The Exploration ***NOTE: very, very 18+!!!!*** *This story is dedicated to Pat* She followed him into the living room where he told her, "Here, sit down on the couch. I'll be right back with some cappuccinos, all right?" Tara nodded and sat down to wait for him to return. Arthur and Tara had been dating for a few months, but had just started getting serious in the last week or so. Tara was twenty-two, thin and of medium height. She had wavy, long, dark brown hair, and green eyes that seemed to always shine like emeralds, or so Arthur told her often enough. Arthur was nearly a foot taller than she, with short black hair and typical oblong, Asian eyes. He was back in no time, handing her a mug and sitting down with her on the couch, the closest they'd been all evening. Arthur began discussing this and that, how nice the evening had been, how much he'd enjoyed the movie they'd seen. And as she cuddled closer to him, loving every moment, falling in love, something unexpected and terribly foreboding occurred: Tara's nose began to tickle. At first, she dismissed it, rubbing her nose lightly on its side for a few seconds. Tara wasn't one to sneeze at just anything; actually, it took quite a lot to get her to sneeze, so as it slowly built, she became increasingly concerned. She tried distracting herself by listening to Arthur's deep, soothing voice, but the little urge lingered in the back of her nose, making her feel as if she had to give a nice, full sneeze if she was ever going to get rid of it. It made her feel a bit uncomfortable for as much as she didn't mind sneezing, she did not want to do it in front of Arthur and she surely did not want to ruin the mood. When she sneezed, they were incredibly strong, and she was totally helpless against them, submitting entirely to the whims and forces of the sneezes, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her nose and mouth conforming to the ways of breathing that the sneezes desired, coming out of her however and whenever they wanted to, causing her to nearly double over. She had no desire to put on such a show for Arthur, though she knew that if the tickling in her nose didn't stop soon, she would have no choice. Her nose began to run, so she wiped it with the back of her hand, not wanting to go as far as the tissues in her purse which sat on the table. Tara sniffed, hoping he would think nothing of it. But as soon as she sniffed, the urge grew stronger, and she knew that if something wasn't done quickly, she would sneeze- possibly only once, but sometimes once she started, it was impossible to stop. She stood up, putting the mug down on the table and keeping her back to him. All at once the sneeze came upon her, and she quickly plugged her nose, holding it at the sides to keep the sneeze in for as long as possible. Holding her nose tightly, she tried talking as normal, and was surprised at her success. "Sorry. Arthur, where's your bathroob?" She'd been in his house only a few times before, and was still rather lost in it. "Down the hall to your right," he answered suspiciously. "You okay?" She nodded, not turning around and starting over at once. "Fine!" she called out. Tara rushed to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She turned on the water all the way and, seeing as there were no tissues on the sink, turned frantically towards the top of the toilet, where she kept them in her own bathroom. There was a box there, and she grabbed at it, finding only two tissues in it. By this time, her nose was running quite visibly, down her face, and there was little she could do to keep the approaching sneeze from coming out. So she held both tissues up to her nose, covering it, hoping that sneezing into them would smother the sound enough for it not to be heard over the faucet running. She waited a second, two, three, four, and then felt it come in full form, controlling her just as it always did, and causing her to unleash not one but three very wet and very fast sneezes. "Achooo! Achoo! Ahhchoo!" The sneezes each made her bend forward and down, her eyes shut and watering, her mouth and nose bursting out with each, so separate, yet so close together that she only had time to take in air for the next sneeze in between. Tara straightened up and rubbed her nose with the soggy tissues; she'd nearly sneezed all the way through them, soaking her hands just a little. She sniffed and tried to get control of herself as she realized that the tickling in her nose had completely stopped. She wiped her hands on the leg of her tight blue jeans and balled the soaking tissues up. "Mmm," she said, turning off the water and tossing the tissues into the trash basket. "Guess that's all I needed. Sure felt good to finally let those out!" She resumed her spot with him on the couch, and he kissed her cheek in welcome. "You're sure you're all right?" he asked. "I'm fine," she assured