3 comments/ 9928 views/ 4 favorites Anticipate By: kaithel I sit on the couch, and beckon you to do the same. I like the feeling when you first settle against me. Feeling the weight of you, the startling contact across a multitude of nerve-endings after the fleeting touches in the kitchen. Feeling how you settle, shift, get comfortable, finding that "right spot." I like the delicious agony of your soft curves, forcing a reaction, my body betraying my best intentions. It's a sensation that screams "woman." I can't avoid touching you now, but can I keep my cool? The urge to reach out with my hands is irrepressible, and they land, almost of their own accord, on your shoulders. Back rubs are innocent, right? I spread my fingers wide, testing the expanse of your shoulders, running them up to your neck and back out to your shoulders, finding where the muscles turn, and where they twist with anxiety. Sensation and warmth seem to be flowing out from my fingertips, all of my nerves concentrated there. My head is fuzzy, separate from my body. Your hand lands on my thigh, sensation sparking speeding up my leg like a car heading the wrong way down a one-way street. A calculated move on your part? You ooze confidence in this touch. Others, forever ago and a million miles away, were like caged birds, uncertain and fluttering, hearts pounding. Not you. You are in control, purely in the moment, relishing every move of my hands on your back. There's a spot - there, just above the collar of your blouse - where your skin first comes into view. In the candlelight it's indistinct and wavering, like I'm looking at you underwater. At times it's a soft brown - the truth? At others it shifts, chameleon-like, to a shade so dark I might be stroking a Nubian princess. I trace with solitary fingertips along the edges of your blouse, an arbitrary path across your skin, and then down to meet underneath your neck. As if it were a den of thieves, other fingers materialize clandestinely in the darkness, and set out to trail soft lines up to the line of you jaw, and then behind your ears, to snake upwards into the tangle in your hair. It's warm there, close. I stay there momentarily, conscious of the rise and fall of your chest, the comfortable pressure of your body against mine. My hands escape again, kneading the muscles of your neck and shoulders more firmly now, rolling them back and releasing their pent-up tension. My hands drift like migrant workers, away from the center of your body and out to your upper arms. They run light-fingered over your biceps, down across your forearms, and trace the length of each finger one by one. The return path is traced with fingernails instead of the pads of my fingers, and I can feel your body react to the change. While my fingers continue their dance, my eyes can't escape the spot where your neck and shoulders meet, hidden by loose strands of your hair. In the candlelight I can see hairs. I've leaned involuntarily closer, and experimentally, I blow a warm breath across the bare skin there, then run my fingers over the same spot and into your hair again. This time I blow a cooler, more directed breath, trail it down your neck and across the exposed skin there. I'm so close that the fresh smell of your skin soaks into me every time I inhale. It's too much; I can't resist, and I reach out with just the softest touch of my tongue and lips against your bare skin, surrounded by warm breath. I feel and hear your sharp intake of breath at the same time, all over my body. I like the reaction I've gotten. Just like that, the flow has changed, and it's me in control now. I feel confident, knowing the tease. I shift our bodies so that I can lean forward farther, then return my lips to where they were, hovering just above the curve of your neck. I wind myself torturously across any bare skin I can reach, lips so close that you can feel the heat of my breath, the moisture, but the touch eludes you. My fingers trail up and down your arms, light, feathery touches, then crawl up to your shoulders where they dance across the spots where the warmth of my breath is already fading. I place my palms flat against the skin of your shoulders, and slide them forward, following the line of your blouse. I cover every inch of your exposed flesh, making sure I touch each spot, the opposite of a kid avoiding cracks on a sidewalk. I wrap my hands softly around your neck, slide them up to feel the line of your jaw. I gently tilt your head back, until it rests on my shoulder, and you can see my profile out of the corner of your eye. My fingers slip up your neck again, higher now. Hesitantly, one padded fingertip eases onto your lower lip and traces its full outline. I can feel the wind of your breath as you