The Space Between - I - Intersecting - Sex Stories

The Space Between - I - Intersecting

... was going to come up, and was somewhat prepared. “Well … I don’t think I am someone who has “it all”, ” she said with a soft snort. Quietly, John said, “Tell me more.” The music of Citizen Cope played in the background. “OK, do you want my life in point form?” she joked. John sat down on the ottoman, his knee touching the edge of the loveseat where she lounged. His quiet patient energy soothed her normal erratic energy. He watched her. “I honestly do not think your life deserves a point form summary, Diane,” he said. She felt a little embarrassed. Of course she thought of herself in better terms, but her sarcasm was lost. She sounded like a moron. Collecting herself, she muttered, “I have to go to the washroom.” She got up and left the room. John was feeling that headway was being made and soon she would be relaxed enough to allow him to photograph more of her curves, that the shirt would soon be off or at least her body would be exposed. He had never met such a woman who was ……. He could not find the word or words. He was intrigued and just yearned to know more. Diane went to the washroom and while washing her hands, she told herself to relax. Reclaiming some sort of balance, she returned to the front room and found John lounging on the sofa. Beauty moved up to his eye and Diane smiled at him. John pointed to the window. Diane moved over and stood in front of it. The light was beautiful; her hair looking very dark like dark chocolate swirls and her shirt looked very faded. ...

... She rested her hands on the window pane. John got up and moved, capturing her fingers splayed out in support. He moved back again, lowering Beauty to the same height as the bottom of her shirt, finding the soft space between her thighs. Click. She turned slightly towards John, and John’s breath got stuck. Her shirt was unbuttoned and the gentle curve of her breast was just revealed. Click. Click. “Beautiful, Diane,” he whispered. Her breasts were not big nor were they small. They looked perfect; or at least the curve of the right one did. Diane grinned at him, knowing full well that Beauty now was locked onto something other than her eyes and mouth. Beauty caressed the valley and peeked into her collar bone area. Click. John said quietly, “Open your shirt just a little more, Diane.” She moved slightly and the gap appeared, exposing a small creamy-coloured lace front of a thong. Click. Diane turned around again to the window, and lifted the back of her shirt, exposing her ass. John laughed and Beauty took more pictures, quickly, before Diane changed her mind. John could now see her fun side, sensing that she was more relaxed. She moved from the window. She knelt down in front of the large ottoman, leaning on her elbows, looking directly at Beauty as John sat on the loveseat. Click. Her chin lowered and Beauty caught the top of her dark hair. Click. When she looked up at John, he caught the twinkle in her eyes and the V between the fronts of her shirt. The curve of her breasts ...