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Love with Unknown
Person Afar
He sat at a desk
in the darkened classroom of his architecture class, viewing
on the wall the projected slide of a large, beautiul temple in
a minor town
in the south of India, with mountains rising in the distance,
and town
apartments sprawled around the temple. The professor noted that
the
photographer took the photo from the roof of a nearby cheap hotel.
He
imagined himself on the roof of that hotel, observing the town,
and all the
somewhat decrepit buildings who had been captured in the photo
along with the
temple.
His attention drawn
to the buildings surrounding the temple, he was taken by
the shabbiness that, in contrast with the exquisite temple, emphasized
their
this-worldliness. Looking at a building not quite adjoining
the temple, he
saw the face of a figure, which. when he paid closer attention,
was the face
of a young teenaged woman. He wondered if she realized that
day, early in
the morning, that her image would be captured and magnified,
captured and
transported to the classroom where he sat in contemplation of
it.
The lecture turned
into a dull monotonous drone, and in the classroom
completely darkened except for the image of the slide, his thoughts
began to
wander as he was drawn into the image and the woman he saw.
He wondered how
she would feel if she knew he were thinking of her. He
wondered how she would feel if he were beside her that morning
as she woke
and looked out the window. If she woke to find him lying next
to her,
running his fingers through her long, jet black hair, or feeling
the softness
of her cheeks and neck with his wet lips, running his fingers
along the soft
curves of her body and bellybutton. He imagined lying behind
her as she
slept on her side, running an arm around her, underneath her
neck, through
her soft hair, and letting his hand rest cupping a breast. He
felt the
gentle heaving of her chest as she slowly took her sleeping breaths,
her
chest gently heaving, rubbing her nipple back and forth against
his hand,
slowly getting hard as it did so. He rolled her over and pulled
the sheet
off of her body, surprised to find her fully naked, her beautiful
body and
tits and pubic hair innocently displayed on her sleeping body.
He ran a hand
between her legs, pulling them slightly apart as he felt his
dick rise in his
jeans. She began to rouse, breathing erratically, her eyelids
starting to
flicker. He places his lips on hers, sucking gently, running
his tongue in
and out of the wetness of her sweet mouth. At first she was
seized with
surprise, her muscles jerking below him as she woke to find him
there. At
first she started to pull away and close her legs, but as his
finger pushed
into the dripping wet mound of her pussy, she let out a small
moan, half
pleasure, half surprise, and let him push it all the way in.
He kissed her
harder, deeper, grabbing a tit, fondling it, feeling his dick
grow rock hard.
One finger, two fingers... her cunt was extremely tight but dripping
wet, and
her moans, growing ever louder, let him know she was thrilled.
He rolled
over between her legs and took his dick out of his jeans, and
pushed the head
of his dick into her hairy wet mount. He let out a gasp of delight
as just
the tip of his dick enjoyed the sensations of the wetness of
her pussy and
the fuzziness of her hair. He grasped her shoulder with one
hand, and laid
the other arm across the side of her body, grabbing a tit as
he raised his
ass and prepared to shove his dick into her pussy. He thrusted
it in
inch by inch into the excruciatingly tight pussy, her juices
dripping all
over him. As she moaned and gasped louder and louder, he kissed
her hard and
used his tight grip to shake her body for emphasis. When his
dick was all
the way in, he thrusted into her as hard as he could, stretching
her pussy to
its thrillingly pleasurable limits. Fuck after fuck, her moans,
her tight
cunt, her hot juices, her inflated, hard nippled, her moans,
turned him on
more and more, and when he finally came, her tight cunt sucked
every last bit
of cum out of his body as he gasped and heaved, feeling her soft
hair against
his body, her soft tits, her sweet lips and skin... he fucked
her and fucked
her as he came, breathing in every bit of her womanhood as he
filled her cunt
deep with cum.
He rolled off her,
thoroughly satisifed, calm, relaxed, and looked into her
eyes. He couldn't speak to her, of course, not knowing the dialect
of the
region... but, his arms around her, running up and down her belly,
over her
tits, her hairy mound, and occasionally into her dripping pussy,
he looked
into her deep brown loving eyes, and they smiled. |