.....the thought of his touch made her nipples harden, she rearranged her top to disguise the two small bumps that protruded from her summer vest. Her groin then began pulsating from deep within as her awareness went back to their night of skinny dipping.......
This is s a story I wrote with a friend :) by email, before she visited and the reality far out did the fantasy.
Enjoy!
Kim Kelly
Reunited in Spain
The plane touched down on time and he waited anxiously in the Airport. It was a while since he had felt this excited and he hoped it wasn't to showing. The past few weeks had been filled with intense texting but he knew nothing could replace the feel of her hair brushing across his face. Her hand caressing his chest. He had to stop himself touching himself. This was after all a public airport. He wondered what she was thinking as she touched down....
Her palms were sweaty & her heartbeat increased as she looked out from her window seat onto the rapidly approaching runway.
2½ hours airborne her time was spent reliving the intoxicating days & nights, that she'd spent with this mystery man. Was he real or just an incredible vivid dream?
The thought of his touch made her nipples harden, she rearranged her top to disguise the two small bumps that protruded from her summer vest. Her groin then began pulsating from deep within as her awareness went back to their night of skinny dipping.......
...she thought back to him stripping her naked, her excitement mounting, love juices flowing in the anticipation of whats to come. He carries her down to the waters edge. The crystal clear water reflecting the full moon, the waves breaking on the the white sandy beach. He lays her down & enters her slowly. Her body moves in time with his. Their breath quickens as does their rythmn. Just at the point of climax he withdraws, she moans with sheer delight..
He gazes tenderly into her dilated eyes, twin seas that threaten to drown him, the waves lap the shore and he begins again, in time with the ancients enthralled by the moon an the reflections before him. This time gentler and firmer, ignoring her thrusts and pleas, staying his urge to follow, the breaking crests showering them in soft rain tempering his movements until the sea and his strokes are one. The earth and sea and sky have mounted her and they both rush headlong towards their peak. The waves now their own, crashing and wearing smooth their bodies till no friction exists only wetness and heat, damp skin, tangled hair and grasping hands. Their legs entwined. He opens his mouth and screams her name into the wind. Her name carries her over the edge..
.....he collapses, his strong body down on top of hers. She pulls him close and caresses the softness of the skin on his back. Their panting subsides until their breath is but a whisper. She kisses him lovingly on the cheek, then relaxes her neck and lets her head fall back to be cushioned by the spongy damp sand. They sleep, curled together as one. She dreams this moment will last forever. Until……..
"¿Esta usted bien señorita?"
Her body jolts upright as though waking up from a falling dream. Startled & disoriented, she is suddenly aware of being totally enclosed by seats. Tiny beads of sweat begin to form across her brow as her breath becomes short & heavy. She looks down, her arms are covered by a layer of glistening sweat as are her legs, neck, shoulders & face. Her emotions suddenly change, she is absorbed by complete & utter humiliation……"What the hell was I doing?", she asks herself silently. "Did I scream out in pleasure, was I touching myself? Did I have an exhilarating orgasm witnessed by over 200 people?" Terror overrode the feelings of mortification. The color in her face was changing from a fiery red to a deep morello cherry. "I think I'm going to pass out………"
Her vision went blurred as she slumped back into her seat………
He was totally unaware of her predicament. His own arousal was arousing some attention of its own, but as of yet he was unaware of the varied stares both of disapproval and appreciation from the on-lookers. They would have to wait and perhaps imagine their own reasons for this handsome mans joyous face, and bulging pants.
His memories are of a different night. He smiles and his eyes flare with desire think of the night on the train through the eastern block. They were warned by the tourist board not to leave their cabin during the 14 hour trip and they hadn't. They hadn't even been tempted. She had taken the upper bunk turned into the wall and slept on her side as was her habit, it had been a long day and they both felt they needed the rest.
Flashes of her naked torso flashed before his eyes and breathed deeply, surprising a few people in the airport arrivals departure, if they knew what he was remembering they would truly have been surprised if not very aroused.
Once she had fallen asleep he too had turned-in but sleep eluded him. He had crept out of bed silently and stood in the narrow cabin, smelling her hair, her breasts, her stomach, her sex, her thighs, behind her curled knees and down to her feet. drinking her in until he felt intoxicated. He slowly pulled back the top sheet, the trees outside the train casting rhythmic shadow across her naked body. It was a pact they had made, never to sleep with clothes in each other company. He leaned forward supporting his weight on the bunk rail, careful not to wake her and smelled her deeply. He wanted to savour having her, at rest all for him.
She stirred quietly, he froze watching her turn to lie face up her legs crossed at the ankles as if she was standing at a corner or against a wall, but horizontally. He smelt her now, she was dreaming of something sweet. She licked her lips and uncrossed her legs a Little more. She moaned and he watched as in her sleep her nipples hardened. She smelled horny now, and standing there naked beside her, his cock erect he fought the urge to wake her. He wanted to see her touch herself in her sleep. He had seen her do it once before but she had been awake then. This was different. She was asleep with an unknown lover or lovers and it didn't matter, this was the realm of dreams and he was all the more excited to see her writhe slightly and lick her lips again. Her legs parted and he saw her lips glistening. He groaned with effort not to lower his mouth and suck her into his mouth. He wanted her juices in his mouth, across his face, suffocating himself in her scent and flavours. He held back and waited to see how this beauty before him would pleasure herself as he watched, he know that every action, every caress, every sigh would drive him insane not being able to touch her to be inside her, but he resolved to wait. She moved again, this time her hand cupped a her face and she gently stroked her jawline. He so desperately wanted to stroke her to but instead drew closer and listened and watched and waited.
more to come.... please
comment
Linear Mode
