0 comments/ 13631 views/ 0 favorites I Wonder By: poisoniv1 Does she know how nervous I am? Is she feeling the same jitters? Does she know how much I want her? Does she know how much I've thought about this night? I think so. I think she knows. I see it in the dance of her eyes, and I hear it in the undertones in her voice. But still, I have so many questions. So many questions, and I can't help but wonder. I wonder what she'll want me to do. I wonder how she'll react. I wonder what she likes. I wonder. Will she want me to undress her? Will she want me to unbutton her blouse, kissing down her neck and chest with each unpopped button? Will she sit on the bed as I remove her shoes? Will she lift her hips as I pull down her panties? Will she chuckle as I struggle with the clasp of her bra? After I remove her clothes, will she want me to fold them and place them on a chair? Or hang them neatly in my closet? Or scatter them forgotten on the floor? Will she huddle under the covers while I undress? Or will her nostrils flare as she watches me tear off my clothes? Will her eyes drop for a mere millisecond to my stiffened penis, then rise quickly back up to my eyes, a blush shining on her cheeks? Or will she stare at my cock with unabashed lust, licking her lips and fondling her cunt? I wonder. Will she sigh as I crawl to her side and place my hand over her breast? Or will she shout and laugh as I jump right on top of her, grabbing her hips and pulling her up against me? Will we kiss and stare into each other's eyes? Will we kiss and pet? Will we kiss and squeeze each other tight? Will we kiss and squirm against each other? I wonder. Will she want me to make love to her hands? Will she want me to kiss the center of her palm? Or will she want me to stroke her wrist? And which part of her fingers will be most sensitive? The tips? The base? The backs? The insides? Will she want me to hold her foot in my lap while I push my thumbs into her sole? Will she want to feel my fingertips flicking along her inside ankle as lightly as can be? Will she want me to stroke the top of her foot with my open palm? Or will she want me to suck her toes, running my tongue all around while she wiggles her little piggies and giggles? I wonder. Will she want me to massage her calf on my way up to that soft spot behind her knee? Will she want me to lick her there, to taste the twinge of her sweet sweat? Will she want me to kiss the backs of her thighs, back and forth, left and right, on a slow journey higher? Will her legs twitch with each gentle touch of my lips? Will her breathing quicken as I urge her thighs apart? Will she open herself up timidly, with a trembling hand draped across her thigh? Or will she spread herself eagerly, confident that I will love her cunt? I wonder. Will she want me to kiss around the perimeter of her pubic hair? Or should I lick? Or suck? Will she want me to tug the kinky hairs with my teeth? Will she want my fingers to burrow through the curls? Will she want me to ease her pussy apart with my thumbs? Will she let me rub my nose through her open folds? Will she want me to kiss her clit? Or flip it with my tongue? Will she complain that I am teasing her? Will she mew with every gentle pursed-lip suck? I wonder. Will she want me to take a flower and tickle her skin with its petals? And what kind of flower would be right? Something sweet and romantic, like a rose? Something exotic, like an orchid? Or something playful, like a daisy? Will she want me to twirl the bloom by its stem, its petals spinning against her skin? Or will she prefer a slow sweeping movement? Afterwards, will she press the flower between pages of a book? Or will the power of our passion leave the flower crumpled in the creases of our sheets? I wonder. Will she want me to flutter the bottoms of her breasts with my fingers? Or would she rather I stroke along the sides? Will her skin prickle with pleasure? Will she tremble if I lick along her breastbone, slow little back and forth tongue licks? Will her nipples stiffen with my gentle kisses? Or will she moan when I open my mouth wide and try to gobble her up, slobbering and sucking her whole breast into my mouth? I wonder. Will she want me to cradle her face in my hands and look into her eyes? Will her eyes brighten when I mouth a few magic words? Or will she maybe cry? Will she want me to kiss the trail of her salty tears? And with her tears kissed away, will she want her lips kissed too? The lingering kiss of familiar lovers? Or will she grab my cock and pull me to her, drawing me towards her female core? I wonder. And what of the first penetration? Will she laugh with delight? Or will she be tremblingly serious? Will she raise her knees up? Or will she scoot her bottom? Will she put her hands on my back? Or on my ass? Or around my neck? Or will she touch us where we are joined? While we fuck, will she diddle her own clit? Will she want me to whisper crude things in her ear? Or words of romance? Or will we fuck wordlessly, just grunts and hums and moans? Will she breathe slow and deep? Or fast and shallow? Will she cry out as she tenses up tight right before her release? Will she love to hear me call her name as I come inside her? I wonder. Afterwards, will she lay her head on my chest and let me play with her hair? Will her hand skim across my thighs and belly? Will she snuggle up close so we can feel each other's heat? Or will she lick down my stomach and suck my cock into her mouth, eager to go another round? I wonder. