NIGHT SUSPENSION WITHI EROTIC SEDUCATION
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Chapter 1. (Story 1)
Wilde, Veronica Elle got out of bed on a sweltering July morning in Phoenix. She crept into the living room and glanced through the blinds just after seven a.m. The Rainiers’ yard remained deserted. She groaned and proceeded to the kitchen. As she sliced her grapefruit, she was still sleepy. She could have slept in today; her children were in San Diego seeing their other mother, Stephanie, her ex-partner. For months, these two weeks had been marked on the calendar with “KIDS IN CA” scribbled across them. Elle, on the other hand, marked the weeks with a different command: GET LAID. She hadn’t had sex in a very long time. It’s excruciatingly lengthy. But everyone over thirty appeared to be married around here, and having children made meeting women difficult. Sometimes she made vague intentions of heading up a bar—but the fact was, she was horribly timid. Her biggest concern was coming off as overly forward and being rejected. Then Muscles started showing up across the street every morning to do the Rainiers’ yard maintenance. Elle now looked forward to not having to get out of bed in the morning. She was a tall, slender girl with short, ruffled honey-blonde hair, a deep tan, and a genuinely athletic figure. Elle never got tired of seeing her lateral muscles contract as she washed the Rainiers’ vehicle or her biceps and deltoids flex as she swept up the eucalyptus leaves that had fallen across the courtyard. Elle couldn’t tell how old she was by looking through the slats, but she figured her college jock days weren’t far behind her. But from whence had she come? The Rainiers had no children. She’d been there for four days, ducking inside their home when the Arizona July heat climbed too high in the sky. Elle resolved to bring her a glass of iced tea every night and say hello. Every morning, she resisted. She double-checked—muscles had yet to materialize in the Rainiers’ yard—and went to take a fast shower. She glanced again after drying off and changing into a white tank top and shorts. Her stomach sank. Muscles was carrying a suitcase from the house. Not at all.She couldn’t let another dream die, couldn’t allow such a delicious specimen of a butch lady to drive out of her life without even speaking to her. She knew she’d be regretting her cowardice for months if she didn’t move quickly. Elle poured a glass of iced tea and dashed outdoors, the ice crystals splattering across the asphalt. Muscles straightened with a shocked expression. Elle swallowed and cleared her throat. Hello there,Her pulse was pounding with anxiety. My name is Elle. I live across the street, and I’ve noticed you’ve been, uh, assisting the Rainiers. The girl’s emerald eyes swept over her and landed on her breasts. Elle’s face reddened as she realized she hadn’t worn a bra. It’s nice to meet you. My name is C.J. I went to see my aunt and uncle. She made a motion toward the home. But I’m leaving for Texas today. Dammit. She had arrived too late. Elle attempted to come up with something witty or sexy to say. Her typical timidity, though, caused her throat to constrict. C.J. sipped his iced tea in one big swish. Elle saw the movement of her neck muscles. C.J. remarked, “I’d like another glass of it.” Her eyes glowed brightly in the sunlight. Elle’s tummy was churning with butterflies. She managed to get you to follow her.
She was aware that she was at least 10 years older than C.J. as she led the way across the street. I should add that C.J. was youthful, brawny, and stunning, and he most likely seduced ladies all the time. Elle reminded herself to keep her calm. Her hands, however, were trembling as she opened her front door. C.J. murmured as he walked inside the chilly dimness of the home, “Nice place.” I wish I’d met you sooner. Elle said, “There are two of us.” She grabbed for the empty glass, intending to re-fill it. Instead, C.J. put it on the kitchen table and backed her up against the granite countertop. Elle’s heart was racing. It had been a long time since a powerful butch lady had loomed over her with this much swagger and fascination. C.J., on the other hand, pushed up Elle’s tank top, saying, “If I’d had these lovely tits distracting me every day, I wouldn’t have gotten anything done.” Elle’s top was removed, and she was hoisted up and put on the counter. Elle’s nipples rapidly tightened into sensitive pink points as a result of the air-conditioned coolness. She’d never been topless in her kitchen before, but C.J. dropped her head and took Elle’s right breast into her mouth before she could react. The thrill of her warm tongue caused Elle to gasp. C.J. kissed her nipples until they were rigid and throbbing, pushing her breasts together. Elle sighed and fell back, giving in to the heavenly feeling of a skillful butch tongue on her tits. C.J. abruptly took a step back. She yanked her top and shorts off with a filthy smile. Elle felt dizzy at the breathtaking sight of C.J. nude. Those bronzed muscles were finally on display, from her wide shoulders to her washboard stomach and rock-hard quadriceps. You’re amazing, she whispered gently. C.J. just smiled and unbuttoned Elle’s shorts, slipping them off till Elle was naked on the countertop. She leaned back and spread her legs in a silent request for attention, the polished granite cold against her feverish skin. Too aroused to be self-conscious, she leaned back and spread her legs in a wordless plea for attention. C.J. licked and licked her pussy with her tongue.
petting Elle till she sobbed. The feeling of a fresh mouth was exhilarating, as if it were a skillful, intelligent storm that understood just how to suck her clit and toy with her pussy lips. C.J.’s muscular tongue thrust within her, probing her inner barriers, and Elle trembled with excitement. She extended her thighs as wide as she could, almost mindless with ecstasy. C.J.’s tongue pulled back and moved up to her clit, circling her fragile bud with deft pressure. Elle whimpered hopelessly, rubbing her hands over C.J.’s butch, youthful body’s exquisite rigidity. She pleaded, “Make me come.” Please? C.J. laughed loudly and inserted two fingers into her, caressing Elle both inside and out. Elle stroked her nipples, a white-hot tightness building inside her. As C.J.’s tongue slid over her clit, her orgasm burst into a slick, creamy flow of blissful throbs. The tension transformed into a hot vortex of perfect joy. Oh, my God, Elle said. C.J. gently eased her off the counter, as though she realized her legs were trembling too much for her to stand. C.J. smiled.
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