No Strings Attached – part three

Warning sexual language and content 18+

Coming ashore for a breather by Summerhill Lane

No Strings Attached – part three

The Condo

Warning sexual language and content 18+

He didn’t hold her hand on the ride up in the elevator but merely pressed his thumb into her palm.  This very discreet gesture, discreet because there were three or four other occupants of this small space, sent a shiver down her spine and almost curled her toes.  Yes, her toes definitely curled.  What a delightful feeling as the foreplay continued.  She considered the entire experience with this mystery man as foreplay from the get go.  He had this art of play down pat, and she concluded that he must be very experienced.  His experience both excited and warned her not to attach because she was just a play thing for him and not a real option.  Now whose thoughts were creeping back to the surface?  Yes, she knew that this was just an experience to be enjoyed for what it was and to not make any more of it – okay – a fuck.  But at the same time, she was also just a fuck for him.  Sobering thoughts and not ones she needed to be dwelling on at this point in the adventure.  Think of them later, and she certainly would.

His condo was smallish, neat and clean, a bit sparse, a bachelor pad with very few personal effects if any.  Oh yes, there was his guitar, as a little of the restaurant conversation returned to her.  He loved and played rock music.  She filed that away as more pressing sensations were presenting themselves.

His lips were soft and sensual, cupid lips.  A feminine feature on a very strong masculine face. 

Stop all this airy-fairy mumbo jumbo and get to the good stuff, the raw stuff, the cock sucking, ass, cunt and finger fucking stuff!  Who cares that he had cupid lips for god’s sake?  This voice in her mind occupied space it shouldn’t have.  Space she had willingly given but now wished would just go away for a little while and leave her to enjoy the unfolding of events.  He was removing her very wet panties – oh that brought her back sharply to the situation at hand!

The little black dress was easy to remove, up and off over her head like he had done this with her a thousand times.  Unhook the bra, dropped on the floor to join the rest of the black ensemble.  His clothes somehow vanished from his body while she blinked.  She wasn’t exactly naked; the thigh high sexy hooker boots remained and accentuated the Brazilian waxed, hot wet pussy lips that greeted him.  She was smoking.  Now he began to feel intimated by her beauty and her sexuality.  Tables were turning and he began to feel like a young inexperienced lad in the hands of a goddess. 

She got on her knees and kissed the beautiful erection that had presented itself to her for approval and worship.  It was, he was, golden.  That is the only word that would describe a perfect thing.  She licked and nibbled and took all of him in her mouth and let him expand further within this warm moist environment.  This was the first time she had sucked on an uncut.  She had never even seen one before let alone put between her lips.  He was appreciating her efforts it was apparent, but he needed to be in the driver’s seat now.  Directing her to his bed, which occupied the greater part of his space, he motioned her to lay back and get comfortable.  He positioned her body, legs bent at the knee, spread open and relaxed with her glistening sex exposed and pulsating.  What a sight for sore eyes, and his eyes needed to see this portrait like a dehydrated plant needed water.  First a lick to taste her juices, delicious, then a nibble on the little cock sticking up saying here I am, look at me, look at me, suck on me.  He would suck but not just yet.  His cock was throbbing and his balls were hard, the skin stretching and hurting him.  He needed release right now, can’t wait a second longer.  There is time after for all the little extras, and he could perform those while he was restoring his vigour for a second go around.

She was not disappointed at all with his performance.  He was good and experienced and knew just what to do and how to do it.  But something was missing for her.  She knew what it was but was afraid to admit.  The sound of that one word vibrated within humbled and shamed her by its simplicity and honesty.  “I told you that no one else would be good enough and you will always come back to me”, so said the voice in her head.  Yes, dear one, right again as per usual.

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10 thoughts on “No Strings Attached – part three

    1. I am very happy that you have liked my story and I appreciate the pun😁. a continuation could go in a few different directions and haven’t settled on one as of yet. Thank you for your words of encouragement.

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  1. More wonderful details here like curling toes, cupid lips, and ‘like a dehydrated plant needed water’. And this is before the main event itself… Whew! And yet, already she’s a little conflicted about all of this. I like how this is erotica, but also erotica with heart. (And the painting! Is this part of a series that you’ve planned at all?) Wonderful work as always, Summerhill. I’m so glad I stumbled across you and your blog.

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    1. Hi Tony Single, thank you very much for your comments and your words are much appreciated. The paintings are part of a series on water and thought they paired well with the story. I hadn’t planned it that way though, just happened. I don’t know what I’m doing except flying by the seat of my pants.😁


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