Chronicles Of Ecstacy

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We just got back from Cancun and have to make a stop at my parents house in Florida for a day, for my dad's 60th Bday celebration.  Everything is going well, but I know I won't be having any Ecstacy for dessert.  It's just one of those things, we're  not married so we'll definitely be doing the separate room thing tonight.  Mom & Dad ain't having that under their roof, no matter how old I am.



I stood outside on the balcony in the crisp night air. My warm pussy aching to be touched, as my mind replayed vibrant images of him. I caressed my clitoris as I stared out at the city lights, thinking about him.

My pussy was still dripping and my body tingling with lustful desire even though it was hours ago that he had suggested sexual comments to me, while my family was off to the side preparing dinner.



My parents had been in the same room, as I felt myself weaken, and my pussy begin to throb despite my attempts to ignore it. Oh, and he got off on the mere thrill of how uncomfortable I was.

He had gently grabbed my hand, his lips parted, and that look of sexual daze, lust and intrigue in his brown eyes. He had always looked at me like I was so fascinating to him, like he loved every part of me, despite how horny he was. He reached across the table, my  fingers inside his  hands. He whispered, “hey Diamond… do you want me to take you to the couch?” I couldn’t hide how much I wanted him.



Embarrassed, I pulled away and finished my mug of tea. He enjoyed the very fact I was nervous, fidgeting, excited, scared and how vulnerable he made me feel.



Now, hours later, I still felt so helpless, and uncomfortable walking around with my pussy juices trickling down my thighs, moistening my sweat pants. But this was my parent’s house - there was nothing I could do and I did not have my toys to pleasure me. Everyone was asleep, the house was pretty full, but I knew he was sleeping downstairs in the basement on the floor. My mom had given him a blanket.



I tried sipping some wine to ease my horniness yet it was no use. The cold night air was not relieving my hunger for him.



I crept down the balcony stairs down to the first level, quietly to wake no one up. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I just wanted to watch him… see if he was asleep.



I snuck inside the glass sliding doors. Saw him across the room sleeping in the dark. He was on the floor. Poor baby, wished I could make him more comfortable.

There was a blanket sitting on the pool table, I took it and quietly sat beside him. I sat there for many moments letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, city lights from outside illuminated his beautiful brown face. He looked so calm with pleasant purity, his big orgasmic lips slightly parted. He was on his back.
I felt this sudden need to be close to him, that I could just sleep next to him all night would be enough to fulfill my raging desires. That maybe he might wake up and put his arm around me… to just feel his touch.



I lay beside him gently, on my side. Suddenly my pussy began throbbing in full intensity. I gently squeezed my outer thigh and ass cheek, massaging it in circular motions. Slapping the material against my flesh quietly, I felt the delightful vibrations of my thighs and ass awake my clitoris into a blazing and throbbing sensation.



A moment of clarity, fear, excitement, adrenalin rush – what was I doing? What if I got caught? I sat myself up, peered down at his face. He was still sound asleep.



I slipped my hand slowly down my sweat pants, over my pussy, my wrist pressing against my clit. My finger lapping up the small wet drip and its hot juices, I shoved my finger into my tight yearning hole. Pulled it out and gazed down at his face, and those big, soft orgasmic lips.  I gently smeared my finger over his lips, feeling how soft and slippery they became, then tasted the rest for myself. He stirred! In a fast two seconds of me freezing like a deer caught in headlights, I watched him automatically lick his lips and become still.

The excitement raced through my body! He unknowingly tasted my pussy!



I played more with my saturated pussy, sucked on my finger, and smeared my pussy juices against his lips once more. And in the heat of the moment I bent over him, my hair brushing over his face. My tongue licked his mouth – he did not wake up!



I gently removed his blanket away from his chest. His one hand was against his side, and the other up by his head. The thrill had me so wet I could feel both sides of my thighs slippery and damp against the material of my pants. I slowly slid my pants off, breathing heavy, trying to control myself to not make any sounds. Just in case family walked in on me, I took away his blanket and covered my lower bare body with it. My gaze rested on his soft bulge awaiting me inside his loose boxer shorts. I glanced back up at his face… so vulnerable and peaceful… still asleep. I touched his thigh gently, to see if it would wake him up – it didn’t. Slapped his thigh a little, still didn’t awake. He was a deep sleeper. 

I resisted an impulse to lick his bulge covered in those shiny black boxer shorts, the material looked so smooth. But I thought better of it, still paranoid family might walk in on me. I slowly but firmly rested my hand on top of his dick, feeling the warmth of skin through his satin material bring me to ecstasy, peering up at his face – he stirred. I froze with my hand in place.



I turned my hand touching the length of his dick. The bottom of my palm cupped where his balls might be, and I faced his sleeping face. My hand on the warmth of his dick filled me with orgasm, pleasure raced through every inch of my body. I massaged his warm soft dick beneath the satin. Traced the outline of it with my fingers. Felt the warmth beneath the silky smooth textured boxers, and the slight moistness of his sweat during sleep. I cupped his mound in my hand, rubbing it, feeling my hand mold to fit its roundness, feeling the soft lump beneath my hand begin to harden and form.



He stirred. I was so pleasured knowing he was hard beneath my hand, unknowingly, unwillingly. I could see his eyelids fluttering, I could see him lick his lips, his breathing became harder. I pleasured him more. His head went to one side, his eyes still closed. He was still asleep. His head turned back to center position, then back to the side as he was pleasured during his sleep. His eyes fluttered open.



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