him, leaning back against him as he wrapped his arms around her. That very moment, Tara felt as if the urge had never left, for her nose filled at once with the sensation. This time, her arms were held in place by his arms, so she could not hold her nose shut, rub it, or wipe away its runs. "Arthur..." she began, trying to think of what to say to explain the fact that she needed to go again to the bathroom. "Hmm?" He sounded soft, playful, and she knew he wanted her to play around and make love to him. The problem was, the sneeze would not go away and in the two seconds it took her to warn him, the sneeze reached its peak. "I have to... tooo..." she moved her arm, making him release his warm hold on her, and cupped her hands over the lower half of her face just in time for a large but feminine "AhhCHOO!" "Bless you," he chuckled, laughing at the way she looked when she sneezed, the cute little bob that her head made as it dipped in time to the sound which resonated half nasally from her nose and half typically from her mouth, and especially finding humor in the frustrated expression on her face which followed. "Do you need a Kleenex?" She nodded, sure that if she said a word, a second sneeze would come barreling out of her in even greater proportions. He slid out from his cozy spot between her and the couch and went to the bathroom, coming out with the empty box. "Empty," he informed her, just as she sneezed again, pushing her forward, making her nose twitch and wrinkle, and her nostrils flair out so much that she feared he would think she looked incredibly unattractive. "I'll go get some from upstairs for you if you think youŝre going to sneeze again. Do you?" She barely managed to nod yes as another sneeze shook her. He chuckled to himself and blessed her again as he took off up the stairs. She felt the tickle come over her again and began to sneeze, winding up with a few usual breaths, "Ahh... Ahhhhhh...." only to find that she did not have the feeling any longer. She sniffed and covered her running nose with a hand so that he couldn't see when he returned. Arthur came back down and took a few tissues out of the box, handing them to her, and putting the box down on the table in case she still needed it. Tara nodded her appreciation as she took them, blowing her nose loudly but thoroughly. "I'm so sorry," she told him, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "I think that's all, though." He smiled, charmed by her delicate beauty and ability to recover so gracefully from that which, moments before, he had seen take over her entire body. "That's good." He sat down beside her, and stroked the back of his hand against her cheek. "Now........ where were we?" She smiled, loving the way his mouth curled and his eyes extended and turned up a little with playfulness. "You were holding me... and I was.... " she leaned closer to him and at that very moment, felt yet again the unresitable urge to let out a series of sneezes. "Going... to... sneeze..." she warned him, rubbing her finger at the side of her nose and reaching for the tissues. "AhChooo!" she sneezed, followed immediately by another, "Ahchoo! Ahchoo!CHOO! AhSHOO!" "God Bless you!" he exclaimed, getting the tissue box and holding it on his lap so she could reach it easier. ŝYou must have a horrible tickle in that cute nose of yours!" She managed a smile, but was too busy sneezing helplessly to feel flattered by his comment. She lay back on the couch, further away from the tissues but relaxing her body so that it didnŝt shake so much as each sneeze took hold of her. After another three, she felt done, and excused herself profusely. "I'm so sorry, Arthur!" "That's all right," he remarked, handing her one more tissue. "Sometimes when you gotta sneeze, you gotta sneeze. I just hope you're not coming down with the sniffles or a cold or anything." She shook her head. "Apart from the sneezing, I feel fine. Must have been something around, I guess. Dust or something." He nodded with a pleasant smile. "Just as long as you're sure you're not sick? I wouldn't want you to get any worse because of me, you know." He reached over to put the back of his hand on her forehead and she pulled back, feeling the urge return in full. "Here th-they c-come aga... agggahhhh... agagahhh... HaChoo! Ahchoo! Ahchoo!" she began again, as if nothing had happened. "This is so odd..." Arthur said, continuously handing her tissues as she needed them. She would quickly thrusting her hand out for one as her face drooped, a lovely helpless- slack, worried look on her face as it came, built, and escalated to scrunch her face and commanded her in abounding form to sneeze again and again and again... using each tissue he handed her by sneezing into it, rubbing her runny nose on it, balling it up and leaving it in her lap as she felt another sneeze come and she got from him another tissue. "Maybe I should