"I was wondering that myself, maybe she lost her real skirt and that scarf
is it's substitute."
"Sweetheart, if I wore clothes like that you wouldn't have much to take
off now would you? She smiled cheekily.
"You, soldier are incorrigible and I wouldn't have you any
other way."
"You can have me any which way you want, love. I just don't ever want you
to let me go. Why don't you sit on my lap. I'd love a nice slow dance from
you M."
"But Terry, if I sit on your lap who'd be doing the
dancing?"
"You. Lap dancing of course. If that's not your cuppa then
can I sit on your lap?"
"Oh now that might be interesting. How about you sit on my lap, facing me
with your hands behind your back?"
"That has some interesting possibilities. Make yourself comfortable. I'm
game. Are you sure you can hold my ..weight?"
"Well darling, it's not like you haven't sat on me before
now is it?"
"I reckon not but not quite so, fully."
"I can hold you're weight don't you worry about that. Question is, how
long can you keep your hands behind your back?"
"As long as you want me to." He replied, wondering himself
how much time would pass before he gave in. "What would you be doing to me
then?"
"Oooo, I was thinking I might untuck your shirt, slowly
unbuckle your belt, loosen your trousers and pull down the zip. Just to
give you some air you understand"
"One can never have enough air. Let's say I have an annoying itch on my
nose during this escapade. Would you scratch it for me?" His eyes danced
with the amusement of the double meanings in his question.
"Oh of course, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable." She was trying
hard to keep her face straight. The thought of Terry straddling her with
his arms behind his back at her mercy was amusing, it would have been more
so if it hadn't been quite so arousing.
"Do you think the rocking chair would support the two of
us?" Trying his best to offer her a boyish grin, he couldn't look innocent
at the moment if his life depended on it.
"Oh I'd think we'd do better on a straight backed chair, more room to ...
maneuver."
"I'm quite the expert at maneuvers. I reckon you've had
your fair share of them too." He scanned the room with his eyes, searching
for the prefect chair. "Is the chair at your desk made of oak?"
"The finest." She grinned. "You want to do this here, now, in the library?
OK, but I think we'd better lock the door."
"Lock the door? My good woman just what kind of maneuvers do you have in
mind?" Scolding her teasingly, he was already positioning the chair.
Finding a spot where they wouldn't be unencumbered by near by furniture
just in case things got a little rough, he swept a hand indicating for her
to sit. "Lock the door if you must Mystery."
Now all of the residents of Diamond Shoals knew about her and Terry, it
was no secret how they felt about each other, no one had a problem with
their relationship, however, the kind of dancing she had in mind was
definitely not for public consumption. Walking to the door she turned the
key in the lock and walked back across the room. With a completely
straight face she sat on the chair, opened her legs a little to help her
balance and beckoned to him. "Put your money where your mouth is soldier!"
Raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, he straddled her lap and sat
gently balancing some of his weight on the balls of his feet. Before she
could speak again, he leaned in to kiss her tenderly. There was a bit of
late day roughness to his cheek as he broke the kiss and rubbed it against
hers. With his arms locked securely behind his back he leaned to her ear
and said. "When you mentioned my mouth I realized I didn't need my hands
as a tool."
She nipped his bottom lip. "Oh you are going to pay for that soldier." Her
deft hands undid his belt and slowly drew it from the loopholes. Holding
up like a trophy she grinned before dropping it the floor. Next came the
button on the top of his jeans, flip, it was undone. "Ah I seem to be
having a problem with this zip darling, there's something in the way, any
idea what that might be?"
"It seems lately that you've been more familiar with that particular part
of my anatomy then I have. If I could loosen my hands I'd be more than
happy to assist but that's not part of our bargain." Shifting a bit to
wiggle his hips, he groaned. "I can tell you that whatever is in the way
is in need of the air that was promised."
Inch by dancingly slow inch she slid down the zip, slightly
surprised when his thick hard flesh jumped out at her. "Well well well,
did you dress in a hurry today?" She asked as she bent to run her tongue
over the purple head.
If there was an answer in his mind his mouth translated it
as a low groan followed by a grunt. He could feel his hands twitch with
desire to come into play but he bit his lip and kept them where they were.
Things were more erotic that way. "No hurry. Didn't dress in a hurry."
Looking down at her mouth still so close to his throbbing cock eased
nothing. The toes of his right foot began to tattoo the floor.
"Oooo I don't know that tune." She said before making an O shape with her
mouth and covering half of his length. The tip of her tongue began to
circle as she moved her hands up and down his denim clad thighs.
Torture! Pleasure! Torture! Pleasure! "Mystery. Good Lord."
