Disturbance

He followed her into the room.   What was she wearing?   A thin cotton blouse, loose fitting shorts  — with lace trimmings … possibly underwear — of some sort?    He had on a striped T-shirt, track-pants and running shoes.

He took her hand, he lent forward and kissed her ... she drew back.

 'You're a little forward aren't you,' she said.      

His left hand moved to her left breast, she held her breath; his right hand slide down between her tights — her whole body lifted ... just that little bit; their lips meet again, she held him close to her; his figures were a little inside her (now) her tongue circled his, her eyes were closed — his were open.

If she had comb her hair (before) it wasn’t now.

If I knew all the correct words to describe how she felt … I would (but I don’t know any) just she felt good; and so did he, the stiffening of his penis provide the point.

We all know that time can stand still, although none of us have actual witnessed it doing so.

‘You can stop that now,’ she asked.    He removed his figures … she removed her tongue, she removed her blouse and her shorts — with the lace trimmings; he his track-pants.     They were both wearing underwear of some sort (but not for long,)     

The timber bench on which she found herself was hard … a little uncomfortable; however not enough to complain about, nor to resit his attention to wards giving her one upon it.

‘You could remove your shoes,’ she said.

Why change a habit of  life time … he thought 

— So did not.

I could describe the room (to the reader) while (as) this loving making took place — if only to pace out time between the fore-play and the actual deed.     

From her position she counted fourteen tiles in one direction, and twenty-two in the other —making three hundred in total; a map of the world (laminated in plastic,) stuck to the wall by eight drawing pins (two red, two blue, the others green,) although she could make out many of the places on the map, she found it difficult to read — due the constant to and fro-ing.    

Here you can say time was not standing still — as it only took a matter of seconds before the actual deed was completed.

‘Was that as good for you … as it was for me?’ He asked.      

From where he lay he could see the black and whites floor tiles … in a patten similar to a chest-board (that took him back a year or two,) he always lost to his sister.    Not this time thought, he said to himself (although this had nothing to do with his sister or the playing of chest,) apart from a chest of another type was in play here.

'That's my phone ringing,' she said.    'I better answer it; it could be important,' she continued.

He watched as she slide off the table, landing on a black tile.     With the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder ... she pulled on her underwear and those loose fitting shorts — with the lace trimmings, followed by her blouse.      At the door she turned and waved goodbye.    

A whole paragraph could be written to described his feelings (at this moment) lets just say he felt fucked.

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