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Sunday story time
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Sunday story time All right another weekend and another story. Locations were suggested by a friend. Enjoy. She watched as the world slowly turned black outside her little window. It was not the first time that she has done this trip. In fact she had done it so often that it was routine. She knew that the light greenish blue would disappear gradually and then the black would happen. Along with the black came the cold. She shivered involuntarily and zipped her fleece tighter. Every time the sun disappeared above her the cold came and she felt the same thing. She had been piloting the deep sea research sub for a total of two years now. Her trips to the ocean floor were into the hundreds but every time the dark came she fought the urge to turn all the outside lights on to banish the darkness into artificial light. What she did now instead was cast her mind back to happier times. The sub was uncomfortable and had her in a prone position on the hard cushioned surface. There were fans to move the stagnant air around as well as a heater to keep the cold of the ocean at bay inside the metal womb. The moment that last turn of the wheel locked her into the sub she was really at home. She really did love her job. She felt like an astronaut exploring space only this was miles below the sea. She had seen terribly beautiful things in her time as a pilot as well as the terribly sad things as well. The oceans really were a giant wastebasket for the surface. So as she laid there and floated to the bottom of the sea she thought back to more pleasant times. She was lounging at the mountain lake. Her nostrils full of the smell of coconut oil on her skin and on her tongue the taste of cold beer. Her bikini top swelled with her youthful breasts and she delighted in teasing her boyfriend at his own cabin. He was in the lounger beside her and she remembers the look of lust in his eye when she removed her top and let him gaze at her. The sun, and the smells took her back to that day. He had pried her legs apart and devoured her whole. She remembers the sweat from the sun and her exertions on her chest. Later when they were in the water she remembers the heat of his cock between her legs. He had figured out how to take her from behind and holding her arms behind her back she floated and was impaled over and over on his stiffness. When he finally had enough and pressed tight to her she could feel him come deep inside her. The thick jets warming her in the cool mountain water, it was a memory she treasured. The slightly mechanical voice from the speaker told her all was good with her descent and she could tell from the motion of the sub that it was so. The subs bottom lights lit the area beneath her and she once again cast her mind back into her memories. Only doing so this time she removed her small vibrator and pressed it against her mound. She turned it to medium and lost herself in a new memory. This time it was a masked fete in Venice. She was on a break from work and still youthful enough to backpack through Europe. She loved the art and the culture that Italy had to offer and she had spent a day or two in Venice looking at frescoes and architecture. She was captivated, even if the canal was filthy and not a pleasant thing at all. Not at all as she had been led to believe by photos and media. She remembers crossing the bridge from the party with a young Italian man in tow. He was dressed casually and underneath his jacket she felt powerful muscles move. Now she led him away from the party and down an alley. Their mouths came together and his hands pushed her loose dress up her thighs. If he was surprised by her lack of underwear he didn’t show it. He was surprised when she reached into his pants and grasped his rampant erection. She was never this forward but something about the city spoke to her and moved her along this current wanton path. She tugged his cock a few times and she was pleased that his fingers sought out her moist center and teased back and forth over her clitoris before plunging into her. He was matching her aggressive behavior and she loved it. She spun around and placed her hands on a wooden shipping crate and lifted her dress over her hips revealing her naked backside to him. She was rewarded when he sank himself into her. It was so good. It was this day that she learned her tiny puckered asshole could be as active as her wet pussy. He eased a finger into her as he thrust and her orgasm left her weak in the knees and she spun and took his throbbing member into her mouth allowing him to finish. In the sub she pressed her hips down against the vibrating menace and gasped out her own deeply satisfying orgasm. Her breathing came back to normal and she thought to herself it was going to be a good day on the bottom of the sea. |
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Great story. Thanks.
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Great story. Thanks.
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