Must Read: 24 Hours (18+)..Part 1

“Oh yes, shopping.” I repeat with a smile.
Together we leave the alley, and pause at a
street vendor’s stand. After purchasing some
lemonade, we share the sweet and tart
beverage, while strolling down the sidewalk.
Coming to a rest, we look at a reflection of
ourselves in one of the shop windows. Gazing at
his reflection, I take in his strong features and
confidence. Staring back at me is a man, so full
of life and love. A caring person who made a
wish and somehow fate stepped in, allowing it
to take place. My gaze travels down to our
hands, noticing how his is curled on top of
mine, protecting me, sheltering me, showing a
sense of ownership. With each pulse of my body
I can feel the need to keep us in this time and
place. Neither one of us wants our 24 hours
end, but we know it will, and we know it must.
Moving on we continue to walk past people and
shops. Each one smiling at us as if
acknowledging us as a matched set. I know that
he is my soul mate and that somehow and for
some unknown reason we were not allowed to
find each other through normal means. Feeling
his gentle pull of my hand we move into inside
one of my favorite shops. “Oh how wonderful,”
the spark of excitement sounds in my voice. He
chuckles, opens the door and follows in behind
me.
The wind brings a mixture of melodies to my
ears as it stirs the windchimes, spread
throughout the room. Taking in the different
colors and shapes, as well as all the different
musical notes playing in the air, I sigh happily.
He has touched my heart by bringing me here.
He has remembered one of my many passions.
Silently we move through the displays. Our
hands softly stir the windchimes. Closing my
eyes I hear each different note. My fingers stir
the bars and strings. As sunlight pours through
the window, rainbows are formed. They dance
across the walls, floors and my lover’s body. The
beautiful colors shimmer and shine bringing a
sense of peace to the room. Sliding from one to
the other I gaze over them, pausing beneath a
beautiful glass blown chime. A star, about the
size of my palm, rests at the top. Suspended
from it are various shapes and sizes of more
stars. Looking at the tag and reading its title;
Wishes. I realize we must have this one.
Bringing it down, placing it in my lover’s hands
and he smiles his agreement. He too knows the
meaning of the chime’s name. We move
together, pay for our purchase, return to the
sunny street and head towards the clothing
shop.
My memory recalls what had transpired early
this morning. The arousing state of my lover
had spilled over into the alley. Being made love
to, with the brick wall pressed against my
Bosom, will be one of many enjoyable
memories. Closing my eyes I breath in the faint
scent of our S#xual release. The tingles and
shivers he had given me run through my body
again. Sensing his eyes on me, he too knows
what I am thinking. Pulling me close to him, his
lips touch mine in a hard and heated kiss. My
fingers curl in his hair. His tongue slides
forecefully against mine making me give him
possession of my mouth. His teeth tug, and pull
at my bottom lip. Sucking it with firm pressure.
“Oh god,” I moan against his onslaught of
desire. My legs weaken from his touch. He pulls
my hips closer against him. His passion for me
stirs once more. My mind races. I only have him
for this moment. How will this moment ever be
enough? Pushing deeper against his tongue, I
can feel the driving force to stop time time. I
know I don’t have that power. Slowly our kiss
calms, his forehead presses against mine.
“Ahhh.. my sweet,” he sighs. Together we
continue on our way to the shop.
We step in, shuffling back and forth. Many
hangers and folded bundles of clothes surround
us. Noticing that he is looking at various items
of clothing, I continue to pass over things.
Jumping slightly, his hand startling me as it cups
my left butt cheek. He pulls my hips against his
pelvis. “Try this one.” He passes around a lovely
blue summer dress. Even without trying it on it
will be the perfect fit. My fingers slide over the
soft material and rich color. Standing on my
toes I press a kiss upon his cheek, asking him to
wait for me. He agrees. I move off to the back
of the store, glancing back, seeing him thumbing
through a catalog. Sensing my stare, he nods his
head, urging me to proceed. Rolling my eyes at
his impatience, I close the curtain, blocking his
or anyone else’s prying eyes.
Looking at the reflection in the mirror I see a
flushed faced woman. So full of giddiness and
sparkle, as she spends a day with her love.
Quicky lifting the ruined blouse, I gaze at my
Tips. Flat now compared to the hard peaks they
had been earlier when we had made love. The
rosy buds begin to change and start showing
some arousal as my thoughts take shape.
Shaking off my growing desire I slip the belt
open, release the button and zipper of my skirt,
and slip it down my body. Laying both skirt and
blouse in a pile I step from my sandals. The
cold draft of air hits my Unclad skin. “I’m not
ready,” I say, knowing it is him. My body sensed
him, smelled him.
His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me
back. The soft texture of his shirt, the
coarseness of his shorts both rub against my
flesh. It seems extra sensitive as a hand splays
across my stomach and fingers slide against my
ribs. My head falls back against his shoulder.
Turning my lips to his, our mouths press gently
together. Tongues slide as each one marks the
other. Fingers dance along my sides bringing a
purr from my throat. His hands move along my
arms. He slips slowly around me, kissing my
neck. Gently he presses me down. My butt sits
down on the bench and my eyes darken as he
lowers himself to his knees.