get the vacuum. Maybe thereŝs a lot of dust in here..." he speculated. As hard as she tried, she was in no position to answer as she was overcome by the intense sneezing fit. Arthur left to get it, and at that moment, he sneezes seemed to die down, leaving entirely by the time he was across the room at the closet. "Now that's really odd," he said, turning around and looking at her. She nodded with a light sniffle. "Yeah. I don't feel sneezy at all anymore." To test, Arthur came closer, sitting beside her on the couch. Her nose began to tickle a little, and it twitched, breath beginning to speed up. Arthur leaned closer, and she began to gasp at a built-up. Finally, he embraced her, and she began sneezing again, unable to stop. "Ahchoo! AhCHOO! Ahshoo! Shoo! Shoo! AHHchoo!" He quickly got up and raced back across the room, only to find that her sneezes subsided. "Ah ha!" he exclaimed, leaning up against the wall in thought. "It's me!" "Don't be silly!" she said, sure there had to be some other explanation. Then she realized what was going on. "What's your sweater made out of?" He shrugged. "It's angora, I think." She nodded, blowing her nose to clear it. "That explains it, then. I'm horribly allergic to that!" His jaw dropped. "I'm so sorry! Here, I'll take it off, then!" "No!" she exclaimed, much to his surprise. He looked at her with confused but happy eyes. "Why not?" "Well," she said softly. "I.... never mind. Take it off if you like." He sat down in a chair a safe distance away. "No, what?" his voice was soothing, calm, and he seemed so understanding that she was almost afraid not to confide in him. She looked away, though, almost ashamed to admit it. "Arthur... I have a fetish..." He seemed even more excited. "Really?" She nodded reluctantly. His eyes were dancing. "Because I have one, too." Tara looked up at him immediately. "You do?" This time, he nodded. She sniffed. "If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?" "It's a deal." "Well," she said, squirming in her seat just to think about that which she had never told anyone, especially not her lover. "I have a fetish for sweaters." He nodded slowly. "You mean like this one?" She grinned. "Yeah. The way they cover a man's body, shape him, curve him, warm him. I want to dig my hands into them and feel your warmth... God, I love them..." matching her eyes with his questioning ones. "I know, it probably sounds stupid compared to yours, right?" Shaking his head. "Not at all. It's understandable, I guess. You wanna hear mine now?" "Yeah." "I have," it was hard for him, as well. "I have a fetish for sneezing." "Sneezing?" she exclaimed, thinking of all that he had just been witness to. "Were you... I mean, did you like mine?" He nodded as eagerly as possible, exaggerating a little. "Oh yes!" "Well..." she said. "This is something, isn't it? I like your sweater, which makes me sneeze. And you like my sneezing." Arthur was thinking the same, and feeling excited at the thoughts of finally being able to act on this fetish which consumed him in part for as long as he could remember. "Would you like to... I don't know... continue what we had going on jus then?" He grinned. "If you can wait, I'd like to take a very quick shower first and, er, get ready." "Please do. I'll light some candles and meet you upstairs in your bed, all right?" "All right," he started upstairs first, looking back at the woman who would soon make his dreams come true before he turned the corner and disappeared into the master bedroom. Ten minutes and a thorough shower later, he emerged from the bathroom wearing the soft, over-sized sweater, his boxers, and nothing else. "Holy..." her breath was gone, her eyes wide, her grin genuine and mischievous. "Do you have protection?" He nodded. "Yeah." Her grin widened and she held her hands out, wiggling her fingers at him. "Come here." She could barely contain her happiness. No one had ever done this for her and she was excited beyond all words. He smiled back, sharing the moment of anticipation with her for the second. He took a seat on the other side of the bed, just out of range of her nose so that they could talk for a little bit before. As eager as he was to act, there were still a few hesitations left in him and he sensed by the fact that she was still wearing her bra and panties, that she felt a few words beforehand would also be a good idea. She was the one to begin, saying softly. "You're really turning me on, Arthur." He was excited by those words, reveling in how easy it was to get her going. