"Sex Scene"(Part one)by Mustapha Abdullahi

Scene One

This burning sensation in his chest and groin wasn’t the same as when the two of them had repeatedly had phone sex. No, it was more than that. This was a wildfire that had been yearning to burn, but for the distance between the fire and the vegetation. They hadn’t seen each other in almost a year and the visions of how they were going to fuck themselves real hard was all that had made it easier on them while apart.
The TV was on, but none of them seemed to put any interest in what was on screen, they just stole looks at themselves and carried on with the conversation.
In her mind, she was tired of being in this situation already. She wanted so badly to rip his clothes apart and make mad love to him till they could both hardly breathe. This was even more frustrating for her because she was trying to preserve face by not making the first move, but she was getting pretty impatient with how long it was taking for her boyfriend to make that move. It was like a game of chess,  without ever moving the first piece on either side of the board, one could well say the game was already at a stalemate. This was just where they were, no pieces moved, but the battle intense.
“What’re you thinking of?” He asked her as he saw the look in her eyes, the look of someone puzzled by a faraway thought. His question pulled her away from the pain of wonder and she answered him, telling him she was only imagining all those days she had spent without him, and now that he was here, she didn’t even know how to express what she felt for him.
She felt her nipples become fully erect under the betraying comfort of the padded bra. The 32B cups of the bra did a fine job concealing that, and how beautiful her breasts really were without any clothing. She could feel her pussy growing soggier by the second, so much so that she had to shift her weight every now and then just to ease away the  pleasurable discomfort of the juice slowly trickling out from the lips of her hungry vagina.
Finally, he got up from where he was sitting, after concealing his erection by clamping his rock hard dick between his thighs. He told her that he was about to play a prank on her, and with that he lightly kissed her on the lips and returned to sit in his chair.
“Is that all?” She asked, as if he had just awoken a beast from within her bowels. He said yes, and went on smiling mischievously.
Of course it was all a game of lure-the-dog-with-a-bone, and he had just cast out the bone that was strung to a good length of yarn.
He looked at her and this time around admired the simple detail in her dressing. She had no make-up on and wore a white translucent T-shirt that gave out the hints of the purple lacy bra that clamped her huge breasts to her chest. 

The T-shirt was printed with caricature Converse sneakers in all colours and sizes. She also had on a tight beige pencil skirt that made her hips push out ever so well that the curves looked like those under the neck of a bowling pin. Her hair was packed in a ponytail and held together with a hair pin, while her eyes were shielded by the bluish lenses of her spectacles. She looked ethereal to him, like a goddess or some other resident of the heavens.
He got up again and walked over to her, with the intension of luring the dog with the bone again, but what he didn’t realize was the level of preparedness of the dog.
Immediately his lips touched her soft fleshy lips, she reached out and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him closer into her till all that separated them was the single shallow low breathes of air that came out from their lungs. He was bent over her as she comfortably sat in the chair where she was now the domina of the game. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up so the both of them were now standing.
She was five-feet-four while he towered a good six inches above her. It was a perfect match; her skin colour was that of cappuccino saturated with just enough milk, while his was that of baked cocoa beans. She had everything he wanted and he was the only one she would rather dream of.
His hands travelled down her back, making her shudder lightly, until they finally rested on the fleshy mounds that together were her buttocks. He squeezed on them gently as his tongue worked its way into her mouth and intertwined with hers. She was beginning to make soft sounds under her breath and these sounds built his confidence even more.
The laughter from the TV show was in the far distant background now as the two of them reached even deeper in their mouths and their hands wandered behind, seeking for a place to squeeze and caress. His hands suddenly disappeared under her shirt and travelled up her bare babylike skin till they found the cups of her bra, and without warning he dipped into them, cupping her full breasts with his bare hands and gently squeezing on them.
Her body erupted into spasms; she threw her head backwards and bit on her lips. Her legs trembled and she staggered backwards with her hands searching for support behind her. She found the headrest of the couch and leaned into it, digging her nails deep into the fabric of the chair.
Her thoughts went wild and all she could do was moan even more as he worked the bra straps off with a snap and lifted her shirt off her body. She raised her arms and let him pull the shirt off completely, revealing her naked torso in the light of the afternoon sun that stole through the louvres of the open windows....
...To be continued tomorrow ...
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