Simmons, I never expected anything like that." "Glad you liked the auditorium babe." Melissa giggled as she pulled him to his feet again. "Don't forget our clothes." She was halfway up the aisle as Ed rose from his chair. He replayed her performance in his mind as he watched her naked form move toward the doors. "This is a remarkable woman he thought." He felt his rigid penis slapping against his exposed thigh. His scrotum was beginning to feel the strain of no support. His balls hung heavily inside the sagging sac of skin. Yet, he followed her eagerly, as he anticipated her next surprise. He reached the hall and his desires seemed to overcome his need to speak. He grabbed Melissa roughly from behind. His arms turned her body around and they stood face to face. Melissa felt her arms being pinned against the cold beige metal of the lockers that lined the wall. Ed's left hand gripped her right hip tightly. He lifted her leg upward and moved his body in between her legs. His penis brushed her moistened slit. Ed placed the tip between warm folds of skin and pushed inside her body. His shaft slid inside her warm moistness as she groaned and gasped softly. Melissa dug her nails into the bare brown skin of Ed's lower back. The sound of her body beating against the sheet metal was like a muffled drum. Ed's thrusts banged out a cadence. "THOOM, Thoom, thoom," echoed down the hall as their movements orchestrated the rising sounds of their desire. "Oh baby, god I miss you too," Ed whispered in her ear. "I love you Lissa, very much, and I want you even more." Their lips connected even as their tongues entwined. Sucking panting sounds and soft whimpers reverberated down the empty hallway. Melissa pushed Ed off and turned her back to him. She bent low and grabbed the brass handle of a restroom door. The roundness of her thighs framed her wet center as Ed slid his sticky shaft deep inside her easily. His large hands gripped her soft and ample rear. Lissa held the handle tightly even as she felt her nails digging into the warm moist skin of her palms. Her voice grew louder. "Eddie, yes, baby, love me. Oh daddy, do it. Fuck me, more baby, give it to me now. I want you, take me faster...." Her phrases spiraled into an endless litany of sounds and words. She forced her body back tightly against Ed's. Her thighs rocked back and forth as he stood behind her. He felt her thighs slap hard against his pelvis. He was completely encased within her body as he moved to slow her movements. Ed's fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her ass as he slowly pulled her back and forth. His penis filled her tunnel with each movement. Up and back he pushed and pulled The muscles of his calves flexed as he worked to prolong the feelings they now enjoyed. Long and easy movements brought calm and measured breathing to them both. "Oh babee, he said softly, you feel sooooo goooood." He moved to fill her body once again and paused. "I could just do this all night." Melissa head moved back and forth to match the calming tempo. Ed looked down at her naked back. he felt the curving contours of her waist and thought of love. In a darkened all on a checkered tile floor two people were sharing more than sex. They moved together physically, and somehow grew closer emotionally than they had ever been. Loving Moment There are defining points in relationships. There are times when climaxes mean less than closeness. There are moments when looking into a lover's eyes can mean more than being joined with each other's bodies. The words come simply. They express a feeling without even scratching the depths of emotion that two people feel inside. Melissa and Ed had reached such a moment. They were physically uncoupled, but spiritually connected beyond their sexual needs. He pulled himself free and rotated her at the waist. She stepped twice and turned to face him once again. Moments passed. Ed's strong, brown arms engulfed her body. She was enfolded in his soft warm nakedness. Melissa's arms moved to wrap around his body. In the silence the hall clock reported, "tick, tick, tick." It was an unseen reminder of the stillness that defined the moment. The sounds two people make as they allow arousal to subside were the only aural signs of human life. This was a time for measured breaths, and assuring touches. The things that might be said could wait. Lips did not search for passion or aim to arouse again. They found each other and kissed. Then