As we
entered the dark house at about 4am in the morning, I cannot help but be amazed
at the tidiness of the house. Not an item seemed to be out of place, the
cushions on the sofa were set perfectly straight, the floor was sparkingly
clean. I felt the smooth marble flooring of your living floor as you guided me
into the depths of your house, passing by closed doors.
Your room
was just like the rest of the house; neat, tidy, everything arranged almost
clinically. You sat me down on your bed and asked if I would like something to
drink after the long night. I nodded, and you left for the kitchen, leaving ne
to marvel at how your room depicted your meticulousness. You returned with a
cup of water for both of us, and I was thankful for the liquid that flowed down
my throat, cooling the heat from all the liquor earlier.
You smiled
at me, a smile that seemed so warm and natural, and I smiled in return. You
stood in front of me and placed your hands on me, kneading my stiff shoulders
from dancing all night. I closed my eyes and sighed, allowing your gentle
caress to soothe out the ache in my bones.
As you
continued to massage my shoulders, I placed the empty cup of water on the desk
beside me, moving my now empty hands to hug your waist, feeling the arch of
your back. I pulled you in closer, my face now against your stomach. I took a
deep breath and breathed in the smell of your perfume, your scent.
With your
body closer to mine, I felt you bend downwards, one of your hands moving down
my back, reassuring and comforting. Your other hand reached for my head and
stroked my long hair, gently patting my head with the palm of your hand. I felt
a warm fuzzy feeling within me, a purr building up somewhere deep inside.
I touched
your bare arms, feeling your soft and smooth skin. I reached for your back and
slipped my hands under your shirt, feeling more of your bare skin, this time
also feeling the stiffness of your arched back, the well-toned muscles
underneath your skin. I pulled upwards and you lifted your hands off me for a
moment, for me to lift your top up and above your shoulders, above your head
and then off you. I was faced with a flat stomach that I could be jealous of,
and skin that was just as flawless as that on your arms.
You returned
your hands to me, bringing my face close to you once more, gently running your
hands down the small of my back. I automatically lifted my hands up as you
reached for the hem of my top, lifting them off me as I did so to you. I
shivered a little at the cool air against my skin, yet I was still warmed by
all the alcohol that I took in earlier. I suddenly became very self-conscious,
knowing that my figure was not as good as yours.
With one
fluid motion, I felt the clasp of my bra release as you placed your hands on me
once more, and my breasts fell forward without the support of my bra holding
them in. You reached back and undid your own, your breasts spilling forward
just like mine. Your nipples were light brown and almost symmetrical, your
nipples erect against the cold of the air just like mine are.
I realised
that I was holding my breath, appreciative of the beauty in front of me. Your
hair was thick yet luscious, flowing around your head and unto your shoulders,
stopping just short of your soft mounds. Your breasts were firm and bounced
lightly, and they seemed like perfectly shaped globes. Your body was just as
well-defined as the rest of you, and you had v-lines that dipped down into your
jeans. I have never felt so attracted to someone of the same gender before.
I was
greeted by your smile as you moved towards me once more, gently holding my head
in your hands, so loving and so tender. I have never experienced this with any
man in my prior relationships. Somehow, I felt like you knew my body better I did,
holding me in all the right spots as I sat there not knowing what to do with my
hands.
I placed my
head between your soft breasts and hugged you around the waist, placing my
fingers into the hook of your jeans. I pulled them down and revealed your v-line
further, lines that disappeared into the pair of lacy thongs that you wore. I
never dared to wear something that looked so adult, so feminine. I shuddered to
remember that I was only wearing a pair of usual cotton panties underneath me.
You pushed
me back onto your queen-sized bed, my body gently laying down at where you must
have laid a thousand times before. I felt the depress of the bed as you got on
top of me, you lips inches from mine, your light brown and warm eyes staring
into my very soul. I was enticed and seduced, a warm fuzzy feeling developing
within me that I knew was not because of the alcohol.
With my
weight on the bed, you reached below me and pulled my bottoms off, more of my
nakedness revealed before you. You did not look down to make me self-conscious,
but you placed your hands upon my stomach and moved downwards, ridding me of my
cotton panties.
I looked
into your eyes as they moved closer, your lips suddenly barely inches away from
me. I felt my lips graze against yours, both our lipsticks sticking together
for a moment before your lips touched mine, pressing against me softly, gently,
very much unlike men who just jammed their faces against my face. Even your
kisses were perfect, and it felt like your lips were moulded to fit mine. It
was soft and sensual, teasing me, making me want more.
Your hair
cascaded around me, your fragrance mixing with my very own. One of your hands
held mine, your fingers entwined around, holding me in comfort and security.
Your other hand traced my skin, skin that was not as perfect as yours was. Yet
in the heat of the moment, my insecurities regarding the many bumps around my
body disappeared, and for that moment I felt as pretty as you were.
I never knew
touching could make me feel this good. Your fingers moved about my torso,
fingertips running across my stomach, upwards and upwards, till I felt them right
at the bottom of my feminine mounds. I was still entwined in my kiss with you,
your lips now gently nibbling on mine, parting for a moment and going back at
them again, as if I was an appetiser in a fine dining restaurant.
Your hands
circled my breasts and held them gently, your fingers occasionally drifting
across my sensitive nipples. In those moments, I felt the purr within me escape
momentarily, and I felt your smile on my lips as these little squeaks of
pleasure escaped from my lips. I felt like a child in your hands, a child that
was loved and appreciated.
