Island Hideaway 47 - Just one last thing before I go
By Terrence Oblong
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The night before Mo left she came into my room during the night. I was asleep at this point but woke at the noise, woke at the noise of her removing her pyjamas and climbing into the bed next to me.
She didn't speak, or at least I don't remember any words. She unbuttoned my pyjama top and started nibbling my chest hair. After a while she unbuttoned my panama bottoms. My penis had already begun to unfurl by this stage and Mo cupped it into her mouth and gently pleasured it bigger.
When the penis was sufficiently grown, she clambered on top of it. Although I had hardly touched her she was soaking wet and the penis slipped into her easily and comfortably, like a pair of feet slipping into their favourite pair of slippers.
She began to move up and down, all the while saying nothing. She was illuminated by the moonlight (I never close my curtains, I prefer to wake gradually with the light of day rather than suddenly with the blare of an alarm) and I watched her breasts swaying as she rode. Her face was neutral, showing no pleasure, just full concentration, like a surgeon focussing on the key stage of an operation.
I tried to focus on nothing, blank my mind, to sustain whatever it was that was happening, but it had been a long time since I had been with a woman and in less time than I would have hoped I felt a gush of semen leaving my body.
At my orgasm Mo ceased her thrusts and climbed off me. I was expecting her to join me for a post coital cuddle, but she just stepped back into her pyjamas and left without saying a word, without so much as looking back at me.
I lay there for a long time analysing what had happened. In many ways, the whole experience lacked reality, like a dream, but my penis was still wet to touch and the memory was too vivid, too real. It hadn't been passionate love making, it had been something else, something entirely different. Eventually I understood. I checked for the lump at the back of my knee and, sure enough, it had gone.
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Did you mean pyjama bottoms?
Did you mean pyjama bottoms? (I don't mean to spoil the moment of passion - just wondered)
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