As I've made mention before, I am fully enjoying some seriously satisfying phoning. DF does an incredible job arousing both my mind and my body, but alas there are times when he simply can't be there in audible tones. Thankfully, I have a great imagination and have perfected the touches that bring me the most pleasure. Yesterday I was at a point where relief was needed...immediately. In as much detail as I can recall (some of you are very much into the details...) I want to share with you...graphically share with you...my solo release. I've tried to write in a way that shares my actual experience with the fantasy that fueled the experience. I hope it isn't too confusing! Just thinking about it and writing it has left me wet and throbbing. I suppose I'll have to do something about that...
Still slightly damp and flush from the hot water of my shower, I let the towel slip down my body to the floor. Standing at the foot of my bed, I feel a few drops of water roll off the ends of my hair and slowly trail down my back. Quickly comes the thought that I'd much rather have your tongue leaving the wet trail across my skin. I climb onto the bed, crawling on my hands and knees, until I'm in the center. There I turn onto my back and stretch out. My body is aroused and every sense seems to be heightened.
The material of the comforter is cool against my hips and legs. As I move them trying to find a comfortable position I notice how they seem to glide over the material. They are soft from the recent shave and the lotion I applied from toe to hip bone. My back settles in against the pillows, seemingly surrounded in softness. The fan above the bed sends a gentle breeze across my bare body as it dries the last bits of moisture. The room is silent except for the sounds of my breathing. My eyes are closed, but only sunlight, filtered through the sheer curtains, lights the room.
You find me spread out on the bed. My legs are slightly bent at the knee and my thighs are open. One arm is across my belly so I can easily touch just the under curve of my breast. The other is skimming across my thigh from my knee to the inside. Walking to the edge of the bed you watch. I raise one eyebrow at you silently asking if you are enjoying what you see. With a nod, you silently give me permission to continue exploring my body with my own touch. As my hand moves up my body, gently cupping my already damp folds, and then heading up to stroke my other breast, I notice that your body isn't completely unaffected either. I watch as your hand moves toward your cock and then grasps your ball sac in one hand.
In my mind, I can clearly see what I want to be happening. My hands, while a poor substitute for yours, can bring me to a place of pleasure. Sinking in more against the feathery mattress and the cushion of the pillows, I bring my knees up so that my feet are resting flat against the bed. With a hand on each knee, I let them fall open, baring my most feminine part. Using the tips of my nails, I slowly drag them down the sensitive inside of my thigh to that soft juncture of my thigh and hip. My breath catches as I move in toward that soft, slightly swollen place that is begging to be touched. My fingers lightly tease the folds. The difference between the feel of the smooth skin and the little tuft of hair at the top makes me smile. I feel bare...but not quite.
My fingers are light touches on my breasts. The nipples are already hard and the small circles of rose pink skin around them are starting to crinkle. Using a thumb and finger, I gently pluck the nipples. The feel of skin on aroused skin is incredible, but the friction is too much. Raising my arms, I wiggle my fingers toward you. Leaning in you suck my fingers into your mouth. The warmth and wetness of your mouth is so very similar to other warm and wet places. I close my eyes and groan low in my throat as you swirl your tongue around the knuckles and fingertips using enough saliva to make sure they are thoroughly coated. Pulling away, I bring my fingers back to my nipples. Using a touch that is firmer, I slide my wet fingers across the hard tips. Everywhere I touch, a cool sensation is left in the wake.
One hand moves to rest against the gentle swell of my belly, right above my mound. My other hand drifts down to the opening of my body. The slick wetness is more intense here and I slid my middle finger inside. My hungry walls close around my finger and a gasp escapes past lips I didn't realize were open. Reluctantly pulling away, I gather as much wetness as I can and slide my finger between those folds up to the hard little nub at the top. Using my other fingers to hold myself open, I gently began to smear the slickness over my sensitive flesh. The circles are wide and ever decreasing as I move to the direct center. My breaths are shorter and I swallow hard. Finally, I apply steady and firm pressure from two fingertips as my now soaked lips close against my fingers and hand. I can feel my inner walls being coated as I clinch and long for something that isn't there.
I feel the bed dip and give as you move next to me. Your thigh and knee easily move over mine to ride against my wet heat. Leaning up on one arm, you lay the other across my breasts as you gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I press down against your thigh, relishing the feel of the coarse hair against so sensitive a place. You lean into me as I turn into your chest. The curve of my neck and earlobe are exposed to your hungry mouth. With care you place wet open mouth kisses along my jaw and move to my ear. I place one hand against your chest, curling my fingers against the hair as I slide my other hand lower to my throbbing center. I nip at your shoulder as you take my lobe into your mouth and suck. The wet sounds of your mouth on my ear cause my body to flood against your thigh and my fingers. Leaning back, I bring my mouth to yours. Our lips quickly open to the other. The kiss is deep and wet. A moan is trapped against the back of my throat as you plunder the hollow of my mouth. My nails begin to bite at the skin of your chest and along your thigh.
A hand roams up my body as the other continues an assault on the increasingly sensitive bud. I briefly touch my breasts, cupping one in my hand and pulling at the nipple between my fingers. I arch my upper back and press my hips down against the bed. The angle of my body pulls on everything feminine at my core. The pressure increases and a low tightening begins. Gasping and panting for breath I strain against the hand between my thighs. Sinking back into the pillows I ease off the pressure and then steadily increase it again. The building up and then easing off is torture...torture of the sweetest kind. I can feel a throbbing begin deep inside. Every touch sends a wave of some tingly sensation from those inner walls straight to the nub under my fingertips. My other hand is now reaching out blindly on the sheets beside me, flexing and grasping. Holding back that tide seems so futile.
Feeling an answering need, you move fully between my thighs. With your hips you spread them wide. Wanting to help and opening myself fully to you, I lift them up toward my chest. My wet, hot center is now laid open for your touch. One word slips past my lips to brush against yours, “Please”. Grasping your hard flesh, you slide the head between the slippery folds, teasing the sensitive place against the top. My body is already tightening and pulling. Reaching between our bodies, I guide you to the wet opening of my body. I lift my hips as you press down. The slide is slow and the stretching of my body around yours triggers a deep wave of pleasure. My body greedily begins to pull against you, needing to coax your seed into the slick depths of my body. My hands stroke across your chest to your shoulders. With every slap of your sac against the soft flesh between my thighs, I flex my fingers and curl my nails into your skin. The pressure builds until I can do nothing but breath and let it have total control over my body. Arching my neck and chest into you, I begin the rhythmic tightening around your cock. Finally, you settle in deep and groan against my neck. With a final rough breath I feel your body jerk once more before you rest fully against me. My thighs and legs relax to wrap around your hips and thighs holding you still inside of me.
I gasp and let an incoherent litany of sounds fill the still room. Among those sounds is a very distinct name. Yours. Arching again, my back coming up from the pillows and my hips pressing hard against the soft bed, I increase the pressure on my fingers and the tempo of the touch. I can feel my toes begin to curl against the comforter. Every muscle in my lower body seems to be contracting and pulling tight. With a final moan, I let the pressure build and flow out of my body. My fingers begin to slow as I clinch and tighten hard inside. My fingers in the sheets grasp and pull, finally easing as I let my body relax. The touch on my now swollen and very sensitive bud stops as I gently ease my fingers away. There is a sharp tug as I finally break the contact. I lay my wet, sticky fingers across my belly. My breathing is still harsh, but returning to normal. I feel flush and feel that the dampness from the bath has been replaced with dewy sweat behind my knees and under my breasts. Once again, I stretch and relax into a comfortable position and rest. Sated.