Archive-name: Dreams/loveunkn.txt
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Archive-title: Love with Unknown Person Afar


He sat at a desk in the darkened classroom of his architecture class, viewing 
on the wall the projected slide of a large, beautiul temple in a minor town 
in the south of India, with mountains rising in the distance, and town 
apartments sprawled around the temple.  The professor noted that the 
photographer took the photo from the roof of a nearby cheap hotel.  He 
imagined himself on the roof of that hotel, observing the town, and all the 
somewhat decrepit buildings who had been captured in the photo along with the 
temple.

His attention drawn to the buildings surrounding the temple, he was taken by 
the shabbiness that, in contrast with the exquisite temple, emphasized their 
this-worldliness.  Looking at a building not quite adjoining the temple, he 
saw the face of a figure, which. when he paid closer attention, was the face 
of a young teenaged woman.  He wondered if  she realized that day, early in 
the morning, that her image would be captured and magnified, captured and 
transported to the classroom where he sat in contemplation of it.

The lecture turned into a dull monotonous drone, and in the classroom 
completely darkened except for the image of the slide, his thoughts began to 
wander as he was drawn into the image and the woman he saw.

He wondered how she would feel if she knew he were thinking of her.  He 
wondered how she would feel if he were beside her that morning as she woke 
and looked out the window.  If she woke to find him lying next to her, 
running his fingers through her long, jet black hair, or feeling the softness 
of her cheeks and neck with his wet lips, running his fingers along the soft 
curves of her body and bellybutton.  He imagined lying behind her as she 
slept on her side, running an arm around her, underneath her neck, through 
her soft hair, and letting his hand rest cupping a breast.  He felt the 
gentle heaving of her chest as she slowly took her sleeping breaths, her 
chest gently heaving, rubbing her nipple back and forth against his hand, 
slowly getting hard as it did so.  He rolled her over and pulled the sheet 
off of her body, surprised to find her fully naked, her beautiful body and 
tits and pubic hair innocently displayed on her sleeping body.  He ran a hand 
between her legs, pulling them slightly apart as he felt his dick rise in his 
jeans.  She began to rouse, breathing erratically, her eyelids starting to 
flicker.  He places his lips on hers, sucking gently, running his tongue in 
and out of the wetness of her sweet mouth.  At first she was seized with 
surprise, her muscles jerking below him as she woke to find him there.  At 
first she started to pull away and close her legs, but as his finger pushed 
into the dripping wet mound of her pussy, she let out a small moan, half 
pleasure, half surprise, and let him push it all the way in.  He kissed her 
harder, deeper, grabbing a tit, fondling it, feeling his dick grow rock hard.  
One finger, two fingers... her cunt was extremely tight but dripping wet, and 
her moans, growing ever louder, let him know she was thrilled.  He rolled 
over between her legs and took his dick out of his jeans, and pushed the head 
of his dick into her hairy wet mount.  He let out a gasp of delight as just 
the tip of his dick enjoyed the sensations of the wetness of her pussy and 
the fuzziness of her hair.  He grasped her shoulder with one hand, and laid 
the other arm across the side of her body, grabbing a tit as he raised his 
ass and prepared to shove his dick into her pussy.  He thrusted it in 
inch by inch into the excruciatingly tight pussy, her juices dripping all 
over him.  As she moaned and gasped louder and louder, he kissed her hard and 
used his tight grip to shake her body for emphasis.  When his dick was all 
the way in, he thrusted into her as hard as he could, stretching her pussy to 
its thrillingly pleasurable limits.  Fuck after fuck, her moans, her tight 
cunt, her hot juices, her inflated, hard nippled, her moans, turned him on 
more and more, and when he finally came, her tight cunt sucked every last bit 
of cum out of his body as he gasped and heaved, feeling her soft hair against 
his body, her soft tits, her sweet lips and skin... he fucked her and fucked 
her as he came, breathing in every bit of her womanhood as he filled her cunt 
deep with cum. 

He rolled off her, thoroughly satisifed, calm, relaxed, and looked into her 
eyes.  He couldn't speak to her, of course, not knowing the dialect of the 
region... but, his arms around her, running up and down her belly, over her 
tits, her hairy mound, and occasionally into her dripping pussy, he looked 
into her deep brown loving eyes, and they smiled.

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