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "Have you ever done this with anyone before?" She shook her head. "No. You?" "No." He gave her a look, her long hair flowing down freely, gently touching her breasts. He wondered why he hadn't noticed earlier, but he saw her hand cupping her crotch, and knew perhaps she wasn't in as much of a mood to talk as he thought. He decided to come right out and say it, "But I masturbate to them sometimes......" She smiled. "I masturbate to my fetish, too. It feels good to be able to let it out sometimes. Even if I'm not having sex, you know?" He nodded. "I have an idea, Arthur. I once watched a movie in which a couple were trying to built up the excitement between them before having sex. What they did was masturbate in front of each other, sort of giving the other a show as they got themselves ready for sex with each other. What I was thinking is, well, I love pleasing myself, but I was thinking you could please me, and then I could please you." She paused, trying to exercise discipline and not rub at her crotch as much as her urges told her to. "You know, I could stroke you and you could rub me..." Slowly, his head bobbed up and down in a nod. "I'd like that, yeah." The idea of hearing and seeing her sneeze while feeling her hands on his stiff cock was very exciting to him. "Can you do it to me first?" She smiled, glad he liked her idea. "Of course. Just tell me what you'd like me to do. I'm all yours, Arthur." "Such an invitation," he said, his eyes wide. His body throbbed with excitement and, as he neared her, he grinned. Without thinking of it, he put his hand at his crotch, rubbing his penis slowly, feeling himself warm as he saw her nose twitch. She shook her head, looking at what he was doing. "No, let me," she said, replacing his hand with hers and rubbing, stroking the large penis affectionately. She felt her nose twitch again and warned him, "I f-feel a sneeze in my nose..." her voice was higher than usual, as if she could barely speak around the sneezy sensation in her nose. "Hold it back," he told her. "I need you to hold it back." He was burning with passion, wanting to see her sneeze but loving it when she tried to control it so much. "I don't th-thi.. ahhh... think I cahhh... I can, Arthur... it's so... ahh... so strong..." she began to take breaths of air to build the sneeze, and quickly she put her finger under her nose, in hopes of stopping the sneeze for him. The moment her nostrils flared against her finger, they relaxed, as did the rest of her, and as did his penis, which stirred in accordance with her relieved sigh. "Do you still feel like you have to sneeze?" he asked, hoping to get her to talk about it; that turned him on so much. "Yeah.." she whispered. "I feel kinda sniffly, too. I don't think I can help sneezing if you come closer to me with that sweater." He was sitting up now, just out of range, but close enough so that she could rub his genitals. "This feeling is so strong, Arthur," she said, knowing he loved it when she wasn't in control. "But I just can't seem to sneeze..." He leaned closer and she gasped a few times, almost whimpering with each, placing her finger hard under her nose in response. "No, let me," he said, echoing her words from before. With his pulse racing and his body tingling with urges he had never before acted on, he leaned closer and replaced her finger with his own, helping her hold off the building sneeze. The sleeve of his sweater brushed against her cheek and she gave a start, putting her now free hand on her crotch and rubbing both him and herself simultaneously. She inhaled, warning him of the sneeze she felt was nearly upon her, "Ahh!" He pressed harder, trying to help her hold it back, but that only tickled her a little more, and she was forced to let go with a sneeze, muffled, stifled, and wet against his finger. "Ha-Chshhhh!" His eyes grew wide and he stood immediately. She giggled as another came over her. He lowered his finger, wanting her to sneeze again. It built, and he loved it, anticipating the sound of an unrestrained sneeze from such a beautiful woman so close to him. "Ahhh... Haahh... Hehhh... HACHOO!" loud, with the release stronger than the build by such a tiny difference that only such a sensitive ear could detect it. When she sneezed, her head and body bent forward, towards him, catching him in the delightful spray. It made his skin burn and his crotch ache for release, though it felt amazing to have her rubbing it for him. She did a perfect job, rubbing as hard and fast as she could. She took her hand off her own crotch and used it with his, as well, moving both over his sensitive areas with strong, pleasurable force. "AhhCHOO!" she sneezed into his face, her nose twitching with her allergy. "AhhCHOO!" "Sexy..." he whispered at her as he closed his eyes, his body thrusting with a rhythm as old and natural as time itself. The orgasm built up in him, his penis long and hard and she loved it, rubbing and pleasurng him while she sneezed helplessly on him. "AhhSHOO! HaSHOO! EhCHOO! CHOO!" with every pause she would sniffle and breath in deeply to get the sweater to effect her even more. "AHCHOO! HEP-TSHOO! HASHOO! AHCHOO!" He orgasmed, coming with force. And