He hissed, giving in to burdening her with his full weight. He didn't have
much of a choice. His legs were weak. "You'll pay for this you know."
Threatening words were nothing more than a way for him to try to focus.
What would surrender first, his need or his want to embrace her.
As she took his entire length now she could feel his weight on her thighs.
Moving her hands from his legs she wrapped them around his waist to steady
herself. Sucking, licking, nipping, blowing. My he felt good. There was no
denying the wetness between her legs and with them spread as they were
there was no way to get relief. Boy whose idea was this?
Panting, he bent to kiss the top of her head. "When do we ..uh..mymymy..get
to..hmmm
Mystery....switch places?' He managed to finish the sentence alright but
it was not without a long drawn out groan at the end. "Can't take much
more." Jerking slowly, he was close to coming into her warm soft and oh so
wet mouth.
But she was going to finish what she'd started. Releasing him from the
cavern of her mouth she used her tongue to lick his length taking time to
kiss the head each time she reached the top. Her heart was beating fast
and she badly needed him inside her.
That was about all he could take. Taking her face in his hands, he stood,
bringing her with him. Though it may have appeared to be a rough move, his
hands were gentle and his movements fluid.
"I need you...need you now." Lowering a hand he found the zipper on the
side of her trousers and fumbled a bit, tearing it tooth by tooth. He
kissed her as his hands slid down the waist of her trousers, guiding them
over her round silk skinned hips.
Her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse and she all but tore it apart
in her desire to feel his flesh on hers. Once the garment was off she
began on his shirt,it didn't take long.
A quick flash of fear appeared in his eyes before it melted into lust and
want. Terry Thorne with his jeans around his ankles and his shirt torn
from his body was not a common sight but who was looking, just M with her
magnificent breasts swinging inches from his face. Turning them both he
fell back into the chair, taking her part way with him. His hands ravaged
her breasts as his mouth sought purchase on the proud points. Groaning, he
winced as her bare thigh touched his cock. "Sit! He ordered in a husky
voice but his tone changed as he added "Please."
She did as he asked, not sitting on him but against him. The heat between
them was almost palpable.
Dragging the tips of his fingers up along her snow white thighs, he dipped
his hands over and between them. He could feel the heat of her want,
almost taste the scent of her need as he turned his hand and slid two
fingers into her. "Hm, there's honey in the pot." He rumbled with a cock
of his brow. "Lovely and sweet."
His fingers felt good inside her but she wanted more. Grasping at his hair
with one hand the other took the other his from between her legs and
brought his fingers to her mouth as she moved herself onto his straining
cock. "Now you are where you belong soldier."
Looping his arms around her thighs he pulled her legs forward. The entire
length of him sank into her slickness like a piston inside of an engine.
That's what she is, a fine tuned engine. With his hands on her bottom he
pressured her just enough to guide the speed and depth. Terry looked up
into her eyes and a knowing smile tugged the corners of his mouth.
"Mystery, love, welcome home."
With him buried deep inside, her breathing became shallow and fast and she
jerked back her head letting her hair fall around his thighs.That one
movement send her to the point of no return. Lust, trust, want, need all
morphed into one emotion. Love.
His knees tensed. The warmth of her body where they were joined spread
throughout his body like warmed oil. He was dying, needing release and his
body begged to fill her with the gush of his love for her. With a soft
grunt he planted the first seed. Both hands went to her breasts and he
buried his face between them to muffle the cries that
followed. Succulent kisses slicked her body, and the tender sound of his
voice filled the air as the last bit of him was drained into her. "I love
you." Nothing more needed to be said.
Her head fell to his shoulder and her eyes closed as she felt his hands
move to enclose her spent body.
Long moments later she felt able to move and she raised her head slowly
brushing her cheek against his. "Darling, we'd better move before we
freeze in this position."
He smiled up at her and spoke, still breathless with passion. . "You know
if were weren't so spontaneous we could have just gone to sleep afterward.
Ah Mystery making love with you is always an adventure." Cocking his head
up further, he kissed her mouth with a tenderness that only true lovers
could share. It lingered for as long as it did before he drew away. "We
should get dressed then and practice our innocent facial expressions."
Do I look innocent to you Terry Thorne?" She giggled as she stood up their
mixed juices running down her thighs. "See what you've done to me?" There
was no shyness, no coyness, they were lovers and friends reveling in their
enjoyment of each other. Both could only glory in that knowledge.
"You don't look innocent. That's why we need to practice." The last thing
he wanted to do right now was lift her off his lap but they couldn't stay
like that all night. At least not in Mill House's library. There were
better places to bask in the afterglow.