| | I was lying in bed this morning, thinking of you.
And in our evening conversation, I imagined this: We
are in a bed together somewhere, but have decided not
to cheat on our spouses. We are having great fun
discussing what is not cheating. We both agree that
kissing is not, and my mouth keeps capturing yours,
both of us tantalized, delicious tasting, and
touching. I am lying across you, one leg between your
legs. You ask, "Have you ever gone to a swimming pool
or a beach and seen a woman wearing a bikini?" I nod,
and with that we both agree you can at least take off
your shirt - It's just a bra, like a bikini top,
right? And you point out that you've seen
thousands of men with their shirts off, so I happily
agree that I must take off mine too.
We rearrange ourselves, now shirtless. You're wearing
a white lacy bra which I can see through, and my
eyes keep returning to the darkness of your nipples
through the fabric. I talk about how I am not sure
whether I can or should touch them when bare with my
hands, so I fit your chest over mine and rub up
against them as I continue to kiss you
again and again. Can't help it, and soon you feel my
hands snaking between us as we kiss, wrapping
themselves around the sides of your
breasts, squeezing a bit. Kissing you harder as my
cock twitches uncontrollably against your leg, I
rationalize a bit more, saying this is not sex, as I
slip my thumbs over your nipples, touching, testing,
making them stand up straight. All through the
material, right? A layer still between us, right?
You of course cannot protest or speak rationality to
me with your tongue in my mouth, and I hope
you don't really want to? I am dying to
touch you more, but its seem I might have gone too
far and so I remove my hands from rubbing and hefting
your breasts. My mouth moves to your neck, sucking
and licking, and I slip my mouth to your ear, sucking
and nibbling on your earlobe, and perhaps we are both
feeling goosebumps? I am afraid you will say you have
to go before anything more happens, and I sit up.
You, flushed and eyes looking wild, in a low voice
tell me I must sit on the other bed.
I comply, sitting there, shirtless, my eyes on you,
still breathing heavily. You very sexily, slowly,
remove your clothing, bra, skirt, thigh-high
stockings, lacy panties, and then lie back on
the bed. Without looking at me, you begin to caress
yourself, squeezing your tits, stroking your inner
thighs and my tummy with long tracings of your spread
fingers. You move and arrange yourself so that you
can use your left hand to gently pinch my nipples
while you slip your right one inside your hot wet
place between your legs. Your
fingers are barely within you, spreading yourself,
sliding in and out, your thumb sliding over your
clit, when I have to respond.
Hearing my movement, you look at me and I am standing,
removing the rest of my clothing. My raging****is
standing up, hard as a rock,
and when I am undressed, I reach down and take it in
my hand. Making a circle with just my thumb and index
finger, I encircle it, tightening the "O", and start
to pump it up and down, up and down, the rest of my
fingers curled up in my fist, so you can
watch. You respond, I can see through my
heavily-lidded eyes, and slide two fingers inside your
****, simulating perhaps what my****would feel like
deep, deep, so deep in there. You begin to finger-****
yourself furiously, giving me, a bystander, quite the
show, pinching your nipples harder, and so quickly
now, you throw your head back, close your eyes and
lift your body when your much-needed orgasm hits, your
body shaking, breasts and cheeks flushed. The sounds
alone are delightful, bringing to memory the times I
have heard you on the phone....
As you recover, and your eyes open, your hands still
cupping and lightly caressing your heavy breast and
swollen mound, you look up to see me now
standing over you, stroking my****so fast and hard.
My eyes don't seem to know where to alight, as they
roam over the hardness of your swollen fat nipples to
your mouth, a bit open, taking the glory of all of you
in, to the bits of swollen pinkness I can see and
think about touching, between your legs. Stopping for
a moment, I put my hands on your hips and pull you to
the edge of the bed,your leg over the edge, your feet
on the floor. You have clasped your legs, with your
hand pressed tight between them, but my knees slide in
and press your knees apart. So lovely, your hair
strewn out behind you, your eyes glowing, alite, and
your lips pressed tight together, perhaps even chewing
a bit on your lower lip.
Without touching you, I kneel beside you on the bed,
my****long and so close and overshadowing your
****. I can feel your heat and assume you can sense
mine too. You can tell that I badly want to put it
inside you, and perhaps you are holding your breath,
to see if I give in, perhaps hoping I will? One word
from you, and I would. But no sound escapes your
tightly pressed lips. I have other ideas.
Reaching a hand to your mound, moving your hands away,
I cup your ****, smiling at your face, as my hand
moves further down. Mmmmm, dipping my fingers inside
you repeatedly, I gather some of your juices and make
a show of spreading them over the length of my rigid
rod. Glistening now, I continue to look into your
eyes, and resume stroking myself, faster and harder,
moaning, grunting a little bit as my hips thrust back
at my fast-moving hand. Little throat noises are
emitted, again, both of us recalling the sounds we
shared of our delights and pleasures, but before, as
only heard and mentally interpreted through the phone.
To encourage me, or to increase your own arousal
again, I do not know. Nor do I care. But you lie
there, your hands on your tits, stroking and circling
them. Licking your lips. Mmmmm. I shift myself,
moving over you, straddling you now, nearer to
position than ever before, lowering my hips so my
balls can touch the fuzz of your thatch. You lift
your head, and I tell you how much I want you, really
want you. You smile, watching, waiting. With a deep
groan, your name on my lips, two syllables, uttered
with force over and over again, my shoulders taut, my
hand a blur, I gasp, and cum, shooting strings of
semen onto your smooth, warm, rising and falling
tummy, some reaching as far as the base of your
tits.....
We shouldn't have. But I loved it. |