inhale. Your tongue slips out to wet your lips, and I run my finger across them again, relishing the new sensation, warm and slick. You reach out to capture my finger, but he slips away, leaving a moist trail behind. He flees lower, across your breastbone, crossing over onto cloth for the first time, and joined by his brethren. They continue, slipping deep between the valley of your breasts, then slipping around to the right side of your body to climb back up again. As my arm crosses over, it brushes furtively against the fullness of your breast, and your body arches towards it involuntarily like a moth seeking flame, a first hint of fulfilling contact. I can feel your breath quicken, your body's attempt to quicken the pace, but I'm not ready for that. Instead, I reach down now with both arms, as far down as your waist, and on either side of your torso, I pull my fingers up your sides. They cross over the railroad-track bumps of your ribs and bra, and teasingly across your armpits, purposefully avoiding other, more sensitive areas. Then back down again, this time with the hard fingernail side down, five trails of sensation on either side. You squirm slightly, anxious for more contact, but afraid of breaking the spell. I repeat my lap once, and again, and turn my face so that it's nestled in the warmth of your hair. I inhale the scent of you, and this time, the ascent treks right over the outside swell of each breast. Did a soft moan just escape your lips? This time, for the descent, there is another change. The fingertips are gone, replaced this time with the full, warm touch of my hands. But instead of trailing quickly down your body, this time it's maddeningly slow. Beginning at the taut muscles of your neck, my hands begin to inch downward, slow contact with your skin. Bit by bit they move, across your collarbone. They cross over onto the "V" of your blouse, and lower still. You can feel their warmth through your clothes, and as I approach your breasts, you wonder what path they will take. Ever so slowly they drift down your body, and this time instead of going around, they slide right onto your breasts, palms dragging with painfully slow friction over your nipples. Your breath comes faster, and I can feel a stiffening against my palms. But I don't stay to pay attention, I just continue my languorous path down your body, until I reach the edge of your blouse. At your waist, a quick flick of wrists and my palms are finally up against the bare skin of your stomach. It feels so warm and soft compared to the rough texture of clothes. I slide them across, feeling the expanse of your waist, exploring your curves. A naughty fingertip dips briefly under the waist of your jeans, and out again. I slide my hands higher, and trace the outline of your bra. I'm frustrated by it, but I don't want to break the spell by making you sit up yet. Instead, I run my hands up and over your breasts again and glide them up your neck once more. I lean down and breathe warm air along your neck and ear, while one hand slides, fingers first, down your neck and under the collar of your shirt. Your body is struggling to stay still now. I can feel you straining for more touch. My hand, clever, slips into the cup of your bra, and as my mouth closes on your earlobe, I trace a delicate circle around one nipple, then roll the bud between my fingertips. Your back arches, and you moan aloud. Frustrated now, I push you upright, breaking contact for the first time. With your help, I pull your shirt over your head, and deftly unhook your bra, and remove that, too. I whisk my own shirt off as well, but as you reach for me, I place a finger to my lips in silence, and lie you back down on the couch alone. I kneel beside the bed, and lean towards you. Our eyes meet in a smoldering instant, and we crush our lips together once, our tongues dancing briefly until I break the contact and urge you to lie back again. You do, and your hair splays across your shoulders in an array of lines and curves. Now at your side, I take both hands together, and slide them across your body, over your warm belly, feeling the softness of your skin against my palms. I pull them back again and repeat it higher up, your ribs hard ridges under your skin. On the next pass, my hands close around your breasts firmly, feeling their fullness, rubbing the nipples beneath a rough thumb pad. I lean in close. I hover over one nipple, so you can feel my breath warm and moist, but not yet touching you. You rustle beneath me, straining for the touch. I give it to you, closing my mouth around your nipple, sucking gently while I roll my tongue around the hard tip. Your breath escapes all at once, and you reach for my head to caress it, but I pull away and shake my head