Tilting my head back, my Buttocks scoots closer
to the edge of the bench. His fingers press
against my knees, opening my legs. Watching his
tongue slide along my inner thigh, goose-bumps
appear on my arms. Shivering, my legs spread
further apart. “Beautiful,” his voice whispers to
me. He reaches up to cup my Bosom. A slick
path from his tongue continues to trail up my
thigh. My Tip tingles as his fingers begin to roll it
between them. Biting my bottom lip to keep the
sounds of desire from escaping my body urges
him on. Pooling desire begins to ease itself from
my Kittycat. His tongue reaches out to taste one
small drop. Easing gently, he slides it along the
curls of my bush, lapping at my skin. Heat and
fire escape me as with each touch more passion
ignites. Running my fingers into his hair, I press
closer to his seeking mouth. Each stroke
continues to slide across me. Finally, he moves
his hand to part the wet lips of my s*x.
Looking into my eyes, he moves his tongue
between the folds. Sounds of his loving reach
my ears. Shifting my Buttocks to accomodate his
need, his tongue slides in deeper. The textured
muscle moves up and down my slit. My clit is
swollen with need. His teeth nibble gently at a
finger is slid between the moist lips. “Oh god!”
My body responds to his caresses, releasing
more fluid. My head moves right to left with
each lap of his tongue. I watch as he moves his
head back and forth on my s*x. A second finger
slides in with the first, both begin to slip and
slide along my walls. Passion pumps through my
veins. My hips thrust forward, bringing his
fingers and tongue deeper inside me.
Quickening the pace of his fingers more juice
covers him. Pushing deeper into me he feels the
soft fleshy walls, coaxing them to clasp around
his fingers. My lover moves the questing digits,
screwing them into me. His thumb works on my
clit, teasing and taunting it. His tongue slides
between my clit and the folds of my Kittycat.
His fingers seeking out the spot that will release
my darkest desires.
Each turn of his fingers cause mine to curl in his
hair. My hands move to the bench, lifting my
rear so his face can devour me. No longer can I
keep my eyes on him. Clenching them tightly
shut, my lip aching from the bite I have
continued to press on it. My sounds of release
are trapped behind my closed mouth. My
senses take over as he continues. Each pumping
of his fingers brings me closer to exploding. The
pressure of his tongue stroking and licking drives
me closer to the edge. A great precipe is where
my body hovers, waiting for that final drive of
force to take me over its edge.
I feel it. The first crash against the rocks of the
cliff wrack my body. Each slam of orgasm tenses
my muscles. My Buttocks lifts higher. He moves
one hand away from my Kittycat and cradles my
Buttocks, holding me to his face. Moving faster
he licks and sucks the juices that empty from
me. Blowing air into my Kittycat as he slides his
head back and forth. Tears form behind my lids
as the bite on my lip deepens. My body needs
release, needs to scream out his name. Wave
upon wave of sweet liquid flow from me,
passion rocks across my body. I can feel
something holding back. Lifting his head from
my wet Kittycat, he demands to me to give it
up, release to him everything. My mouth opens
and with the call of his name, my body finally
gives up the explosion of force that I had been
holding back. He thrusts harder. Sucks harder.
Drives harder into me. Calling my name
between his onslaught of war. “Oh! My God!!” I
scream and thrash as each blinding orgasm
shoots through me.
Feeling the kisses against my thighs, slowly my
body calms. My eyes refocus on his face, taking
in the moisture of our loving. His eyes dark with
desire for me, I pull his face up to mine. Our
lips kiss once more, the scent of me stirs my
body bringing a final little spasm to my loins. “I
love you,” he tells me.
Rising to his feet he strokes my hair and leaves
the dressing room. Sitting there, my mind in
awe, of the man who has brought me more joy
over the last few hours then I had ever known.
Breathing slowly, my body begins to take on its
normal state of rest. Though my hands shake
slightly, I pick up the blue dress. Standing, my
heavy passion filled arms lift the dress and slip
it over my body. Hands that don’t seem as if
they are mine slide down my frame and smooth
out the wrinkles. Looking into the mirror, a
woman stares back. Her hair is in tangels and
her mouth swollen and red. Her eyes sparkle,
her face flushed, her body shakes and her
heart, seen through the eyes of all who know
her will reflect the love of one man.
Exiting the shop, we move back towards my
home. My hand clenched in his. Our windchime
nestled safely in its box, my old clothes in a
bag, we arrive at the edge of my yard. Turning
towards me, his eyes rest on mine. “A nap my
love,” he says to me. Nodding my head, I agree.
Together we move back into my house. Slipping
the new dress from my body, I slide between
the covers. Watching him move about the room
as he pulls the curtains closed and removes his
clothing, my mind drifts over the day.“Not a long nap,” I tell him. “We only have so
many hours. I don’t want to use them all by
sleeping.” Sorrow shows in my face as I check
the clock. The ghostly, green glow of its
numerals scream at me; 12:30. His hand
reaches out to mine as he slips between the
blankets and pulls me close to him.
“Not long love. I promise. Just a short ‘cat nap’.”
His arms wrap around me. He places his hand
upon my head, tucking me under his chin and
against his chest. My eyes drift shut. My mind
focuses on the beat of his heart, as sleep over
takes us both.
To Be Continued…