room…
“Coffee…?” asked Jack, startling Lee out of her perusals.
“Gosh, you startled me. I was just admiring the room, darling. It’s simply divine. So… so homely,” she said with an air of caution. She wouldn’t lose sight of why she was there.
“Yes. I could not have agreed last week, but yes. I do have some very fond memories of it…” He looked around proudly. “Let’s retire to the living room,” he suggested, beckoning her with his hand.
Lee rose from the table, her posture that of a princess. She glided seamlessly towards Jack taking his arm and flashing her enigmatic smile at him. She held him tight and they almost merged as they found their way into the next room. The hair on the back of Jack’s neck standing to attention for the second time that evening as, with his arm draped around her shoulder, he felt Lee’s bosom find comfort pressing against his chest.
In the living room Jack released Lee and sank into one of the voluptuously upholstered arm chairs. He reached for the hi-fi remote control and brought his old friend Vivaldi with his Four Seasons into the atmosphere. Lee stood in front of him like a china doll, all twenty six years of her. She was slim, tanned and modestly endowed. She reached up towards her shoulders, her eyes never leaving Jack’s. Spring time was chirping away on the hi-fi, the swirl of the violin strings had them both entranced but she had him truly hypnotised. Her perfectly painted nails flicked the straps from her shoulders and her gown effortlessly glided to the floor, revealing her equally exquisite silk and lace undergarments. Jack swallowed hard as Largo e pianissimo sempre played away sadly in the background. He reached out to touch and reassure her, his body moving towards her, his head at waist height, his tongue finding her navel. I’ll be doing the treating tonight, he thought. Confused, she resisted him at first, but he was firm and would not take no for an answer.
He pulled her gently down onto the carpet and went to work, gently prying his tongue from her navel he moved down, removing her underwear in a single sweep of the hand, and continuing to her surprisingly damp clitoris. Spring’s calming Allegro jumped in and she rode his tongue to the sweet sound of violins. She climaxed quickly crunching her hips into Jack’s face. Summer had begun and he was ready for the chase. He moved on top of her and they wriggled around on the carpet for a few moments. Lee ripping at his clothes trying to remove them. She hadn’t been treated this well since sixth form and she intended to make up for lost time. All went still for a moment as he inserted himself into her. He hadn’t been with another girl for a while and hoped not to disappoint. He gained the dominant position and as the violins exploded so did they, almost becoming the subject of the music. Jack was exhilarated as summer took hold. His emotions hit fever pitch, biting at her neck. In turn, her nails almost pierced the skin of his buttocks. She wailed with excitement. Having already climaxed once she awaited the next with exhilaration and enthusiasm. They rolled quite violently, hitting a lamp off the coffee table and sweeping anything and everything out of their way, riding each other as though it was the last thing they would ever accomplish in life, as though their lives depended on it, clinging to each other neither gave an inch for separation, stretching all parts of their bodies. Lee tugged at his buttocks refusing to believe there wasn’t more to have, Jack bucking like a mule until they reached summer’s Tempo impetuoso d’Estate when the excitement of the orchestra, the build-up of the instruments, all coincided with the build up inside of Jack and Lee both.
“It’s too muchhhh… It’s too muchhh, aaaargh!” they wailed as they finally climaxed together…
Autumn’s beautiful Allegro began. As Jack stared deeply into Lee's eyes he
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