no. I pull you off the couch, onto the soft futon mat on the floor. I lie you down there, and push your arms up until they rest behind your head. I look you in the eye to make sure you've gotten the message. No touching allowed. The candlelight flickers against your bare skin, and I can see your eyes watching me, taking in my bare chest, the soft brown hair there. I kneel between your thighs and run my hands from your knees up to the crotch of your jeans, where I rub two fingers between your legs, a shocking and sudden direct contact that makes you quiver and gasp in surprise. I reach and quickly undo the button fly. I hook my fingers into the waistband, and you lift your hips to help as I pull your jeans and underpants swiftly off. In a moment, you are completely naked. I kneel there momentarily, enjoying your form, the way the light flickers and shadows creep in the clefts of your body. I lean over your body, supporting my weight so that no part of me is touching you, and in that position I lean in to lick your lips, and kiss you deeply. I lower myself onto you, feeling the heat of your breasts crushed against my bare chest. I grind with my hips, and you can feel how hard I am, and the rough friction of my jeans against your pussy makes you groan into my mouth, but I lever myself off of you, leaving you writhing without contact beneath me. I stand up, facing you, and undo the fly of my jeans. I slide them over my hips and off, and underwear too. Now naked too, I kneel beside your head, and turn your face towards me, so that you can see how hard you have made me. I slide one hand slowly up and down the shaft while you watch with fevered eyes. My other hand reaches for you. My fingers find your lips, and press inside, feeling the hot wetness of your mouth. With only one thing to focus your touch on, you suck on my fingers ravenously, your tongue racing to touch everywhere at once, all the while watching the rhythmic movements of my hand. I pull my fingers from your mouth, and rub their wetness on the head of my cock, small circles that make it glisten in the candlelight. I move lower on your body, trailing hard fingernails all the way down, until I am between your legs again. I slide my hands gently up and down the soft insides of your thighs. I get down lower, lower, until my face is between your legs. You know what's going to come, and your anticipation is a wild rush, hard to contain. Almost involuntarily, your hand reaches into my hair, but that's not acceptable, and I sit up. You feel a pang of loss and frustration and contritely put your arm back in position. I wait there, for fifteen, thirty seconds, a minute, while you stare at me, eyes pleading me to continue. I move between your legs again, and slip my fingers through the soft hair there. I can feel the heat rising up from between your legs. I move my face closer and inhale your musky odor, and I feel a throb in my groin at the sexy smell of you. I place my hands on your thighs, push them outwards, opening you up more. I blow a stream of cool air over your exposed lips, and your hips rotate in reaction. I reach between your legs and use my fingers to open you up, exposing your clit. With my tongue, I trace a slow, wet path around your clit, and you practically shout in reaction. I run my tongue up and down next to your clit, first on one side and then the other. Every few strokes I flick my tongue lightly and directly on you, and smile into your pussy as you buck in response. I take your whole clit in my mouth, sucking gently while my tongue swirls in rapid circles. I release you, and push my tongue past your lips, sliding it hard inside you like a tiny cock. Your taste is strong, musky on my tongue, the taste of a woman. I pause for moment and lean across your body to kiss you. You kiss back hard, and you can taste yourself on my lips and tongue. While we kiss, you can feel the hot warmth of my cock against your belly. I break the contact again, return between your thighs. I watch you as I slide two fingers up and down, feeling your heat and wetness. Your head is thrown back, eyes closed, breath coming in gasps. Your eyes open and they meet mine just as I push two fingers into your pussy. I stare at you, at the "o" of your open mouth, as I curve my fingers towards your g-spot and begin stroking them in and out of you. I start slowly, but gradually speed up, moving my thumb so it grazes against the side of your clit. The only noise in the room is your gasping breath and the sexy, wet sucking sounds between your legs. I lean down again and suck gently on your clitoris while my fingers slide wetly in and out of you, and your hips buck rhythmically against me. I start a steady rhythm, pulling my fingers down across the inside of