Undressed and Possessed

She donned her CFM shoes with only a slippery wisp of a dress.
She missed the length and girth of that protruding
phallic member and it’s finesse.
The one that she . . . possessed.

Oh yeah, she would undress and possess that man.

“Mmmmm, oh my Baby” was all she could say while
remembering the last time that she danced through
the airport . . . doing their tantric tango in her mind.

Suddenly….

There he was standing, slightly leaning,
one foot propped against the wall.
She noticed his eyes first . . .
but with wide eyed wanderlust.

She zoomed in laser like and read
the wonderment as she gobbled
and gleaned a hand written
invitation right there in his pants.

She was yearning and burning with desire.

Collapsing in his arms, he held her tight
around the waist, then his hands were trailing
to grab her buns, to pull her into him
mmmm. To feel his hardness again,
aroused her and that kitty began to throb.

Meow…..purr, purr, purr . . .

She knew that it was wet…
anticipating the insertion
of his finger so thick,
that it felt like a rod itself.

Falling away from this tight embrace,
hand in hand they ran to the train.
Eagerly and nearly jumping in,
they found a seat in the back.

The train took off, clickety, clack, clack.

Mmmm…here it comes….as his fingers lifted her dress.
The special guest had arrived and found their way into
her panties, sliding and dialing her mystery channel,
causing her to confess . . .

“Mmmmmm oh yeah my love, this is it”
as she bent over to unzip his pants.

She panted like a damn dog, starving for his love
and he reciprocated with a unique moaning of his own.
His manhood was firm and taut.

She expertly released it from it’s cotton cell
and she was mouthing and moaning loud
decibels that only he could hear.

Oh yeah, she undressed and possessed that man.

She wrapped her lips around that big rod,
licking the shaft, up and down, she went in.
Stopping at the head for a kiss….oh how she missed this.

As if out of practice she began slow…
to swallow his rod…up and down…
passed the tonsils, he was in, and
she dripped honey, just for him…
it covered his fingers and made the sliding easier.

She almost lost her mind as she continued
to let him make love to her mouth. Just to taste
his divinity is THE Blessing and she needed it.

The train tossed her head around and she liked it!

Literally smiling inside, she kept it up.
“Oh my baby, baby” she moaned
with a mouthful of love. His cream
would be the Grande Prize by design.

She took one hand and cupped him, with the other
she found that sweet spot between a and d
gently massaging that hot spot, he
began to moan as people stared on.

They did not care, it had been too damn long.

“Take me, Take me” was the only verse on her mind.
Both of them writhing and moaning,
faster and faster, the juices from both began to drip.
Mmmmmmm….this is some good stuff!

He left her satisfied but left his finger in.

She sucked that regal rod until her nose ran
and she almost choked on it….mmmmmmm…
he was her man and he would be satisfied,
the train hummed along as she blew him on this ride.

Sliding her finger from that sweet spot of his,
she gently inserted a finger in… mmmmm….that hole
belonged to her and she knew it…as she probed
and continued to suck….teasing….tongue
running over the head…mouth wide open to receive his love.

Oh yeah, she undressed and possessed that man.

He pumped and arched his back under,
thrusting his crotch toward her….
This man is a freaking wonder….
In and out, up and down his body went insane.
Over and over, he spoke in tongues
moaning and crying out her name.

Then came a blast, none that he’d ever felt before.
It was like a roman candle, shooting stars to the sky
and they both felt it and wanted more.

Anticipation . . .

Mmmmmmm and now his juice was in her mouth,
she liked being naughty and let some slightly drip out.
With a quick slurp, she swallowed it whole.
They burst into laughter, satisfied while putting on a show.

Oh yeah, they undressed and possessed each other, once more.

© Janet P. Caldwell June 2012
Pic: Google Images

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