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I've had a couple of years off from Blogging, but for a few months I've been thinking about Reviving my Alter Ego of Mr Gently.

For the moment I'm uploading old stories, but after that, I'll start posting some new material.


It feels good to be back.

Late

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Making Coffee

She'd been teasing me all afternoon, so while she was in the kitchen making a coffee, I sneaked up behind her, I slid my hands around her waist as she spooned sugar into a cup and she jumped and turned towards me, our lips quickly meeting.

Her hands were on my hips and pulled me as close as possible and she could soon feel my hardness, her kissing becoming more urgent.

Before she knew it, her skirt was around her waist and my fingers were between her wet pussy lips, stroking her clit, her tongue searching my mouth as she ground against my fingers and the moaned into my mouth.

I ached to strip her naked and take her there and then, but we had to be quick before we were missed, the situation got to her and she came all over my hand while moaning into my ear.

I licked my fingers clean as she tidied herself up and turned to make the coffee, I kissed her neck and then returned to my desk to plot further pleasure for her that evening.

Warmth

I watched her approach me, a badly hidden smile on her face. My hands felt her waist as I slowly encircled her and pulled her close to me.

Her warmth washed over me, drove my pain and self doubt to the back of my mind where they cowered in the glow of the love I felt at that moment.

Her beautiful scent, her breathing loud in my ear, her body mirroring mine, her arms holding me tight, not letting go.

The embrace seemed to last both hours and seconds, but it was over far too soon, all of the doubt was pushed from my mind as we broke though, I felt loved, wanted and needed.

Perfect

She lay on the bed next to me, her face passive, a small smile on her face, but I could read her like a book, she was incredibly nervous.

I'd gone to the bathroom and she had slipped modestly under the sheets. I joined her in bed, wrapped my arms around my fully clothed love and kissed her deeply.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

She looked me in the eye and nodded

Her hair was falling over her face, shielding one of her eyes from my gaze. I slid a hand up her side, grazing her arm and brushed her hair backwards behind her ear, my hand grazing her face.

I shivered.

I'd wanted to do that for so long, to hold her face in my hands, to touch her naked skin and be as one with her, but it had always seemed inappropriate.

I thought back to a time that felt so long ago, where I stood opposite her and raised my hand to touch the side of face, our eyes were locked on each other. My mind was in conflict over whether it was a good idea and by the time I was halfway to her cheek, my head overruled my heart and I reluctantly lowered my arm to my side, she could see the conflict in my face.

She was laid next to me, the position I'd dreamed of for over two years and I pulled her closer, held her tighter, told her it was all going to be alright and, smiling, I tried to give her back the love and support she'd always given me, to help her feel safe and happy and loved.

I'd waited all of my life to find her, waited years to hold her like this and nothing was going to spoil this moment.

you Know what I'd do?

I'd untuck your blouse, slide my arms around your waist and kiss you. Run my hands over your arse and pull you closer

Kiss you again and then unbutton you slowly, button by button with the odd kiss in the areas I unveiled.

Kiss your neck and shoulders and lips again.

Unbutton and unzip your skirt and slide it down your legs.

Unhook your bra and let your tits swing free.

Hold you against the wall, your arms above your head, stroke your pussy through your panties while licking your tits and sucking your nipples.

You'd squirm in pleasure and when the time was right, I'd bend you over and fuck you hard from behind while holding your shoulders.

Or is that not what you meant?

Echo

My phone rang, and the display said it was her.

I answered with a low sexy voice, but there was no response. I spoke again, but again nothing beyond a bit of feedback.

Then I stopped and listened, I could hear running water, and then something and the water had stopped. I wondered if she'd called me by accident, and then there was a swishing and the sound of splashing.

Out of nowhere came a moan.

"Mmmm," there was a faint echo, "the water feels good all over me." she described.

"I'm pulling my nipples, imagining it's you, it feels so good"

"I wish you were here to lick them."

I was struck completely dumb, listening intently to the sounds, imagining her hand exploring her body, my mind building pictures from what I could hear, I knew she was at a hotel, but I didn't know what it looked like.

"I'm parting my legs and stroking my lips, I've been fantasizing about you stroking my pussy, making me come." she stopped talking and the sounds flooded over me, I was imagining her fingers parting her moist lips.

She said my name and groaned.

"It's not my finger that's on my clit, it's yours, you're working me, kissing me as you rub me off."

Before long noises were coming in fits and starts, my name, various requests, intakes of breath, sloshing water and finally a long drawn out cry as she came with her fantasy of me touching her in the bath, and me listening to it on the phone.

"That was so good." and the line went dead.

Minutes later, my phone beeped and the picture message showed a close up photo of her stretched out on a towel on the bed, the glow of a hot bath showing on her skin.

"Wish you were here" was the simple message