NewM
lpb_28@yahoo.com
Soup
soup.txt
Straight
MF, romance

I'm sick and you have come over to help. Sore throats require hot soup, and the
soup isn't as important as the temp. it has to be the right temp hot enough to
sooth and not so hot as to burn. As i lie in bed you bring me the soup on a
tray. I smile, because you are dressed in a light shear gown that wouldn't hide
anything if it were tied closed; which it isn't.

"Its nice to see you smile. I just wanted to see if you could." Finishing these
words with a big smile of your own.

"I didn't realise dinner was coming with a show. No stop right there and don't
move."

You pause holding the try of hot soup over me on the bed. I reach my right hand
between your legs and gently trace your lips with my middle finger. After a few
moments they trace and glide down the slit between them and tease your clit. As
I feel you getting damp, I slide that middle finger in and move it as if I were
motioning for someone to "come here." I do this only a few times as I don't want
to push your limits of self control and end up with hot soup all over the bed. I
sit up and allow you to put the tray across my lap. "Thank you. Make your self
at home." You leave, perhaps to cool off, or to finish what I started.

I start eating my soup thinking that it might not be much pleasure for you, but
you had obviously offered. I smile and eat my soup thinking of what I will do to
you when you return to take the tray when I'm done.

As I am finishing the soup you come back in the room and sit in the chair across
from the bed. As I watch you there I wonder if you can see my erection growing.
Finishing the soup I ask "Can you place the tray on dresser?" "Of course,
lover." you reply as you walk over and pick it up. I watch you walk the few
steps away, admiring the shape of your butt.

I hold out my hand for you, lust still pouring through my blood pushing down the
sickness for the time being. "Thanks honey, I'm glad you're here to help." As
you take my hand feel the lust give me strength I haven't felt since this nasty
cold began. Giving a firm yank to your arm, I quickly drag you onto the bed. You
give a gasp of surprise as this move, but make no effort to resist. I lean over
you, moving fast, but also carefully and deliberately placing one of my knees
between your legs as I pin you to the bed with your arms over your head.
Bringing my other need to join the first I use them to pry your legs apart. You
just look into my eyes with a look of amusement, content with your knowledge of
what will come next.

As I spread your legs wide and position myself to enter your pussy, I think I'll
have to make this up to you some how. I know sudden burst of energy aside, that
I don't have the energy today to make this as pleasurable for you as it will be
for me. This is all about me forgetting the pain in the back of my throat, the
head ache, in a few minutes of carnal lust and action. This is about me feeling
that heady feeling of your soft, wet pussy stretched around my cock.

I thrust into you hard the first time, and continue to do so with the abandon of
an animal eating food when it is afraid someone or something will come along at
any moment and take it away. After just a few moments of this I shudder as I
come deep inside of you. Even after the release I stay there enjoying your
softness under me, the feeling of your sex around my shrinking cock.

"Sorry I don't have the stamina right now to make that as good for you as it was
for me."

"Oh it was fine. I thought you were too sick to do what you did." Adding with a
mischievous smile, "You can make it up when you are better."

With the sensation of pounding you still fresh in my mind, and dreaming of how I
might make it up to you I drift off to much needed sleep.