Archive-name: SpecMome/briefaff.txt
Archive-author: Princess
Archive-title: Brief Affair, A


Copywrite May 1993
All persons, places and things portrayed here are fictitious. Any 
resemblance to reality is all in your mind.


     We left the cool air conditioned restaurant and stepped outside to face
the humidity of a B...... summer night.  We weren't quite sure where to go
next.  Our affair should end, after all, it was just an affair, but neither
one of us wanted it to.  We had talked about it over a beer and decided
that before it got any deeper we would just walk away.  But standing there
in the heat, neither one of us wanted to walk.  So I offered him a ride
home. 

    I pulled up to his apartment not knowing whether or not I would be invited
up.  Smiling, he said to park the car and we'd go for a quick beer.
    At the bar we talked about how much fun we'd had in the past few months,
how exciting it was to be together, how it was difficult to keep our hands 
off each other.  The more we talked the more excited I was getting. 
Pretending the crowd was getting louder I moved closer to him.  Every now 
and then I would brush my arm against his, my leg against his, I'd lean 
closer to him and just barely rest my breast against him.  He could see 
what I was doing and he began to react.

    I could see the way he looked at me, I could feel the pressure of his leg
against mine.  With his arms crossed and his elbows resting on the bar he 
began to caress my nipple with his hand.  I'm sure others saw us but that 
just added to the excitement.  After one more round we weren't concerned 
about anyone or anything except each other.

    The walk back to his apartment seemed to take forever.  He wouldn't kiss
me, he wouldn't touch me, he just described to me what he wanted to do.  I 
had to listen to him tell me how he wanted to undress me and make love to 
me.  To him, it would be very soft and slow but I had other ideas in mind.

    As soon as the door to his apartment was closed it began.  I couldn't keep
my hands off of him.  I pulled him to me and kissed him hard while I ripped 
at his shirt.  He tried to slow me down but I wouldn't have any of it.  I
backed him onto the couch and began to remove his pants.  He couldn't
control himself any longer.  He took control of me, pushing me onto the 
floor.  He lowered himself on top of me and would do nothing but kiss me.  
He made love to my mouth with his mouth, using his tongue the way he would
soon use his cock.  Our kisses were hard and full of passion just the way 
our love was.  I could feel his naked body on top of me, I could feel him
sweating and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back.  I begged him 
to take my dress off and he did, with one quick movement.  His hand tore
through the snaps and I was naked under him.  Our bodies wrapped around 
each other and our hands began to explore.  

    He lifted me into a chair so I was straddled on top of him.  I was grabbing
at his flesh, my fingers leaving tracks in the sweat which covered his 
body.  He was kissing me and touching me.  First my face then my neck, my
shoulders, arms and finally down to my breasts.  There was no tenderness
anymore, just passion and need.  He took each one of my breasts in his 
mouth biting each nipple hard enough to make me cry out and arch into him 
more.  The harder he bit the more I needed him.  We moved back onto the 
floor so he could spread me out and taste all of me.  He was grabbing me,
holding me so tight I could barely breathe.  His mouth tasted every inch 
of my skin and when he finally found my pussy I could barely control 
myself.  I grabbed his head and buried myself into his mouth.  I rubbed 
against him furiously until I came then I dragged him back up to kiss me so 
I could taste myself on his lips.  He stood up, taking me with him but only 
to my knees.  He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock as far 
into my mouth as it would go.  I wrapped my lips around him so he could 
feel the wetness of my mouth and I sucked on him,  first slowly 
then more quickly.  I sucked on each one of his balls then took both 
together in my mouth.  I could feel him ready to explode but I wouldn't let
him.  Each time his rhythm got too intense I would pull back and begin 
teasing him again.  I used my mouth, my hands, I rubbed his cock over my
nipples leaving drops of cum for him to taste.  Finally he couldn't put up 
with my teasing.  He turned me around as he knelt down behind me and buried 
his cock into my dripping wet pussy.  He began to tease me, moving ever so 
slow in and out of me until I begged him to fuck me harder.  He grabbed a
handful of my hair and pulled me back just as he was ramming his cock into 
me.  He fucked me so hard I felt like I was going to burst if I didn't 
come.  With his free hand he reached underneath me and grabbed one of my
breasts, squeezing it with each thrust of his cock.  The harder he fucked, 
the harder he squeezed.  I could feel him in my pussy growing harder and 
harder the nearer he got to his orgasm.  As he made that final thrust into 
me he pulled back on my hair, burying his cock deep inside me and exploding
with his orgasm.  With his other hand he squeezed my nipple until I cried
out in pain but the pain combined with the throbbing of his cock was what I
needed to get off. 

     We lay there spent, him on top of me, just feeling our hearts beating
against each other.  Soon it began again only this time it was slower and 
more gentle, the way he wanted it at the beginning of the night.  He was an
expert with my body and he took pleasure in making me happy.  He made me
cum over and over again before he made slow, tender love to me throughout 
the night.  We knew our affair wouldn't end that night, we knew the passion 
we had for each other couldn't be ignored, it had to be satisfied - and it 
was - many, many more times.....

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