your pussy with each stroke, while my tongue caresses alongside of your clit in careful strokes. You writhe under my ministrations, fingers digging into the carpet. You can feel the pressure building. You're not sure if you can get there, but you want to so badly. It feels so good after the long wait for touch. The sensation is crashing over you in waves now, and all you can see, feel, or hear is the approach of your orgasm. My tongue and fingers continue inexorably, urging you forward. The salty taste of you turns me on so much, and I groan into your pussy, sending another kind of sensation along your vibrating nerve endings. With my free hand, I rove up your stomach and to your chest, where I find a nipple and roll it between my fingers. The added sensation is too much to bear, and you shout out loud as your climax comes crashing down on you. As your climax starts to recede, I slide my fingers out of you and kneel between your thighs. My cock is painfully hard, straining for attention, and I lean over you. With your juices mixed with my saliva, you are soaking wet, and my cock slides deep inside you with the first thrust, causing us both to gasp and moan in pleasure. With my hands I reach up to where you have been obediently keeping your arms, and I pin your wrists to the ground with by weight. With your orgasm still thrumming inside of you, you submit to each thrust of my cock, all the way out and all the way back in again. Looking you in the eyes, I break the spell of silence, "God, Lisa, you're so beautiful..." It's as if the anticipation has all been released at once, and a wild thing claws at our spirits. I pull your arms around me, permission to touch at last. I lever myself up on my arms, and slam into you fiercely. I crush my lips against yours, and you can feel my balls slapping against you as I pound into your pussy. Your nails draw lines of fire across my back, and you can feel my cock getting harder and more engorged as I get closer and closer. "Oh God, Steve, cum for me, please," you beg me, and it's all I can do to nod in return as I thrust. When it comes it's earth-shattering. I shout out "Oh, Lisa!" and I start to cum, spurt after spurt of hot cum pouring inside of you. My strokes slow down, the firm wetness of you pulling the last few pulses from me. Your hands are on my sweaty back, pulling me close, contact along the length of our bodies. I let my arms down and collapse on top of you, breathing heavily. I push myself into you as far as I can, not wanting to break the connection. We stay that way for a long time, feeling the pounding of our hearts together, the culmination of the evening's long anticipation. Anticipated Moment How can I explain my feelings into words adequate enough to say what I felt that day. Anticipation felt to my very core. Desires and needs so strong and yet….to this day and hour…had been….unfulfilled in my life. Not even in my wildest hopes and dreams could I imagine that this weekend would awaken within me feelings that were buried…yes hidden…so deep inside of me. Did I know they were there? I ask myself that….and yes…I think I always knew that the passion you unleashed and brought to fruition was there….it just took someone very special, very sensual …to bring it out in me….and show me …what it is to be a total….woman. A woman who wanted to be pleasured …and yes…give it as well. I was nervous as the hour drew near. I watched the clock….yes….I needed this weekend spent in your arms. I looked forward to it now for weeks and finally … it was here. Then the phone rang and you were trying to find the hotel. I looked out of my window ….the very top floor. I watched the traffic and tried to see which car was yours. You now were close…even the sound of your voice sent chills down my spine. I paced around the room…waiting…then finally I heard it….the knock on the door. How my heart beat faster as I went to look out and see you standing there. I remember thinking, "Wow such a sensual man!" I slowly unlocked the door and smiled as you walked in. You were finally… here! Then, hesitantly, we were in each others arms…hugging…and you kissed me. I knew it was the beginning of a fantastic weekend…and wondered…could you hear my thoughts. Even in those first few moments….something awakened …did you know this? How you set my senses afire? Then I walked on in the room….and sat on the edge of the bed…and asked if you wanted to sit down too. As you sat next to me and we talked a few minutes….your question stunned me just a little. You asked…."Am I going to have to take care of you before we go to dinner?" This embarrassed me some…but yes….I wanted you to take care of me. We began to kiss….slowly touch…and then our kiss deepened and we lay back on the bed. Soon you