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“Alan, where are we going?”
“To the planetarium.”
“Um. it’s the middle of the night. Isn’t the planetarium closed?”
A mischievous grin. “Well, we won’t have to worry about it being crowded then, will we?”
We walked hand in hand through the still and starless night, a night almost as beautiful as she was. Not many women are flattered by overalls. Hardly any manage to make them look sexy. But on her…
“Um, Alan? Where did you get the key to the planetarium?”
“Hush beautiful.”
I led her into the planetarium itself, then left her just long enough to press a few buttons on the control console. She seemed about to ask another question when I silenced her with a kiss. Haunting music surrounded us as she finally relaxed in my arms. Her eyes closed, the tension left her and she seemed to melt against me. Points of light began to swirl around us as I pushed the straps of her overalls from her shoulders.
Her eyes came open at that, but I simply continued kissing her and the eventually closed again. My hands wandered her shoulders, back, hips and thighs, caressing her, freeing clothing as they went. This time her only response was a throaty sigh and a few slight movements to allow pieces of clothing to fall away.
After a time we neither bothered to measure nor even sense passing, she stood naked in my arms, a puddle of clothes beneath her. Our görükle escort kiss came to a lingering conclusion and she treated me to a smile at once warm, mischievous, loving, and intensely sexual. She was no longer the least bit confused about what I was up to.
She began to undo my belt, but before she’d made much progress, I backed her up a few steps and lowered her to one of the reclining viewing chairs. She sat up immediately, trying to pull my shirt from me, but I pressed her back down into the chair.
“Just watch the show my love.”
A bit frustrated, but willing to play along, she relaxed into the sofa-like chair and looked up at the domed ceiling above her. Points of light danced into constellations, then dissolved into a nebula of color. Comets streaked past planets that glided around stars. The music also began to build. No longer haunting, it took on an energy, a compelling rhythm that matched the pace of the projected heavens. Melodies as intricate as the lights above built, wove into each other, and dissolved.
During this time I was by no means idle. Satisfied that she had in fact settled back to watch, I kissed the hollow of her neck, then the valley between her breasts. My lips closed around one nipple as the tip of my tongue traced around it. I treated her other nipple similarly as my palm cupped the first.
After a time I reluctantly eskort bayan left her breasts to proceed lower. Light, teasing kisses traveled ever downward across her belly. My hands trailed along her thighs to her knees, gently parting them. Kisses lower and lower still, through the soft fur at the base of her belly, the even softer lips within.
As my tongue brushed her clit, I heard a gasp over the music. Her hands were suddenly on the back of my head, holding me to her. My own hands traveled up the delicious skin of her arms, pausing briefly at her breasts, then continuing up her shoulders, and back down her sides to rest on her hips, clutching them, holding her to me. All the while, my tongue and lips danced along her, over her, within her, building, building.
The music continued to build. By now the melody was lost in a heavy base beat. The relentless rhythm was at once frenzied and sensual, like the driving hips of rutting lovers. The lights had changed as well. Pinpoints of light expanded to intricate patterns, exploding into bursts of color. It was hypnotic. It made you feel as though you were moving, though you sat completely still. By itself it would have been breath taking. But she, of course, had other distractions.
By now my lips had settled around her clit, hot, slick and hard under my tongue. Alternating tip and flat, angle altıparmak escort and pressure, my rhythm ever matched the pounding of the music. Her grip on me tightened as two fingers found their way into her, twisting, searching, pressing, filling.
The muscles of her thighs began to quiver and tense. I could feel her clench around my fingers. Moans began to reach me over the music, through it, within it. Her hips began to buck so that I had to move around to stay with her. My fingers flew in and out of her as her hips thrust against them. My tongue, soft and strong on her sex pushed her ever higher, closer and closer to her peak.
She, the lights, and the music all reached a thunderous climax together: pulsing color, crashing drums, shuddering tension, then release.
The lights calmed gradually back to planets and constellations, progressing majestically across the sky. The music slowed over time back to slow tender melody. I crawled into the seat beside her, holding her hand in mine, watching her. Watching her breathing slow, her eyes move gently behind closed lids, the light sheen of sweat glowing in the reflected starlight.
I was still watching the rise and fall of her breasts when her eyes opened at last. “Mmmmm. thank you.”
I looked up to her smiling face, full of love and comfort. I shook my head slowly. Her smile was contagious. “Thank you.”
We lay there holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes for another delicious eternity.
“Alan?”
“Yes m’lady?”
“We should definitely come to the planetarium more often.”
A soft chuckle as I lowered my head to her shoulder.
“Indeed m’lady. Indeed.”
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