they wandered here and there with tenderness. Those special kisses that move from spot to spot. The kind of tasting touches that make you wonder who feels them the most. Occasionally the words of love would break the silence. This was a beginning. A moment when love jumps from passion's moments to flourish on its own. Melissa and Ed held each others hands and stepped away. There was a genesis quality in their movements. They stepped back, and studied each other's naked forms in the shadows. They smiled with silent admiration, and desire. Her eyes isolated on sparse and individual hairs across his muscled stomach. He took in the curves of her breasts and the warm, soft tones of her skin. Ed thought of how Melissa's body was the color of the creamy foam that floats atop mocha espresso. A half smile crossed his lips a he compared her freckles to ginger or cinnamon that would garnish such a delicious brew. She took his hand and pulled him down the hall. "Remember Ed, you said you liked art?" Melissa's pace was quick as she moved toward a doorway at the far end of the hall. They descended a flight of stairs and continued on their way. "Where are we going, Lissa?" Ed was walking along still grasping his hand as his energized lover continued toward her unknown destination. The reached a wooden door and Melissa turned the unlocked knob. The room smelled of plaster and acrylic. it had a used artistic air that he had not seen since college. He could feel the flecks of paint on the surfaces of tables and benches scraped around the room. "We will see each other's work now Eddie." Melissa touched a switch upon the wall. "I will pose for you.' She moved to yet another empty wooden chair that was framed in low fluorescent beams of light. "Lets see if you can sketch me BAY-bee." Melissa sat there with a smile. Her knees were pulled up to her chin. Her naked toes dangled just along the edge of the seat. Her eyes stared back at Ed, and she smiled. Ed stood before an empty white sketch pad. It was huge. He remembered the basic size for such an easel was 24 by 36. A palette tray had an earthen pestle. It was filled with crushed charcoal. Ed looked at Melissa's body in the center of the room. She sat there with her full breasts bulging tightly around her raised knees. Her eyes stared back with a challenging look. "What are you waiting for? We could be here all night if you don?t get started." Ed dipped his right thumb in the charcoal. He raised his arm to the empty surface of the white paper. His hand scraped the smooth surface and he remembered. A wavy line was followed by yet another. Quick, moving strokes, and dips inside the fine gray powder became more and more evident. Jerking motions across the paper?s horizon made slight rapping sounds. Long curving sweeps across its axis continued as Ed surveyed his model?s form. Melissa sat silently. Her pose was modest, but her eyes remained focused on a man who was becoming a huge part of her life. "There, I'm finished," he said as he stepped away and wiped black charcoal from his hands. "Let me see." Melissa was gliding across the room toward his easel. "Oh no, you said you knew a bit about art as well." Melissa stood quietly for a minute. She opened a drawer on one of the long benches that lined the room. A block of modeling clay was in her hand when she returned to Ed's side. "Mr. Roberts, let me check your form." She reached down and squeezed him tightly in her hand. Kneading and working as she looked into his eyes she felt Ed's body respond with arousal once again. he had not seen her doing the same squeezing pulsing motions to the wad of beige material that filled his hand. She caked it around his swollen member. "I want to take a real measure of my man." She smiled and sighed seductively as Ed felt the cool wet clay around his shaft. She touched a finger to his lips and stepped away. A few moments later the coolness took its toll. The heavy mineral pack fell off Ed's now relaxed appendage. Melissa had a perfect and correct mold. She placed it in a box and walked to a machine near the front of the room. "Eddie, do you know what this is, baby?" Ed stood silently with a blank expression on his face. She held the box beneath a metal nozzle and pushed a button. "There've been a lot of changes in the art room since you were in school baby. This is a latex extruder." The machine made two distinct sounds and stopped. "It turns out better treats than a cookie press."
