Table-top experiment - Sex Stories

Table-top experiment

... the modified ream of paper against the drywall. Without warning her, I place my right hand across her back. With my left hand under her knees, begin to move her body into position. I set her head down on the make-shift pillow, and place her legs on the table. “Yes! My calculations were correct! She fits!” I say to myself, in Back to the Future ’s Doc Brown’s voice. “Of course she fits, it’s a six-foot desk and she’s only five-foot-nine.” “Jack, what am I doing in this position?” the confused and horrified Sarah asks. “Shhh. Just relax. You asked me to enjoy your body. That is exactly what I’m going to do.” I answer her as I pick up her hands, gently feeling them. I place them in a mummy-like configuration on her shoulders. Then I sit in my chair, take it to its lowest position, and start to take in the view. From my central position, I scan to the right. I imagine that her white blouse is a dried up salt lake. It is punctuated by regular large sapphire boulders. I get to her elbows blocking the view of the twin peaks. I slowly scan back over her blouse picking up on the creases in the soft fabric. I cross over to a flat landscape. The colour is now deep navy blue. The texture is more robust. There is a small mound before being mirror-flat. Towards the end there are two small hills represented by her knees. The pencil skirt finishes; revealing some flesh for the first time. The legs are like two towering parallel mountains enclosing a valley. White socks cover both her ...

... ankles. Due to her recovering twisted ankle, she wears ‘school-girl’ style shoes. I promptly remove those for her. She reacts positively to my advances. I place a quarter-full glass of water on her pubic area. She looks confused, and then I tickle the bottom of her foot. The glass moves wildly in the simulated earthquake, but doesn’t topple. I remove her socks, and tickle again. Next, I drag my fingernail up her ankle along her shin. After bending her leg at the knee, I admire and feel her calf muscle. With her legs flat again, I tuck her skirt between her thighs making a valley. I get to her blouse where I expose some skin. I gently massage her flat slightly muscular stomach. I find a pencil eraser in my drawer. So, I dip my hand into her underwear about 2 inches deep. The pencil eraser goes in. It’s acting as the centre pole of a tent. Through the gap, I see her pussy. I place an ice-cube few inches above her pubic triangle. I instruct her to manoeuvre the iceberg to her pussy lips without using her hands. As she contorts and squirms, the ice cube hits its target. We both giggle. Her knees receive a gentle massage. Afterwards, my left hand goes up her tight skirt. My forearm is parallel to her legs; I’m up to my elbow up her garment. I reach her panties. I hook their crotch and start to gently tug on them. After a minute or so, I have her high-cut briefs in my hand. I try to have a feel through her skirt, but the material is too thick and I don’t get the detail I need. I get her ...