were undoing my white silky blouse….then my bra as I was on top of you. Hands roaming…and then when your lips found my breasts…my nipples….I almost cum just by your exquisite touch. How I moaned…loud…and I didn't care how loud. I needed you so much. We kissed …and with each kiss….I felt I couldn't get enough of your mouth… your sweet lips. Teasing my lips as you pulled…and then kissed more. I held you close and I wanted more. Your kisses left my mouth…slowly making your way down my tummy…by now you were pulling my pants off. I was so wet…so hot…I can't remember now at what point you removed my panties….your mouth was kissing my clit…down…further….kissing…tongue moving…to open my pussy lips. I gasped as you began to tease my inner depth with your tongue. Oh baby how I needed you inside of me. Then I cum…and cum…as your tongue worked it's magic on my pussy. Did I beg you to fuck me? Or did I just think it? Words I don't normally use seemed so natural with you. Your body soon moved over mine again and then your clothes disappeared too. I could feel your hardness next to me. But I was soon to find out…that your teasing…had only just begun. Your kisses again teased my lips….and I held your head…hands roaming through your hair. More teasing…as you again played with my nipples…they were so hard. Your hands explored…touched…ignited so many fires inside of me. I felt free within your arms. And with each orgasm….I felt that I needed another…..each one…the plateau of pleasure was even more intense. At what point did I touch your cock? All I know is that your cock …felt soooo good. And I wanted it in my mouth…to taste you…tease you. Mmmmm your cock is fabulous baby….can you still feel my lips as I wrapped them around you for the first time? Feel my hot breath….lingering…..kissing your cock….such a wonderful cock baby. Then when you slid your hard cock inside of my pussy…and began to slowly make love to me….it was….so….beautiful. I had never felt this way and the intensity of each release…one right after another….made the tears start flowing….yes I cried….and I could not stop. The depth of emotion I felt at those moments….was like none I've ever felt before. And the fleeting thought passed through my mind…will I ever feel this again? The sharing and giving of such sweet passion….as two souls united for moments of the purest and most beautiful pleasure two humans can share? I was lightheaded… with such a floaty feeling that I knew if I tried to stand…I would not be able to do so. Then your lips….captivating mine again….such languorous teasing kisses. I was on fire again…and yes…I needed….more….again…now. Were you surprised baby at just how much passion you unleashed? How I seemed to be so insatiable? As our….breathing….began to return to a normal state…it was time to shower. You asked…if I had ever had my hair washed in the shower. And I was so surprised… for I've never shared this before….another first for me. As we stepped into the shower and you gently…washed my hair…and every inch of my body….I could have cried then too. For you made me feel…like a princess. I've never felt so pampered in my life. Then we dressed for dinner….and I had brought a special dress…one that I would not wear a bra with….crissed-crossed back that fit snug through the bust yet the hips became fuller…flaring in sensual array….small buttons down the front. The look on your face still makes me smile….for I could tell not only by your words…but by the look in your eyes….that you liked it. I left my hair curly and unruly. I felt so wanton…and I wanted to please you again. Ahhh but first, we needed nourishment. Dinner was so sweet too….I liked the way that you sat next to me…not only then…but every time we dined. I liked the way ….your hand crept between my legs to tease me…unbuttoning one of the buttons. I felt self-conscious, yet I loved this feeling in public. I was still being shy about this….but inside….I was screaming that this is what I wanted…what ….I needed. After dinner…walking down to your car ….you pulled me to you on the elevator…in the parking garage. You know, the thought even went through my mind…that you may want to make love down here….secretly… I almost hoped we would. But I was rather shy and you didn't push it. I think now… should you have? I wouldn't have objected. The night seemed to go on and on….loosing track of time as we again enjoyed each other. Falling asleep in your arms felt so good. I felt totally content. During the night…..early morning hours….which of us woke first I do not remember. But feeling you reaching for me….as I did you….enjoying early morning sex and falling back to sleep…was marvelous. Feather light kisses upon my lips awakened the fire within me…even deep in slumber I was on