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CHESS EXCESS

She was a shapely, clever broad;  
thought I'd impress with my chess board,    
So I invited her to date    
at my flat, hoping we'd 'check mate'.    
    
I had wine poured out in a glass,    
one for her lips to sip I pass,    
while I put mine right down the hatch    
as I 'kicked off',  first move in match.    
     
We started playing face to face,    
then she asked to sit by my place,    
I made space for her on my couch;    
she rose to join me, was no slouch.    
     
I gave her back a welcome rub,    
as some heat grew in my crutch stub.    
So close round her legs her jeans fit,    
I could imagine them sans kit.    
     
Tension on board was nailbiting,    
Breasts, through t-shirt, looked inviting    
I thought, as she reached out to pick    
up a piece of hers that she moved quick.    
     
Passions ran high, with breaths bated,    
as pieces, eliminated,    
were taken aside off the board,    
and we argued how we had scored.    
     
The moment of truth came, quite late,    
She'd no way to move - my "check mate"    
was called by me, gripping her wrist,    
giving it a genial twist.    
     
"The spoils belong to the victor    
now!", I said before I kissed her,    
gazing into her pool-blue eyes.    
It did not come as a surprise.    
     
As under her chin she was felt,    
I sensed her ice-maidenness melt.    
Into me she began to lean.    
She said, "This knight has won his queen".    
     
I had green light to make conquest.    
I pressed her hard against my chest.    
Up-down her back I rubbed one hand    
while another pulled her waistband.    
     
I kissed at her lips more and more,    
Her t-shirted chest I did paw.    
Her skin goose pimpled to my breath.    
I moaned, "I REALLY want you, Steph".    
     
I poured ourselves a further glass    
of wine to drink. More kisses pass,    
as we savoured wine's taste on tongues,    
with breaks for quick breaths in our lungs.    
     
She pushed my shirt back off my back    
and got my trouser buttons slack.    
I pulled her T-shirt off o'er head,    
unveiling bra of hottest red.    
     
I gave her bra a quick unhook,    
pulled off, saw how her breasts did look.    
I cradled each breast in a palm,    
gave light squeeze, said, 'They're quite firm, ma'am."    
     
I felt how with her breaths chest rose,    
then slipped her shoes off, twiddled toes.    
Caressed her feet uppers and soles,    
to sound of her breath's rise and rolls.    
     
She pulled away, stood up, and bid    
I loose her blue jeans. Down they slid    
to carpet, baring her legs upright.    
Red thongy panties came in sight.    
     
We drained the wine, stood face to face,    
and then our hands began the race    
to see whose panties would drop first.    
Hearts pounded heavy, near to burst.    
     
She gazed in wonder at my wood,    
like soldier to attention stood.    
We linked hands to hands, slipped on couch.    
She gave head on my wood and pouch.    

Deciding not to race to sack,
she asked to lie upon her back
Her rump fitted gap between seats;
she faced ceiling with erect teats.
     
Upon the couch I mounted her,    
twiddling her breasts, raising murmur.    
Heads pointed at my flat window,    
ignoring passers by below.    
     
She opened her legs, drew her knees
towards her shoulders, gave clit tease.
It tempted me to join right in,
caressing her labial skin.

The feel of her legs tightened round
my middle back made for more grind.
The tightness, gained through her running
exercise, I said was stunning.

Before I came we reversed role,    
let her cowgirl me on my pole.    
Upon my middle her thighs forked,    
We humped, came like bottles uncorked.    
   
Written by Solomon_Song
Published | Edited 5th Oct 2019
Author's Note
Inspired by this picture which accompanied a poem I read here early this year if not last.
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