The Writers Workshop – Part 2

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When she and her sister Trisha got back from visiting her folks, she called me that Monday night. “Hi Hank. Are we still on for Wednesday?” “Without a doubt,” I replied. “How are your parents?” “Great. It was a really nice visit. How was your weekend?” “Very relaxing. I spent my time writing and editing, and seeing what I should read to you.” “I thought you were going to read what you are currently working on.” “I thought about it and the more I thought, the more I came to the conclusion that I want to hold off on that for a while. It really isn’t ready yet. Okay?” “Sure Hank, whatever you think is best. Can I tell you something that might upset you?” “I guess so, but what could be so bad that you’d be worried I’d get upset?” “Well, on the flight out there I was thinking about you and us and I really couldn’t say anything to my mom, she would just freak. And anyway, it was killing me to say something to someone, so during the flight home, I told Trisha about you.” “Hell Lisa, she already knows about me. She was there, remember?” “No, I mean I told her what we did together and how you made me cum three times. I told her how big you are and that we’re getting together again this week.” “Okay, I guess. I mean are you two that close that you felt like you needed to tell her?” “Yeah, we’re pretty close. Besides, like I said, I was just busting to tell someone what we did and how you made me feel.” “Do you mind if I ask what her response was?” “She seemed genuinely happy for me, for us, and she said she wasn’t surprised at all. She was quite emphatic about being anxious to see you for our nude reading next month.” “I’m looking forward to it too.” “In fact,” Lisa continued, “she wants me to invite those who want to be there to bring their significant others or lovers. She said that Jim couldn’t wait to get home and said he was all over her on the way home. He couldn’t stop touching her and she said she got so excited, she went down on him while he was driving.” “Lucky Jim. Are you going to make the offer? To invite significant others?” “I suppose so. I’m very uncomfortable with the thought of being naked in front of strangers though. I’ve never done anything like that before.” “I tell you what,” I said, “let’s see how it goes on Wednesday and then, on the weekend, if you’re free and don’t mind, let me take you to a nudist colony that’s about 30 miles from us. You’ll see how comfortable the people are and just how relaxing it can be. What do you say?” “Let me think about it, okay? I’m not saying no, because I’d love to be with you this weekend, but can I tell you Wednesday?” “Absolutely.” “Great. Okay, let me get off the phone. I have to unpack and do some laundry. I can’t wait to see you.” “I can’t wait to see you too Lisa. Take care.” I started thinking about Lisa’s incredible body. Her beautiful blond hair, her thin lithe figure, her long legs and flat tummy, her fabulous tits and her excitable nipples. The way her nipples would puff up when she was excited, excited me too. The way her mound would swell and the way she opened to me completely was exquisite. The way her juices flowed freely. Her aroma. Her taste. Just thinking about her had me stroking myself to release again. I had not told her how many times I jacked off thinking about her over the weekend. I had not told her how much I wanted to taste her lips, how much I wanted to excite her, how much I wanted şişli escort to fuck her again. She would know my desire, my lust soon enough. When Wednesday arrived, I was ready. I was clean shaven, all over, and freshly showered. I had my story printed out, two large beach towels for us to sit on and a great bottle of merlot in a handbasket. The directions to her home were spot on and easy to follow. In fact, we lived only a mile or so apart. I rang the doorbell with a little trepidation that she might just back out of this given her fear or reluctance to be nude. My worries were quickly alleviated when she opened the door wearing a tracksuit with the jacket opened pretty far, revealing much of her chest. “Hi there handsome,” she said throwing her arms around my neck. “Welcome to my humble abode.” Her lips met mine and it was electric. She was so soft and sweet. Lisa had a faint aroma of lemon in her hair, the product of her shower. The taste of wine was on her lips and tongue. Our bodies melted into each other as we molded ourselves together, chest to chest, crotch to crotch. If it were not for the handbasket, I would have picked her up by the ass and walked her inside. Lisa broke our kiss, grabbed my shirt and pull me inside, closing the door behind me with her other hand. “Come on, the pasta is going to get soggy,” she said turning and walking toward what I presumed was the kitchen. As she walked, I heard the zipper of her top finish its journey down and she let it slip off her shoulders. She tossed it on a nearby chair and continued walking. Smiling I said, “You really want to get started don’t you?” “You have no idea! I came home from work yesterday and spend the night naked just to try it out. It was so wonderful. I’ve never done that before. I was wet all night long!” I continued walking behind her and followed her into her kitchen. She went to the stove and took a pot off it to the sink, dumping the contents into a strainer. She turned to look at me and said, “Well, don’t just stand there looking at me, make yourself useful. Put that basket on the counter and get out of those clothes.” “Alright, but slow down, we have all night if you want.” “I do want! But, don’t get the wrong idea, it isn’t so much that I want to be naked with you, well, that’s not true, I do want to be naked with you, but I am a little bit fearful that I’ll back out of this if we don’t just get started. Being naked excites me, but it also scares me a little. I’ve never done anything like this before.” I began unbuttoning my shirt and watched her dump some gravy onto the pasta. She stirred it along with my emotions. