The Naomi Chronicles 1

Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write 
some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) 
more character development than most other adult stories.

This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults. It 
is based on both real life experiences and fantasy. Any 
similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional. Only the 
names have been changed to protect the involved parties.

Thank you, and enjoy.

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The Naomi Chronicles

Chapter 1: A Little Chess

We are having a little party at our house, and I just can’t take my eyes off of you. After spending a few hours entertaining the guests at our new pool, we slip off into the background for a little private relaxation.

We set up the chess set, and start to play. Now while chess may not sound like a very erotic game to some people, they have never seen us play before. I smile as I capture one of your pawns. Removing it from the board, I bring it up to my lips, kissing the top of it, then running it in a slow circle over my lips. Starting at the center of my bottom lip, I look into your eyes as I slide it to the right, then when I reach the corner I run it up over my top lip sliding left. I see your eyes glaze over a bit as I finish making the circle, then once again kiss the top before I place it in the little drawer on the side for holding loose pieces.

I watch you looking around the backyard, seeing if anybody else has seen this little show of mine. But everybody is so busy flirting it is like we are in our own little world. I let you make a few more moves, then I strike again.

This time I lean way forward as I pick up my knight and move it to where it can challenge your bishop. You do not even seem to notice my move, because your eyes are locked onto the globes of my breasts, moving under the thin fabric of my bikini top. As I straighten up again, I can feel them start to firm up under your gaze. Oh, how you always affect me this way. Just knowing you are watching me excites me all the more.

I clear my throat and your eyes look up into mine again. “Your move.” I softly say, and your attention moves back to the board. I smile inside as you move your pawn, having totally missed my last move. I pause for a moment, seeming to take my time, and even pretend like I am going to move a rook. Then I grab my knight and take your bishop.

You groan slightly and shake your head. “Another one for you babe” you say, and start to ease your queen forward.

I reach across my body as I try to think about what to move next. As my fingers scratch along where the strap for my bikini lies. I find my eyes lingering along your neck as I do, and brush my arm against my breasts. I softly moan inside my head as I feel them responding, nipples now starting to poke out. I let my fingertips trail down the strap and over the swell of my breast as if I am not paying attention as I examine the board. I can sense your eyes locked on me as I reach forward and move my knight back, away from your queen.

You are definitely looking flustered as you return your gaze to the chessboard. I give one of my mischievous grins as I slide my feet out of the sandals I was wearing, and slide my right foot up the back of your calf. Your skin feels so silky and smooth against the top of my foot, as I slowly slide it up.

Your concentration is definitely going now, and I can sense in you how much you do NOT want to be playing chess. I let my gaze wander over your body, so unusual to see you like this.

Never much one for feminine clothes, you look truly striking in your new bikini. And I can see that in the center of the swells of your breasts, 2 concentric circles. I am positive I am getting to you now, as it is obvious that your own nipples have taken notice of my little show.

I take a quick glance around the yard as you capture one of my pawns. I watch you continue to hold it, twirling it in slow circled between your thumb and index finger. I am sure that if we were alone and in our room, those same fingers would be making the same motion against my nipples.

My previous glance reveals that nobody else is around us, and I take advantage of this. I arch my back a bit as I lean forward this time, and feel my right breast “pop” out of the cup of the bikini. I somehow pretend that this has not happened, and glance into your eyes, seeing them lock onto my breast. Gravity is pulling it down, making it seem even larger then it usually is, my nipple obvious in it turgid state. I move my pawn, and straighten back up.

“Ooops” I say, and reach down to return it to the cup. But instead of just a quick pull at the fabric, I make it another little show for you. I cup my breast in one hand as I pull the fabric over it with the other. Then once it is covered again, I pull the fabric tight against my breasts, making my nipples all the more evident.

You laugh it off, and try to return your mind to the game, since it is your turn. But my foot has started to move again, making it hard for you to concentrate. I watch you lean back in your chair, eyes closed as my foot slides up and down your calf. I move it down to play with your feet, and your eyes open again and take a quick look around. “Sorry babe, was thinking of what my next move will be.” I nod at your words, and watch you make a move you would never do normally.

As I move forward to capture your knight, I let my foot move between your legs, now tracing it slowly up and down the inside of your calf, moving it up more and more with each pass, almost to your knee. Your skin feels so nice against my foot, but I finally look up into your eyes, seeing them half closed. “Are you going to move Naomi?” I say, bringing your attention back to the game.

“Ooops, sorry, I was daydreaming” you say as you look around the board and move a piece, seeming almost at random. I smile inside, thinking that I might actually win a game against you for a change. I decide that I DO want to win this game, and I press forward with the only advantage I have.

Your eyes widen a bit more as I slide my foot up past your knees. Now caressing against your inner thighs as I reach forward and move my rook forward, trying to set up your queen. And as I set up your queen, I am also setting up my queen. I watch you, my queen, as my foot is being trapped by your thighs. You take another glance around the yard. But nobody else seems to be paying attention.