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A story about three roommates and their bizarre adventures.
The thought shocked her because she was usually sexually reticent. To defend her virtuous self-image, Cara justified the sexy undergarments as simply a means to help her transition from workaday professional to a more feminine weekend persona. She attributed her licentious feelings to his sensual proximity, or the beautiful setting, or the time it had been since she'd had satisfying sex, or his deep and wanton eyes, ... or ... or, all of the above.
His hand moved up and Cara trembled expecting him to touch her hardening breasts. Instead, still staring into her rapt eyes, he opened the top two buttons on his shirt. She felt torn: safe that this stranger didn't cross the taboo barrier of inappropriate touching without permission; disappointed that he didn't touch her the way her heated flesh desired.
In response, and by way of promiscuous invitation, Cara gave a girlish shake of her hair, slid her lace wrap from her shoulders, and tossed it onto the table. With a coquettish expression, she undid the top buttons on her dress to display breasts and bra. Her bosoms were heaving from her accelerated breathing revealing that her poised demeanor belied her body's craving.
His eyes shifted from her face to her figure. Pleasure at the wanton sight was displayed on his handsome countenance.
Coveting physical connection, Cara made the first move and touched his muscular chest with the fingertips of her left hand. His warm skin sent an electric charge through her.
His strong hands touched her hips with the slightest pressure. It was so light, Cara considered she had imagined it. Then they started to move slowly and caress the silken material. So slight, but so meaningful. Cara inhaled anticipating accelerating carnal contact. While still strangers, a sense of intimacy in the twilight room inflamed her passion.
Leaning forward, her breasts touched his chest and moved to create a rapturous frisson. He responded by tilting his head and lowering his lips to feather against hers. Cara swooned and leaned back against the table to support her rubbery legs.
His hands slid to her lower back in a move that both supported her and brought their bodies into fuller contact. Cara's genitals welcomed the pressure from his groin and a tingle commenced between her legs. With kisses entwining, she unhooked the rest of his buttons and slipped her hands inside his shirt to explore his body. His hips thrust forward and rubbed lusciously against her.
Her paramour had been slow and gentlemanly in his advance. But, in the magical light, Cara didn't want to wait any longer. Her tongue flicked teasingly at his earlobe and her nose inhaled his musky scent. She broke the silence by whispering, "Take me".
Without hesitation, he lifted her bottom and placed her on the table. Moving between her legs, he spread her knees. Her skirt climbed her thighs revealing the lace top of her stockings. One of his experienced hands opened her sundress while the other massaged her knee before tracing a line up Cara's inner thigh.
With soaring libido, Cara removed his belt like an over-sexed teen with raging hormones. She had a short flash of fear that someone would enter and she'd be humiliated by discovery in this public place. It was instantly washed away by her rocketing lust.
He slipped the frock from her shoulders. Pausing a moment to admire the red "fuck me" bra, he leaned in to plant a kiss on her burning tit. Any remaining inhibition disappear and Cara yank his trousers down. While still kissing her boobs, he kicked off his shoes and shimmied out of his pants. To keep up, she lifted her hips and he helped remove her dress. She sat in the moonlight in stockings, bra, and panties that were damp and aromatic. His boxers revealed a hard and hungry rod.
Beyond the need for further foreplay, he removed his underwear and Cara unhooked her bra.