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she stirred, half watching what she was doing and half watching me. I peeled off my shirt and undershirt, undid my belt and zipper. I could feel myself beginning to get excited as I disrobed in front of my Athena. Only my Athena was no virgin. Lisa started placing the pasta on plates as I peeled off my socks, pants and shorts. She was finishing the garnish on the dishes and had one in each hand when I got on my knees behind her and started to lower her track suit pants. I heard the dishes clanking onto the counter. I wanted the lowering of her pants to be a slow process, so when they cleared her hips, I placed my hands on her skin and just started pushing them down, sliding my hands down her frame inch by slow inch. She wore şişli escort bayan nothing under them, causing my heart to beat faster and faster. I made a set of imaginary lines from her waist to her heels and kissed each inch of her skin as it was exposed. She placed her feet about shoulder width apart and leaned on the counter on her elbows. As her pants moved below her ass I continued to kiss down each line I had made. She was swollen already and beginning to show some glistening. A faint aroma of her sex entered my nostrils and exited me. Lisa’s long toned legs were beautiful to see stripped of their covering; Lean muscles covered by soft tight skin. What a treat for my lips. I kissed behind her left knee and then her right. She buckled and came crashing down on my back. We both collapsed to the floor, laughing hysterically. “That’s not the way it was supposed to go,” I said when I finally got enough control. “Oh damn,” she responded still laughing, “are you okay?” “Of course. Here, sit and let me get these off you.” Lisa sat on the floor, leaned back on her elbows and let me finish taking her pants off. She was an absolutely stunning vision of perfect beauty. Her blond hair flowed gracefully, cascading to her shoulders. Beautiful ears with lobes decorated with diamond studs. Remarkable blue eyes glistened in the kitchen light with laughter and excitement as they gazed back at me. Her celestial nose rode gracefully above pouty sensual lips. Lisa’s brilliant smile highlighted her strong jaw. And her neck; her long sinewy neck dropped to perfectly covered collarbones. Two small bumps topping her chest. A chest adorned with small faultlessly sculpted breasts, each topped with puffing areolas and tipped with small superb nipples. I could count her ribs on each side leading down to abs that showed she worked hard at maintaining them. They descended into a vee shaped flat tummy pointing to her already puffy and hairless mons, slightly reddened, containing her labia and her hidden wet valley of desire. Space separated Lisa’s legs as though never wanting anything to be in the way of the pleasure she deserved. The toned, shapely muscles descended to her knees, shins and petite feet with long beautiful toes capped with adorable pink nails. “What?” she asked as I completed my inventory of her perfectness. “I’m sorry,” I said blushing slightly, “I just couldn’t help looking at how stunning you are. My God, Lisa, you are absolutely beautiful. No, beautiful doesn’t adequately to you justice. You are… perfect in every way.” “Oh cut it out. You don’t have to sweet talk me,” she said getting to her feet. “I’m not,” I said standing. “Wow, look at you. Have you been touching yourself without me?” she said indicating my half hard manhood. “No, just being here with you, looking at you, you excite me.” “Well, won’t that be great during the reading.” “It’s only natural. I would expect that the ladies will be wet too if my story’s any good.” “Really?” “Why not,” I replied. “In fact, I think we should encourage everyone, sometime during the reading, to touch themselves if they want. I mean, that’s kind of the object of writing Erotica, at least that’s my objective. I want to make people feel good enough and sexy enough to get excited.” “Well, I can tell you this, it works for me,” she exclaimed as her back turned toward me and she moved to pick up the plates. Moving mecidiyeköy escort behind her I wrapped my arms around her waist. My cock pointed down and nestled into her crack as I kissed her ear and whispered, “I’m so glad it does. That makes me very happy.” “I can tell it does,” she said wiggling her hips and ass slightly. She turned her face to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before continuing, “Now, before I drop these dishes, fall to my knees and ravish you, let’s eat, and I mean eat the meal, not each other!” I took the wine and towels from the basket, opened the wine and spread the towels on two of the chairs. The merlot went perfectly with her salad, pasta and homemade gravy. We sat next to each other at her kitchen table and spoke freely about our lives, our desires, dreams and goals. It seems that being nude with someone really helps in dropping any pretenses. It was very easy to speak from our hearts to one another. When we both had finished our meals, we cleared the table and moved into her den. I brought the printout and the towels with me. The towels were laid out on the sofa, covering the entire seating area before Lisa and I set our asses down. We sat at opposite ends of the couch facing one another. Her legs were crossed. I had one leg extended the length of the couch, almost touching her, and the other on the floor. I began reading the Swimming Teachers Can Be More Than Friends series to her. By the time I had finished the first installment, we had changed positions. From sitting opposite me, she had moved to laying on her side next to me between my leg and the back of the couch, her head on my shoulder and her arm thrown lazily across my stomach. I held her shoulder and pulled her tight to my skin. Her closeness and warmth had caused my cock to start twitching and growing all on it own. By the end of the second part, Lisa began kissing my chest and massaging my abs, combing her fingers through the little hair that I had on my chest and stomach. She had moved one of her legs under mine and had tucked my thigh tightly into her crotch. My totally turgid tummy whacker was as hard as ever, seeking, but receiving no attention other than an occasional bump of Lisa’s hand. Just as I starting into the part of the story where Fran and I begin swimming in the nude at her home, Lisa’s hand moved to my cock. Her strokes were long, slow and deliberate. Her fingers and palm encased my steely rod. “I think you are enjoying reading this as much as I am listening to it,” Lisa said. I stopped reading, put the pages aside and lifted her chin. Looking into her beautiful eyes, I covered her lips with mine and closed out the world. Her warmth, her taste and her touch would arouse me forever. We both began breathing a little harder as our ardor for each other grew. Breaking the kiss I said, “With you at my side, I think I would be just as hard reading Moby Dick, no pun intended.” “Do you always get like this when you read? It happened last week when you read to the group too.” “Well, when I write or read erotica, I almost always get aroused to one extent or another, but with your body next to mine, flesh to flesh, how could I not get hard?” “How are you going to handle it when we get together at Amanda’s house? I mean we’re all going to be nude, or at least some of us will and you’re going to sit there with this massive erection and not be embarrassed?” “I thought that while I was reading, you might want to handle it for me.” “No way I’m even going to be near you that night. Here,” she said taking my hand, “feel how wet you’re making me just sitting here.” She wasn’t kidding either.

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