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Off The Wall

... top. At least, that was my intention. As I reached for the box, she reached out and caught my hand. I was more than a little bit startled by this action, and I pulled back my hand as if I had been burned. This unbalanced her, and she fell toward me. She fell into my arms, and as I caught her, we fell onto the bed. After the fact, I often wondered what really had happened. At the time, I was stunned beyond thinking, but I know what I felt! I felt a solid woman of soft heated flesh lying on top of me. Her skin was warm and soft and she smelled of rose water and desire. Her pert little breasts with their aroused nipples were pressed into my chest in a very nice way. Her very blue eyes were wide with passion as she reached between us and lifted the head of my cock to her swollen folds. She tried to keep those eyes locked on mine as she thrust back and impaled herself, but as she hit bottom, her pussy clamped down on my cock, and her eyes closed as her orgasm took her. I was suffering sensory overload, and my orgasm raced to catch up with hers. With two quick thrusts, I began to pump my hot cum into her depths, and she cried out. Her spasms redoubled themselves and she thrust back against me to push herself over the top again. I held her and caressed her naked back as we both relaxed to recover. When she spoke, it was in the same quiet voice, but with an odd accent. "I never thought I would feel this again," she said. "Who are you?" I asked. I tried to lift my head and turn to ...

... see the painting, but she caught my chin. Shaking her head, she said, "Don't even think to look there. This is real, and this is what matters." I nodded my agreement, and somehow I lost the urge to look that way. Through the rest of the night, I never did. "My name is Frances," she said. "I am as amazed by this as you are. I know a lot about you, so I should tell you about me. I was born in Akron, Ohio in 1889. My family moved to Oak Park near Chicago in 1900. I knew your great-grandmother quite well. We attended college together, and we were in the same art classes. It was a hoot when she asked me to model for my painting, although my parents were scandalized. Sadly, my life ended not long after she completed it. Maybe I will tell you about that some time. "I don't know how I came to rest in my painting. I first became aware of my surroundings when your great-great-grandmother tried to have me destroyed. She convinced some other student to do the deed. He saw me as you did earlier, and I convinced him to keep me. I also led him to your great-grandmother, and influenced him to marry her. She was so pleased to have the painting back that she allowed him to hang it in a bedroom at their house. "Her son used to fantasize about me, but I could not reach him. When he inherited my painting, he hung it in his home office. I am sorry to say that I am one of the smaller reasons that your grandparents became divorced. When your uncle was younger, I could hear his thoughts, and answer ...