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The Top | The evening in the school marked a turning point in their relationship. Ed and Melissa had shared passion so many times in the four months since their first meeting. Each one understood the love that they felt when they were apart. Tonight they?d learned more about how it effected them inside. The tour that had begun in Melissa's darkened classroom had prompted them both to examine what it meant to share love across the miles. They were naked on the fourth floor of the old building. The smell of wax from polished old oak boards was mixed with the scents of exhausted passion and stale cologne. "This part of the school hasn't been used for years." Melissa's small slender fingers wrapped around Ed's palm, as she pulled him slowly down the hall. "The district uses it for storage mostly." There were stacks of boxes that lined the corridor on either side. "The teachers come here sometimes to just escape the chaos downstairs." She pushed him hard against the lockers near the fire doors. "OHHH, I have really enjoyed staying after school tonight, Baby." Her lips brushed his naked chest as she nibbled at his collar bone. This time it was her naked body pinned against his as she seemed to try and climb him like a tree. The soft shaven flesh of her inner thigh rubbed hard against him. Melissa pulled his face to hers and kissed him hard against his lips. Her teeth bit down lightly on his bottom lip. "I could just keep you here you know?" She looked at Ed and smiled. There was a nervous laugh that seemed to say she was only half kidding. She moved her fingers down below his navel once again. Closing her hands around him there and squeezing tightly, she began to speak again. "This is one big reason why I like you, Eddie." Then she rubbed him between her palms. "There are many reasons why I love you." They stood there by a narrow stairway that led to an ancient door. "Come on, I have one more thing to show you." Their bodies had adjusted to the night-time chill. Ed admired Lissa's body as she moved up the stairs in front of him. She felt around the doorjamb for a narrow crack. An old key that she pulled from the wall fit the lock. She turned the brass handle and stood on the landing beyond. The room was small and another staircase ascended upward to an opening that led through the ceiling. "You?ll love this, it's really unbelievable up here!" Melissa disappeared into the darkness. Ed could hear her heels on the wooden decking above his head. "Come on up, what are you waiting for?" Ed moved up the stairs, holding on the loosened ballast as he walked slowly along the unfamiliar route. The January sky was clear. Wilkinsburg was a city of hillsides. It seemed as if he could just reach up and touch Orion's belt. The thin sliver of a waning moon offered up its silver glow. Ed reached around Melissa's waist and held her close. The coolness of the night air pressed in around them. It raised goosebumps on their flesh. His lips grazed along the wisps of hair along the nape of her neck. "Szzzhhhsss." Melissa shivered as she pushed her body close against Ed's nakedness. Was it the coldness of the January air of the warmth of his breath against her earlobe. ` The constellations against the darkness were intense. They stood there in the cupola of the old school. The bas-relief of the dome was etched with images of industry. The dull black surface of the crusted bronze could barely mask its beauty. Melissa's nipples were swollen and stiff in the chilled air. She raised her arms and motioned for Ed to take in the view. The glow of the city unfolded below them. There were neighborhoods of row houses. Dark spaces where trees and mountain passes let in glimpses of the Allegheny River. A lonely tugboat pushed a pair of barges in down the flat black ribbon of water. Then the city skyline loomed beyond. "I wanted to share this with you in a special way." She turned away from him, and toward the horizon. The wrought iron railing was cold. Her fingers gripped it tightly as she shook it hard to test its strength. "I want the whole city to hear our sounds of love." She rubbed her naked body against his hardness. "This is where I want the tour to end." She bent against the railing in the cold. The vapors from her open mouth rose like steam. Their flesh was flecked with reminders of the January chill but their passions ran white hot. Ed stiffened as he slipped inside her moist warm tunnel from behind. Melissa could see her car alone in the parking lot below. The occasional headlights heading up the street beyond the fence gave off a yellow glow Their sounds of love reverberated off the weathered bronze. Their moans and sighs were quiet but loud enough to envelop them in sounds of passion. The guttural utterances of a woman ravaging her man filled the stillness of the night. No names, no words, just wild sounds of desire that echoed through the emptiness. An endless cacophony of grunts, and moans and pet names laced with exclamations of profanity. Melissa moved back and forth to feel every thrust. Ed slowly succumbed to the images and feelings that overtook his mind. He gave in completely to the pushing, moving softness of a woman like no other in his life. The view of a silent city with its highways and its rivers, and its lights. The cold that chilled his skin wherever it was exposed; and the warmth and wetness that held him tightly deep inside. The low moans from his throat grew louder. He moved closer, grasping tightly at her waist. Ed could barely understand his words. "Oh,Lis..Oh God.OH no, baby,God, yes." She moaned and rocked. "fuck me hard now baby give it to me now, all of it." They climaxed, and his body went limp. The level of her arousal slowly ebbed. Then there was silence.
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A Time | There comes a time there are no rules it simply happens upon first meeting when you arrive or when you separate during special closeness or in aching loneliness in a crowd or all alone sometimes it flows out in cascading words or it's held in private silence it would be foolish to hold it back when that special feeling washes warmly over in your mind and in your heart there comes a magic time when love becomes destiny
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