I was lying alone in my bed last night, thinking about you. It was so many years ago, and yet it only seemed a few months. The feelings that you lie next to me, in front of me, behind me, above me, seem so vivid. How did it start? As I remember, it was my thing… you stayed there, and since there was only one bed, you slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what made me start… just a friendly comfort, I guess, but I started to caresss your back, feel the shape of you through the silky material of your night shirt. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying sensual sensations of being froted. Little by little, I pushed my fingers a little further around your waist, feeling the curves of your belly. You couldn’t decide if you wanted me to go on like that while you’re still going, and even get away from me. I persisted, quietly, gently, and you gradually gave and relaxed, allowing me to rub you. My very light touch now, I started to trace a line down your leg, feeling the change of satin to flesh and my heart jumped a beat. My lower lip caught between my teeth, I started the journey up your leg, giving you room to move your shoulder to the bed, so you were now lying looking at me propelled on a elbow. I hung up and kissed your lips so soft and you didn’t flinch. Your lips were wet. First, you did not answer, except to stay passively but very gradually, as I kissed gently, you started kissing me, your lips sharing slightly to allow me to start exploring with my tongue. I didn’t want to break the fate that we created, I didn’t want to bury you by pulling me out, so I went back to rub your belly through the satin of your shirt, moving my hand up to feel the contour of your heavy boobs. You have the most beautiful, very thin body with large breasts that I could have bury my face and drowned, with the greatest pleasure. You started moving again under my hand, enjoying sensations aroused in you. I felt the outline of your nipples, erected, now, and as I passed from one to another, dragging a line around them, you gave a little moaning of pleasure. I kissed you once again, this time with more definition, and there was no trouble taking your answer now. You liked you, me, and you kissed me, your tongue knowing my mouth, disguising me, our tongues caressed each other.
I fainted and I nestled my head in your shoulder, caresing you. I had to gather, calm me down again from the turbulence that raged in my head and body. It was the first sexual experience we had with another person. I knew you were as excited as I was, but it seemed difficult to push it further at the moment. It must have been something that we both wanted, not just something that was carried by the sexual tension and the excitement of the moment. We kept each other for the longest time, neither one of us wanting to speak, really knowing, but saying to each other. Finally, I sat, holding your hand. Are you okay? I asked.
I enjoyed it. '
You have… you want to continue? My heart began to beat faster.
I think… What do you have in mind? '
I shaved my shoulders, I really had no idea, except to explore and enjoy. The experience was, so far, the most exciting of my life and I just wanted to capture the feeling and continue experimenting it forever. I’m still sleeping by your side, watching your brown eyes. It was like having permission to attack the sugar pot, and I didn’t know where to start! I put my hand to caress you once again, and I started to undo the buttons, knowing what I would find, I had seen you naked several times before, but now was different. I shared the fabric to reveal you in your splendid glory. My breath catches me, you’re so beautiful for me. I traced my fingers down your belly, this time without tissue to prevent the delicious sensations to my fingers. Once again, you were subjected, allowing me to explore your body, drink with my eyes, feel your heat with my fingers. I leaned to take one of your nipples in my mouth, feel it grow and hard in my mouth, answering the sweet nibbing, my tongue sinking around. I was insane by excitement and my hand travelled to your body, to your legs, bowing first to the outside, then around the inside, rubbing them gently to encourage them to separate. You answered as I hoped, sharing them enough so that I caress to the top, to this wonderful black hair mound and you couldn’t help but give a low moaning, but I haven’t visited this more private part of you though my body goes to. I realized that the anticipation was so important and so my hand resumed on your belly, barely touching you. Your skin was in tiny bumps and I knew you weren’t cold, but excited and anticipating my next move. Again, my hand struck down, to the top of your mound then round, breaking the hair gently as I went. Your legs separated further, an invitation for me to explore further. I was sensitive to that and I touched your inner thigh once again, sending small chills through your body while I traced a path up. I reached the edge of your pussy and I slipped my fingers forward, slitting your shoulder with my other hand while I felt gaspy. I was surprised by the warmth and warmth that I found… not only hot but hot, horny, swollen with fierceness. What a pleasure, a joy to feel in my hands, to hear your breath come in small gas of excitement, unknown so far. I move into the bed so that I can see you and feel better, my free hand flat on your belly and my fingers now slowly coming in, feeling your muscles inadvertently limit themselves. My heart beats so fast and I can barely breathe. I feel my timidity and the thief of my own sex while exploring yours. With my thumb, I brush on your clitoris, which makes you jump slightly. I transfer some of your juices the rest of my fingers so that I can rub you and when I touch your clit again, you give a stronger groaning of satisfaction. Ahh … I have it this time, my thumb slips on your clit, moves it back and forward, smelling the pleasure button while I slide a little deeper into you. Your clitoris is so engulfed that it takes little time and effort to make you move your body against my hands. Of course, I am well aware of the geography of you - I have explored several times and I know, so what is likely to please you, the rhythm and the pressure needed for you pleasure because I can please myself and it is wonderful to be able to do it for you. I move again so that I am kneeling between your legs, one hand on each leg, moving them so that they meet with your pussy. With my hands on your mound, I slip my thumbs, leaving your lips so that they enter you, stretching a little as they slide inside. Your moanings are stronger now, your lips grow to me, lifting you lightly from the bed. I dive my head to kiss you, take your clitoris between my lips and play. I press it flat with my tongue, pushing against the nerve endings I know are so alive. When I lick you, I move my thumbs, stretching a little more and I can feel that you are near your highest point, your internal muscles leaning me, your back bow, pushing you on my face. I lick a little faster, push a little deeper and I feel you’re breathing deep. Suddenly, your thighs are tight around my ears, your vaulted back, I lose you for a moment and as you begin to relax, you find once again and smoother, getting back gently, knowing what you feel, as I am so close to giving you pleasure and hearing and feeling it. I slip my thumbs from you and sit down, rubbing you with my fingers before going up the bed to hold you in my arms and kiss you. As I said at first, it was a long time ago… on a half-life… but it seems so recent. Memory has the power to excite me almost as much as the fact, and last night I went to sleep a happy woman.