fire. Was it a dream or did I really feel you….no dream as I soon felt your hands teasing my body….moving down my breasts…cupping each one to be followed by your lips. Ahhhhh how enticing this was. To feel your lips gently pulling and tugging on my nipples as my back arched making me moan…more more more. I was still half awake….languishing in that medium between sleep and awakened state … as I felt your hand moving further down my tummy….my legs opening without any conscious thought or effort. Your fingers working magic as you began to rub me. Then I felt you move as I tried to open my eyes ….realizing that you had already blindfolded me hindering my sight. I smiled a sleepy smiled as I tried to speak to you. Your finger immediately covering my lips with a whisper close to my ear…. "Shhhhhhhhh Baby…just …..feel…and…..enjoy." I felt you leave the bed for a few moments….my curiousity peaked as I turned my head… trying to follow your movements. "What are you doing baby?" I whispered….afraid to speak any louder lest all this would truly turn out to be a dream. The only sound I heard was a soft humming noise and I tried to place the sound. Then I felt you close to me again….whispering in my ear… "I am going to capture ‘us' together….so you can see later how you look… when your reach your orgasms…" The thought…your voice….sent chills over my body. I could almost see your smile at my reaction. The image of us being video-taped was uppermost in my mind making me quite self-conscious. But as soon as your lips once again began to caress my body…igniting the fires of desire….the video camera set up just a few feet away from the bed was soon forgotten. I was lost in the passion of your lovemaking. Yes, I moaned and begged you to consume me….crying out your name each time I felt your tongue flicking across my clit…sending tingles from head to toe. I needed you inside of me….this was such sweet torture…being denied the very thing that I craved… that I begged for…that I needed more than anything. My breathing was hard as I moaned …. "Please Baby….now…plleeassseeeeee….." Then I felt your lips close to my ear again whispering….teasing me…. "Tell me….exactly….what you want….what you need….tell me….say it…" I swallowed hard trying to breath and speak at the same time…as my body and mind tried to reason together. All I could do is moan as I felt the tears behind my blindfold. Did you smile as you watched me trying to speak? Ahhhh yes…your hand again… caressing the insides of my legs….more yes baby I cried in my mind….was I whimpering….mingled with moans….you knew exactly how close you had me and yet….were denying me at the same time. As your fingers teased the smoothness of my nether lips I could no longer contain the fires so deep within. I screamed as your fingers sought the inner warmth and began to move within me….deeper …and …faster….and harder. I was…. Cumming…. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh yeessssssssssssssss…….." I screamed. Your lips claiming mine as your fingers never stopped…riding those waves as my pussy juices coated them…my arms….clinging to your neck. Then I felt your fingers pulling away from me….and yes….I moaned again at the emptiness I felt and still desired….only to feel them opening my lips as you spoke softly…. "Taste Baby…." Opening my lips I began to suck on each of your fingers…tasting as I heard you chuckle at my greediness. Again your voice as began to tease my nipples with your lips. My body reacted instantly as I arched against you….wanting…more. You removed the blindfold… and gently pulled me on top of you. Still, I paid no attention to the camera capturing our every move. Thinking back now, I believe you never forgot about the camera. The positions you had me in ….always …aimed directly at the lens…every movement captured forever within the lens. You lay upon your back now….softly whispering again…telling me what you now desired and wanted me to do. As I moved by your side…you lifted my hair … watching as my mouth began to tease your body….ahhhh yes….I did exactly as you did…for it was now…'my' turn…to tease. Mmmmmmmmmm how I liked this part. You lifted my hair to watch my tongue as I traced it down your body…to each leg and then….back up….never touching your cock that now was aching for a kiss…a touch…anything….ahhhh isn't it sweet torture for you baby….as it was for me? I moved positions…to now kneel between your legs….as my fingers began to simultaneously run up the insides of your legs…I smiled as I watched your cock grow even more. Did I moan? Ahhh yes…I wanted to feel that hard cock inside my wet pussy…I need it….but…….not yet. I looked into your eyes….as I began to lower my mouth…closer…closer….my tongue reaching out….to…….. (to be continued).....