she sneezed at the same time, making him moan in ecstacy. "Tick... Ahchoo! Tickle by dose with your sweahhh.. Ahhh... AHCHOO!" she commanded, sneezing. He pulled his sleeve down over his hand and gently rubbed at her nose. All at once her expression changed, feeling it approach with more power than any of her attacks had produced before. Knowing she couldn't stop it, she wanted the large allergic sneezing attack to come slowly, so that she could savor what she was doing to him. Her nose twitched and she gave a little whimper as it came out strong and wet, "HaCHOOOSH!" His firmness was magnified. "Hachoo! AhSHOO! Ahchoo!" she sneezed again and again, sure that just a few more would do it. "I feel anoth... anoth... an..." she tried to warn him, finding him hard and trembling with urgency. "HaCHOOO!" it came, as perfect as she could have hoped for, and he released, letting go in pleased reaction, out against her hand. At the feel, she immediately felt warmer, knowing now what he really felt for his fetish, and about her. "Sheets," she whispered, sniffling. "Don't... care..." he whispered back, his eyes closed, his body relaxing with a few small shakes. "I love you for that." She inhaled a little, her stuffy nose tickling a little more in response. "Hachoo! HaSHOO! HarCHOO! AhCHOO! CHOO!" she sneezed bending towards him, the spray falling over him as he grinned. "Thank you, Tara..." he managed, wiping his face on his sleeve and opening his eyes. She wanted to be pleased, too, but also did not want the moment to end for him. She felt another tickle and, holding it in, she gave a muffled, "Hah-Mmmm!" Then a few tiny ones for variation, "Ha-Chh! Ah- CHI!" He relaxed entirely, moaning in pleasure as she rubbed, massaged, and stroked his genitals lovingly. "You're welcome." She was so ready that she could barely contain her pleasure. When she thought he was calmed down enough, she whispered to him, "Now me." He hesitated, unsure. "What's the matter?" she asked in an excited whisper. "I've never... I mean, how does a woman... I mean, I know but..." She understood, taking his hands and guiding them to her crotch. "I'll show you." She lay on her back, head on a pillow, bending her legs to bring her knees up in the air. Spreading her legs just a little, she placed his hands on the insides of her thighs. "It's just like anything else," she told him, reaching forward to rub her fingers against the material of the sweater. "Just do what feels natural to you and do what you think would make me feel as good as I've made you feel." He grinned, staring at her eyes, then down at her crotch. Remembering seeing her cup her hand there before, he put one hand against her crotch, feeling wetness through her silk panties and realizing how much she was turned on already. "You're wearing panties..." "You can do it with my panties on or off... you decide." Her eyes were fixed on the sweater, her hands moving over it, feeling his warmth through it. "Oh God, this is fabulous," she murmured, feeling turned on by her fetish-inspired urges. The sensations came slowly, building inside of her. Tara's crotch burned so much that the hand he had on her thigh was almost cool against her hot skin. He guided them off gently, their soft, silky presence gliding over her even softer, silkier bottom, feeling himself growing a little warm to do it. He couldn't help but feel tingles of his own as he put his hands on her bottom and squeezed, feeling them contract and relax a few times. He took a hold of the panties he had removed, putting his nose in the crotch and sniffing the sweet discharge that he knew was just for him. "Your panties are damp," he told her. She nodded, her hands feeling the curves of his body as the thick, loose sweater traced them. "I know... I'm hot for you," she told him, wanting to thrust herself at him, to feel relief. "Touch me. Hold me. Massage me," Tara commanded Arthur, feeling her whole body begin to pulsate with the urge to be pleased. He cautiously moved his hands to her crotch, putting one hand on either side of her lips, feeling her as heŝd never felt anyone before and feeling as heŝd never felt himself feel before. "Hard, honey. Harder." He pressed his hands against her harder and she dug her hands deep into the thick, soft sweater. "Hehh... heh- choo!" she sneezed, and felt his hands press even harder against her in response. She spread her legs wide, legs akimbo, crotch clearly visible and needful as it throbbed for relief, for pure pleasure. She wouldnŝt be able to hold out much longer but she wanted every moment to last. "Press..." she had to gasp as the feeling took her, but she loved it. "Harder?" "No... yes... I mean lean against me... I want my breasts to rub agahh.. Agahhhh... Ahchoo! Against the sweater!" "Your bra-" "Strip me, honey. Touch my body all over." He took his hands off her crotch and she squealed, weak in his