I slide my hands down fromher shoulder to the length ofher arms all the way to herwrist she was gripping tightlyon the edge of the platform. Ilifted her wrist and hold herhands sliding my palm underher palm. We hold each otherhands with fingers tangled infingers, she hold my hand sotight and so did I like wewere drowning in the waveof lust and desire for havingeach other, holding so tightto keep together yet pushingback if we could stop whereit was leading us to.Fastening the grip as wepushed our self more closernow, we didn’t wanted it tostop and that’s for sure. Shewas now breathing so heavy.I looked down her neck,down to her chest and herbreast covered in her tanktop. They were raising withevery deep breath she take.I released her right hand andplaced my right hand aroundher waist. And pulled hercloser. Holding tight I roseher top to feel the bare skinof her waist. I caressed mypalms gently all over herbally and fisting the grip,pulling her more closer. Myleft hand still holding. I slowed my breathing down and dispelled my fantasies.When I came back about twenty minutes later, Ray’s beer was half empty and he seemed to be just about done.He gave me a worried look; he probably thought the panting was from a panic attack or something. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Sometimes I just get a little . . . Warm.” I said, choosing my words carefully on purpose. I gave him a seductive smile and left the room again, deciding to just lounge on the couch and watch a bit of TV.Another half hour or so passed before he emerged from the computer room.“All done,” he announced. I got up from the couch and said my thanks to him.“If you want, you could stick around for a bit,” I offered. He just shook his head, saying something about upgrading his RAM or something. He got too into tech talk for me to understand anymore. I gave him another hug and he left.No sooner than he was gone did I jump on my computer. Everything loaded super fast, and the internet was up in the blink of an eye. I.
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