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Amanda

 

It was late on a Thursday night. Amanda was arriving home from a date with
her fiancée that went everything but well. The ominous thunderstorm and
fierce winds that ravaged her body as she stepped out of the taxi cab only
served as a further annoyance to the already ruined night. She mumbled a
few words to herself as she began walking up the stairs to her apartment on
the third floor, words like "Stupid son-of-a-bitch," and the sort. She
reached her apartment and let herself in to find that Thomas had already
made several calls and left messages each time. She walked by the answering
machine and pressed the erase button, not listening to the messages and
whispering a faint "Fuck you Tom," to the machine.
She held back tears, tears from the worst fight she could ever have
imagined having with her fiancée. She ran her fingers through her long,
shoulder length, brunette hair, realizing it, as well as she was still
soaking wet from the rain. She got up to undress when her eyes brushed by
her engagement ring and there she began to cry and became angry. She walked
in front of her body mirror and stared at herself. "Who needs him.." she
muttered. She slowly ran her hands up and down her figure, circling her
breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. "I can take care of myself."
She made herself a glass of wine and put on soft music and returned to her
place in front of the mirror. She smiled at herself in the mirror, running
her hands around her body, until she reached the zipper on the back of her
tight lace dress. She kicked off her shoes and slowly unzipped her dress,
letting the shoulder straps slacken and fall around her shoulders as the
dress got looser. She didn't fight the looseness of her dress and let it
fall around her ankles, then slowly stepped out of it. She picked it up and
held it to her bare stomach letting the rain soaked garment press up against
their moist body, then she threw it aside.
She teasingly watched herself in the mirror as she then unfastened her bra
and threw it with the dress in an obscure corner. Her breasts were firm and
tight, her nipples fully erect from wearing tight, wet clothes. She took
advantage of this by squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples,
sending a very sharp pain waving thorough her body. She smiled and licked
her lips at herself in the mirror as she continued to tease her breasts and
nipples. Suddenly her head shot to the side as the telephone began ringing.
She walked over to the phone half naked and unplugged it from the wall.
"I'm busy Thomas," she sneered in a mocking tone. She briefly sat on the
couch to remove her panty hose before assuming her place in front of the
mirror again.
She played with her hair, still wet, running it along her nipples, making
them even stiffer before using one hand to reach down and tease her clit
outside her panties. She noticed a growing wetness beneath her panties and
began to smell a familiar smell. Her smell. She slid her hand under her
panties and rubbed small circles around herself while pinching her nipples
with the other hand. Finally, she removed the panties and moved to the
couch. She laid down, her damp body on the warm couch, flung a leg over
the side, and with two fingers, entered herself. She moved in and out of
herself, gently and slowly at first, then fiercely and quickly until she
came all over her fingers. With this, she placed her fingers in her mouth
and licked her juices off them. She went down for more when there was an
impatient knock at the door.
"Amanda, it's me... can I come in?"
"Jesus Tom," she yelled." Do you have any idea what time it is? Hold on.."
she then said impatiently.
She threw on a robe and answered the door. Thomas stood there in front of
the door, completely soaked as the storm still raged outside. He had a sad,
apologetic look on his face and a red rose in his hand that was bent and
damaged from the weather. One look at him and her heart melted.
"Come in honey," she said with a sad undertone. She led him into the
apartment and locked the door behind him.
"Oh, here," he said offering the damaged rose.
She smiled, "Thank you sweetie, it's beautiful," she said as she placed it on the table.
"Look," he started, "I'm so so sorry Amanda. I.... "
"I know, I know," she said quickly, placing her hand on his.
They looked at each other and as their eyes met, their eyes apologized.
With this Thomas coughed a little, still soaked. "Oh.. how rude of me, let
me get you some towels," Amanda said, rushing off to find some.
Thomas looked around the apartment looking for a place to sit when he
noticed her clothes sitting in a pile in the corner of the living room. He
walked over to them, picked them up and smiled. Then he noticed a smell
familiar to him on her panties. Stronger than he knew it usually was. Her
smell. He walked dripping in to the bedroom holding her underwear.
She turned the corner from the bathroom and jumped, "Tom, I didn't hear you
come in the room."
He smiled and dangled her panties, "Starting with out me?" he asked in a mocking voice.
"Tom I... I mean... listen... "
"No you listen," he interrupted. "Take off your engagement ring."
"What!?" she asked startled.
"Your engagement ring," he said, "take it off and put it on the dresser."
Amanda dropped the towels, confused as she did what Thomas said. "I don't
understand Tom... I mean I know we fought.. but..."
"I want it off," he said, "so we don't accidentally break it."
No sooner than he said that did loud thunder fill the room. She looked at
him inquisitively. He walked up to her and swiftly removed her robe leaving
her buck naked in the bedroom. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to
him. She gasped, a little shocked, but strangely to her, under his control.
He grinned before fiercely kissing her, his hands roving and squeezing her
body, breasts, nipples, ass and cunt. As his hand reached between her legs
he pushed her on the bed and leapt on top of her, shoving two fingers
inside her pussy. She rolled her eyes and moaned loudly. He continued
kissing her as he slid his fingers in and out of her.
She sat him up and took off his shirt, noticing that his nipples were hard
from the rain as well. She quickly placed her mouth over them and sucked as
her hands worked his lower half of clothes. A short time later they were
both completely undressed. She lay him down and played with his cock until
it was hard. Then she gently kissed it, licking in small circles, stroking
with her hands, until she wrapped her lips around his shaft and took him
all in. Thomas's eyes shut and he moaned softly. She started working faster
and faster on him, bobbing her head up and down, sucking his hard cock like
she'd never get the chance to again.
He stopped her soon after and pulled her up by the hair until she was lying
across the bed. He grabbed her leg and shoved it up, spreading her legs and
crawled on top of her. She licked her lips at him as he grabbed her waist,
found her cunt with the head of his cock and thrust in with no teasing, no
warning, just force. She gasped, and he began pumping in and out of her,
fast, firm, and passionate. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter the
harder he fucked her and her sounds became louder and louder as their two
bodies slammed against each other making a slapping sound. Amanda's arms
flailed as Thomas fucked her harder and harder, knocking things off the
nearby night stand. Her fingers dug into the covers and into Thomas's back,
drawing blood and making him push harder. She wrapped her legs around his
waist and helped push him in, screaming as she neared orgasm. Thomas
grabbed her breasts very hardly, making her wince as they continued
grinding, twisting, fucking. Amanda's eyes slammed shut, "Yes!! Ohh Yes!!
Oh Thomas... Fuck me... fuck me!!"
At the sound of that Thomas's eyes too slammed shut, a brief moment of
silence and Amanda let out a scream to the words "OH GOD YES!" At that
exact moment she felt a popping feeling as Thomas moaned loudly and came
inside her, his cum hitting her g-spot causing her back to arch as the
orgasm was prolonged. Then he slid out of her, their juices mixing,
dripping off him. Amanda reached a hand down and collected some, tasting it
and sharing with him.
The rain continued, but the only water on their bodies now was sweat. They
curled up next to each other... "You know Thomas," Amanda said, slipping
her ring back on, "we should fight more often."
Thomas smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Already ahead of you," he
said, "I was planning on fighting again tonight."