Saturday seduction: Lazy day - Erotica in prose

Please excuse the presentation of this post. I have been fighting to post my writings for three weeks as of today. The lines and images end up where they want to go. I finally got this one close to how I wanted it to be. I did not want to miss two straight weeks of not posting my Saturday seduction series. 1ManView 

Sweet fragrance of Jasmine greeted me at the entrance of the room.

My eyes scanned the room side to side, but I did not see "the who" was behind it,

The smell grew stronger as I approached a couch in the living room from behind.

As my steps became closer, I could see a light trail of steaming vapors escalating into the air, I knew I would find my sweet little lady not far.

Footsteps became slower, softer, as I eased quietly up to the back of the couch,

Once I was close enough, I leaned over cautiously and peeped downward.

There she was, laying down on the couch, her teacup on the coffee stand, her hands resting between the crotch of her legs,                                                                                               

Her eyes were closed, a book was nearby, which meant she was taking a break from it all.

It was high noon, and she still had not gotten dressed for the day. 

She was still wearing her night top and panties, and no breakfast awaiting me, 

It was the start of a lazy Saturday, as she called them.

I stood there for an instant, watching her enjoy her moment while I eyed the symmetrical curves of her bosom softly moving up and down, rekindling the visual of her small firm breast covered with soft pillow flesh hidden under her top.

"Hello," I whispered,                                                                            

That I am happy to see you smile crossed her face was not there,  

But a wave of an index finger gave me the recognition that I was standing nearby. 

Not to disturb her Karma, I whispered, no hello?                             

Her light caramel eyes open, then rolled as if I was annoying her.    

She reached over and grabbed the teacup off the coffee table and took a defiance sip of her hot brew.

At first, I stood there in silence in disbelieve she was sitting there in complete defiance of my presence,                                                       

But then, as my eyes scanned her body, other things entered my mind.

Other things, like the shapely curves of her legs, the firmness of her slim thighs, the smoothness of her stomach that was flat as a desert trail after a windstorm

After she took another quick sip of her tea, she quickly put the too hot brew back down on the table.                                                

After still not giving me any recognition, she laid back on the couch and took a deep lung cleansing breath, then closed her eyes.

Quietly I took the Jasmine tea off the table and loudly sipped on it.

A smirk crosses her face, knowingly what I was doing, but she refused to open her eyes and acknowledge my presence.

After a few more small sips of her tea, I realized she knew that it was probably still too hot for me to drink it down quickly, but the hot cup was making my hands warm and toasty.                                           

As I stood there holding the hot tea in both hands while yearning for what was in front of me, a devilish notion entered my mind.

While holding the cup in my left hand, I leaned over the couch's top and started to unfasten her top.                                                              

Again, she would not open her eyes.                                                

But she did start to emit stop annoying me sounds past her pouty lips.

After exposing her round, creamy breasts, I put the cup of tea into my right hand, then laid the warmth of my left hand on the bareness of her soft breast flesh.

A loud gasp escaped past her lips as the heat from my hand seeped into her breast flesh.

Her body twisted, trying to spin away, but I tighten my grip on her firm orbicular breast, securing her in place. 

Her eyes opened wide as she looked up and saw me smiling a moment before I drank her piping hot tea down in one steady gulp.

How did you?                                                                                       

Are you ok, she aspirated?

I just smiled while putting the teacup down, then reached over the top of the couch and started to knead her breasts profoundly.              

She quickly forgot about me downing the steaming hot tea and silently moaned as the deep massage of my hands meshed with the heat that had already radiated into her breasts flesh.                            

Her eyes closed once again as her body reposed in the soothing sensations of my fingertips deeply massaging her firm oval breasts.

Then deeply groaned when I started to knead their sides like a baker kneading sourdough bread.                                                        

Sighing voice precedes the arching of her back as my fingertips swirled around towering nipples.                                                  

After quickly wetting a single fingertip, I slowly swirled it on the tip of her left nipple.

Short shapely legs twitched with each rotation of my finger on the rise of its sensitive top.                                                                          

When my fingers harshly tugged on the sides of her lush nipples, her body writhed, her hand slid between her legs in a motion of touching oneself.                                                                                               Slowly my right hand eased down the flat surface of her stomach. 

They gingerly moved under her red panties elastic band and slid down to her slippery home base.                                                       

As my fingers slid up and down her swollen wet lobes, my index finger slid in the center of her wet, slippery vulva lips slit                  

When my index finger circled her clitoris, I felt her right hand caressing my arm, coasting my actions further.

Again, my fingers tenderly slid down her vulva slit to its home base opening.

 Back up, back down, back up, then gingerly swirl around her erect clitoris. Back down her lubricated lips, probe her sex opening, spread its lips, then ease back up and circle her sensitive clitoris once again.

Light caramel eyes are tightly closed while her body squirmed while pushing into my fingertips as they manipulated her body closer and closer to the achievement of reaching a climaxing ending.

Smooth back arch, soft breath becomes ragged as my fingers smoothly eased up and down her slick vulva face.                            

When my index finger thrust deep into her home base opening, womanly hips lift high off the couch cushion and gradually gyrated her wetness on it.                                                                                  

A deep audible moan rushed past parted lips when I inserted a second finger into her vulva opening. 

When I squeezed a third finger into the taut pink canal, curvy hips bucked up into my hand in a steady rhythm as both of her hands held my hand tight against her hot, swollen sex.

Pouty lips opened wide, aspirating lungs audibly gasp when my fingers curl and tightly rolled inside her wetness, surging the tip of my fingers over her walls' most sensitive spot.                          

Curvaceous hips steady deep gyrations became shaky and hesitant,   

High pitch voice gasped loudly as her body whirl harder on my long fingers    

A loud gasp is followed by silence as shapely body intensely shivered in climaxing release.

Quivers eased through her body as it undulated to the rhythm of my fingertips.

Once the climaxing release has passed, her body becomes limp. 

Her hands became dormant at her side.

A deep, shaky sigh emerged from the essence of her body as it laid still in a heap.

Large light caramel eyes opened not only to find a cup of hot Jasmine tea steaming on the coffee table,                                      

But also, the removal of my annoying presence.  

(C)1ManView