hands to feel them undoing the last piece of clothing she had on and then squeezing them hard. He leaned forward, down, tickling her nipples with the softness of the sweater. He hoped he would please her and be close enough to make her sneeze for him again. Tara whimpered in pleasure, gave a warning sniffle, then let go with a sneeze as he squeezed her breasts. As if knowing exactly how she felt, he put one hand at her crotch, directly center over it, pressing hard, and began rubbing back and forth with fast, powerful strokes. Then he explored with a finger, putting it between the lips of her pussy. She cried out in happiness, loving, waiting, preparing as she felt the orgasm building all throughout her body, and especially where the sweater touched her skin. At the sight of her nose twitching again, he got ready, feeling hot to control her like this. When she sneezed, he wrapped his other arm around her body, the sweater doing its job well. And he plunged his finger into her, making her cum. Shaking, her rear lifted from the bed and she thrust forward, crotch pulsating with pleasure as Tara gave a groan and cry. He couldn't resist to hold back so he took her then, as she pulsated with orgasms to feel his naked skin and sweater against his hard body. The sneezes did not cease to come, and he shoved into her at each as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. He felt her body tighten with each, then explode with an orgasm which he matched in full, grabbing a tissue for her tickly, runny, sneezy nose. Their pulsating bodies were pleased so much that they became one, their urges joining to form the largest simultaneous orgasm of their lives, assisted by the soft feel of the sweater material and the allergic, sexy sneezes of a beautiful, small nose. He fell back, exhausted, slipping out of her as she groaned and closed her eyes, releasing her hold on his sweater. He propped himself up with an elbow to caress her nose with the tissues and she ran her hands under the sweater to massage his hairy, sweaty, manly chest. "Amazing..." he told her when her nose was less runny, but still sneezed every ten seconds with a beautiful, dry, strong "HaCHOO!" which almost exploded at the end, like his orgasms had. "Are you still hot?" she asked, taking his hand, making it a fist, and then unfolding his pointer finger to make it straight. With her face scrunched up, she lifted the finger to her nose and made him rub there hard. It was the same finger that had been in her just minutes before, and she could smell herself on him. But her tickling nose was her priority now, and she wanted to see if he could really help her hold it back. She spoke for him, knowing he would like it, "I feel another sn... sneeze, honey. Help me..." He rubbed hard and fast and she gasped, taking in air, then sighed, letting it back out. "Thanks. I would have sneezed for sure... for s... hahh..." so strong her knew even he couldnŝt stop this one, "HaSHOOOO!" wet against his hand, using it almost as a tissue as she rubbed her nose against the back of it, then taking her tongue and running it up his arm as she pushed the sweater sleeve up. She saw him rise, and knew he had energy for just a bit more. She smiled devilishly. "One more go at it... backwards this time." He grabbed at his own crotch, feeling his urges and beginning to help them build by rubbing. "Backwards?" "Yes." She pushed him down on his back and instead of lowering herself down on top of him just there, she turned around so that she was pointed away from his face, which now looked at her rear. She let him enter her as she sneezed, almost slipping off as they were both wet and throbbing. He grabbed and began massaging her bottom, which sent tingles through her. Arthur pulled the sleeves down over his hands and let the fabric touch her bare bottom. Aroused by its touch, she fired off a gentle sneeze, "Ahchhhish!" and let him take her as he wished, making the feel different than before due to their position but letting them feel each other so close and intimately as if they had never done anything but this. With a strong fit of sneezing, over ten in a row with hardly a breath in between, Tara felt him orgasm so powerfully that it made her whole body shake. She slid off again and let the sneezing pass as she buried her nose in his crotch, rubbing it over his hair, his balls, and his penis, feeling them throb against her touch, but too weak to stand to for her any longer. He moaned as she sneezed on his penis and stroked his genitals lovingly until he fell asleep. Hearing his breathing deepen and slow, Tara pulled the blankets up over them both and curled beside him with her arms around him and her head resting on his sweater-covered chest. She felt his arms take her naturally, though he was asleep, and one hand reach down to her crotch, holding it as she, too, fell asleep in pure delight. ~tarotgal