I tried to
hold your head as you held mine earlier, but I know my attempts at mimicking
you must have been clumsy, as you giggled between kisses. Your hands now moved
downwards slowly, and I arched my hips upwards, my lower body craving for your
touch, ready to me made yours. How I willed for your hands to move faster, for
your mouth to press hard against me, your tongue to ravage my mouth. Yet you
were still soft and gentle, slowly increasing my desire for you, my lust.
I felt your
hand above my pubis mon, circling the few strands of unkempt pubic hair that
were untamed. I felt warm between my legs, and I wanted to badly to touch
myself, release myself of the sexual stress that was building up deep within
me. You broke away from the kiss, staring into my puppy eyes for a moment,
admiring how desperate I must have looked.
You grabbed
both my hands and held them above me, pinning them own with your left. Then
again, you moved your head towards me, but this time going lower than my lips.
I felt your soft hair on my chest as you descended upon me, your mouth against
the nape of my neck. I could barely catch the purr as it came on the way out,
my mouth opening with an O and my eyes shut, enjoying your soft lips against my
neck.
Your free
hand moved between my legs, gently stroking my thighs upwards and upwards, and
moving on to the other thigh before it reached the top. Every fibre of me felt
like I was like that of a drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any moment.
I swear, in that moment I could feel the moisture of my sex slowly oozing out
of me, a trickle of fluid flowing from the folds of my vagina down towards the
crevice of my ass.
Yet you did
not relent in teasing me, your mouth moving downwards towards my breast. As you
took my nipple deep inside your mouth, I felt like a jolt of electricity run
through me, and I was very sure that I could not catch the moan that now freely
escaped my lips. As I arched my back, I could feel some of the stress within me
being released. My body tensed up and let go, my first orgasm of the night
ripping through me like a bullet. I shuddered as pleasure rocked my body, yet
you continued to kiss me around my nipples. I did not know I could even cum
without touching myself between my legs.
I felt
myself panting as the last reveries of orgasm left me, and I was sure that you
knew I came. You lifted your head off me as you smiled at me, a smile that was
reassuring, a smile that knew that in that moment, I was already yours.
You released
my hands and laid against me, watching each breath of mine, your fingers
playfully twiddling with my pubic hair above my feminine parts. I placed my
arms around you and hugged, and it was indeed a different feeling, hugging
another girl like myself.
You leaned
your head against my breast, possibly listening to my heart that beat like a
sledgehammer, my breath that came in short gasps. The aftermath of the orgasm
still rocked through me, and I was dizzy from the pleasure. I even felt like
there was a sweet taste on my lips, a taste that I could not describe.
As your hand
cupped my mound, I knew my night was far from ending. I wanted to tell you that
I was tired, that you can stop, that that was the best orgasm of my life
already. Yet, a part of me wanted more, that desired still the need to be
filled, and so the whole of me laid there, waiting.
You placed
your middle finger against my folds, and I finally realised how wet I was, my
entrance entirely soaked through with my stickiness. I felt your finger slowly
parting my lips, lips that parted easily due to my arousal. My wetness invited
you in, allowing you to slip into my warm flesh.
With a tired
gasp, I moaned is you entered me, your finger that was not as thick as a penis,
yet it felt more fulfilling, filled with the emotion of trust and security, of
comfort and of love. I knew I could crave this feeling more than the filing any
penis could grant.
Easily, your
slipped another finger into me, feeling my depths and wetness. I gasp as your
fingers started to move. I was too tired to control the sounds that came from
within me naturally. I simply held on to you as I parted my legs wider in the
hopes of feeling you explore me deeper.
Your fingers
felt better than my own, slipping in and out of me so naturally, as if it was
your own vagina that you were fingering. Between each thrust, I turned to see
you watching me as you drew me nearer to my second orgasm, eyes twinkling with
playful pleasure, warm, brown eyes that captivated me.
I hugged you
closer as I felt my body tense once more, and as I released, I clamped my
thighs around your hand, willing you to stop as my second orgasm overtook my
senses. Nevertheless, you did not stop, but continued to move your fingers
against me, pressing your thumb against my swollen clit and your fingers
pressing against what I knew was my g-spot, a spot I never knew existed.
Despite the
beautiful orgasm I felt earlier, I never knew it could feel even better. I
closed my eyes as the second orgasm started to rock me, your fingers moving
about deep within me. Your mouth found mine as I moaned, or maybe screamed, my
shrill voice covered with your mouth. Your tongue pushed between my lips,
twisting and turning within my mouth as your fingers now moved deep within me.
With that, I
felt myself lose control of my body as another orgasm rode upon my second
orgasm, pleasure combined with pleasure, my mind blank and my body totally
yours, under your control. I felt a gush of warm liquid exit the folds of my
vagina, wetting my thighs that were still shut around your fingers,
experiencing my first ever squirting experience.
I never knew
a pleasure like this, a pleasure I could get drunk on, get addicted on. I broke
away from our kiss and opened my eyes as I felt my body subside from the
orgasm. I took in the beauty of your face, your hair falling upon me, your warm
brown eyes. It was like I was experiencing love all over again. I felt my
consciousness fading away, tiredness taking over, and your face was the last thing
I recall as I blacked out.
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