Miranda kneaded his shoulders with her small alabaster fingers. The green jade baubles on her bracelet tickled his skin as she moved her hands back and forth along his back. She wore that bracelet religiously. It was a week after their meeting at the teahouse. He was lying flat on his stomach with his head cocooned into the enclosure of his arms. Miranda straddled his torso. Her crotch encased in fine white panties rubbed gently along his spine. He could feel the moist heat of her pussy on his lower back. He murmured in appreciation. A bit of spit crawled out of his mouth onto the pillow. He was a contented dog.
"Do you like my touch?" asked Miranda.
"NO, he said raising his head, "I just don't like it. I love it....Your fingers are fantastic and you are a fantastic masseuse."
"Perhaps I was a massage girl in a past life," she gently said with a beatific smile upon her oval face.
"Perhaps you were," he said smiling as Miranda had the purest heart possible.
"Or the Emperor's mistress," she continued, enjoying the game.
"Not a mistress. You most definitely would have been a queen or a princess,"
Sean said to please her. He really thought that most Emperors mistresses were probably better than their wives but such thoughts were better left unsaid. Anyway Miranda would have been the best possible mistress or queen.
"I don't think so," she said seriously. "I cannot remember that kind of feeling, of being a queen, but I do remember seeing great wealth and of being in love with a great lord."
"Well maybe I was the lord. You said to me before that we met in a past life."
"Perhaps but a very bad lord with many lovers," she said half smiling.
"Do you think we met in China," he asked.
"Yes, yes, I think so. I cannot remember being anywhere else and some of your attitudes are very Chinese."
"And what will I be in my next life, he asked, "...a snake?"
"Why a snake," she laughed.
"Because in English we call someone who lies, someone who twists and turns, we say they are like a snake in the grass."
"Mmmm, well in that case you could be right but I would say that you might be a prostitute, a very poor prostitute so that many men can make love to you."
Sean half turned his back so Miranda had to shift her position like a horsewoman on a feisty mount. He looked at her quizzically as she carried on with the word game. Light and laughter in her eyes. She leaned forward so that her forearms touched his chest and spoke directly into his face with her full lips.
"Because in China we say that what you do during your life comes back to you. So an honest poor man in one life becomes rich in another and a man who beats animals in one life will become a horse beaten by a stick in his next life."
"Ok but what if I enjoyed being a prostitute getting laid continuously."
"Well if that is so then God will certainly turn you into a spider, she said definitively, and continued as he opened his mouth to interrupt, "so that I could stand on you."
Miranda stared down at him with passion and defiance, enjoying the victory of the last word.
Sean turned around fully now and slowly pushed himself up so that his upper body was nearly straight raised his knees slightly so that Miranda leaned forward with her hands against his chest and her face just above Sean's own.
"Ok Spiderwoman, I know you hate those beautiful creatures who do so much good, eating flies and all but it's all..."
"Beautiful, hah!" she interrupted with a frown. "They're not even creatures, they're...how do you say, pests." A shiver ran down her body as she spoke. She really did hate spiders.
"Whatever. Creatures, pests, insects, creepy-crawlies, you name it. The interesting thing is that its all probably to do with some sexual figment of your imagination or something Freudian like that," he said.
"In what way is it sexual?" she asked.
"Well by their nature spiders like to crawl into dark moist places and they spin webs to entrap other creatures. Generally they lead pretty pornographic lives.....What's more, every woman has a big spider lying right between her legs." As Sean said this last sentence, he moved my left hand slowly along Miranda's white thigh and cupped her cunt in his hand.
Against the whiteness of her skin and through the transparency of her cotton briefs, it really did look like a spider was lurking in her hollows. A very wonderful spider. He then started to rub her slowly letting his hand shift so that at times its edge would drift into her lubricating crease. With his other hand, he took hold of her upper arm and pulled her towards him so that their lips met in a hungry embrace. Her black hair cascaded over his face. She attacked his mouth with giant gulps like a child bobbing for apples. He dribbled into her mouth to stop the clashing of teeth. She slaked her thirst upon his spit and spat back into his mouth in concentrated passion.Sean moved his hand away from her wet panties and grabbed Miranda under both armpits as he fell back onto the bed. He lifted her forward so that her breasts were above his head, pulled up the front of her shift and began to lick her chest. Her breasts were round and firm. Not large. The size of small grapefruits and Oh Lord how sweet!
He moved his tongue in a circular motion around her areola and then pressed her nipple with the tip. He could feel her teats swell against the roughness. She cooed above him like a dove and with fantastic feminine grace lifted her white nightdress over her head like a cumulous cloud and threw it onto the floor. He took her nipple and suckled it like a newborn babe fastened onto his mother's tit. First one then the other. Playing a bit. Sucking hard then chewing softly. She moaned softly and in his delight at her delight, he became as hard as a bar. All he wanted to do was to roll her over and fuck her. Every cell in his body screamed out to do so. To luxuriate in the oils of her body.
Miranda and Sean were fastened hard against each other. They rolled over onto their sides. He held her strongly as she kissed his face, his ears, his throat, and then his chest. Eventually he stopped her by grabbing her hair and pulling her head back so he could kiss her throat. At the same time, he leaned over her and took her thin panties in one hand and roughly dragged them down. She lifted her ass to help him and kicked out her legs to rid herself of her last vestige of clothing. Miranda at the same time pulled his shorts down some way although they got caught. He had to free a hand to lever them off in the frantic tussle of removing clothes that accompanies desire. They had never gone this far before.
They were now threshing around like dying animals. He grabbed his cockshaft like a stick and moved it along the groove of Miranda's vagina. Drilling for oil. Traversing one way then the other, pressing hard into the clitoris and probing to elicit little groans.
"Move your thighs up along my back," he said. The first words they had spoken for 5 or maybe 10 minutes. Miranda had her eyes closed and her head was rocking slowly side to side but she must have heard him as she bent her knees further forward to grasp his ribcage allowing her calves and feet to collapse over his lower back. With this motion, her crack opened up like sunbreak. It showed the pink coral of her insides. He pushed forward, just a bit, and directed the head of his prick at an angle so it slid easily into her waiting hole.
Nothing can replace that sensation. Nothing at all. They jiggled their bodies together to create the initial thrusting motion. Sean stretched his upper body forward and Miranda arched her neck back while he filled his lungs with air and finally they were as one.
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