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. I can't wait to find out. I Wonder Edited by Angel Love We meet, of course at Fanny's, local night club. My friends notice you watching me first as we dance and laugh. They dare me to go up to you, which of course I can't do, after all you're older than me and I'm way too shy to be so upfront (well back then I was). So I decide to go up to the bar for another drink. Hmmm, funny how I just happen to stand next to you while waiting to be served. I can tell you want to talk but are nervous, so I turn and smile and say, "Hi." The music is so loud we have to move close to be able to hear each other. You shout, "Would you like to dance?" I reply loudly, "Yes, I would." We move onto the dance floor. Still shy, I spend more time watching the floor or looking around than looking at you. But I do glance at you checking you out. Of course making sure you're not a daggy dancer and to my surprise you are doing quite well. The music stops and we stand nervously looking at each other. I lean forward and tell you my name, things are getting a teeny bit more comfortable and so we stay and have a few more dances. After that we go our separate ways, you back to your mates at the bar, me over to my friends. About five minutes later I feel you beside me. I turn and see a drink in your hand; you smile and hand it to me. You had been watching me closely you knew what I was drinking. We stand listening to the music as you lean in and ask me where I come from and enjoy chatting, just small talk, but learning a little about each other. You ask me to dance and we move onto the dance floor again. This time the second song is a slow dance. We look at each other nervously, is the attraction strong enough. You move in closer to me and put you arms around me holding me closely. I instantly melt against you. We sway to the music, every now and then separating long enough to look at each other and smile. When the music stops we part, this time you come with me to the table where my friends are and happily I see your friends have joined us. No need to worry about you escaping back to the bar. I excuse myself and go off to the ladies with a girlfriend (of course), and while there I excitedly tell her how fantastic I think you are. When I return to the table, I thank God you're still there. You hand me my drink and we chat easily, about nothing in particular, which groups we like, how often we go there, just idle chatter. One time as you lean in close to talk to me I feel your arm go round me, and that's where it stays for the rest of the night. As 3 am nears, I'm a little disappointed that you haven't asked me for my phone number and even more disappointed when you ask me if I need a lift home, now wishing I hadn't driven my car that night. I see you're disappointed too and suggest you walk me to my car. We walk silently hand in hand. When we get there I turn to you and its then you lean close to me and we share our first kiss. My god, the feeling that goes through me, I kiss you back, but shyly not wanting you to know the affect your having on me. As we part our smiles tell the whole story, you felt the same, an explosion of emotion, from shyness to innocent wanting in one kiss. You ask me if I will be coming again tomorrow night, I have no idea but of course I say yes. There is no way I won't be there, and of course this time I won't be driving. We meet again the next night, still a little nervous, wondering if the attraction was real or just an end of night thing that brought us together, with a little help from what we had both drunk and of course the pushes and urging from our friends. At the end of the night after dancing and chatting you ask me if I brought my car, this time I'm happy to say, "No I came with a girlfriend." Being the gentleman that you are, you ask if she would mind if you gave me a lift. Not wanting you to know that of course that was the plan all along I go and ask my girlfriend. A knowing wink between us and an 'of course not' settles all. You drive me home and amazingly you know exactly which neighbourhood to drive to except I have to direct you from there to my house. We pull up to the front of the house and you turn off the motor. Again we chat easily; this time interrupted when you lean over and kiss me. We share a few small kisses. You pull me into your arms, our kisses still sweet and quite innocent, neither of us wanting to go too far. After what seems an eternity I say I better go inside, it's then you finally ask me for my phone number and strangely enough I have it written neatly on a piece of paper in my jeans pocket. You tell me you'll ring me tomorrow and I lean over and give you another small kiss to say good night. I then get out of the car and walk up my drive. As I turn the corner at the back of my house I'm glad to see you're still there, waiting and watching to see that I get inside safely. I wave and watch you drive away........ I'm relieved the next day when the phone rings and I answer to find you on the other end. We chat for about 15-20 minutes again not about anything in particular. We say our goodbye's and you tell me you'll call again during the week. Later that week you call and ask me what my plans are, I tell you I will be at Fanny's again that weekend and so we arrange to meet. This goes on for a few weeks, sometimes I drive with you walking me to my car at the end of the night, other times you give me a lift home. We become closer and the obligatory asking of me to go with you happens. After a month or so you come to pick me up and of course it's the meeting of the parent's time. I can see you're nervous, I'm not, I know my dad trusts my judgement and would approve of you instantly, but this seems no help to you. You easily chat with my parents, no interrogation, as we leave dad says, "Enjoy yourselves and don't be too late home." The look of relief on your face is obvious as we walk down the driveway to the car. That night things seem a little different, finally we are boyfriend and girlfriend. When you bring me home that night our kisses seem longer, our feelings growing, but still innocent. Our time together increases, we go to movies, drives and start to go and watch each other play at which ever sport is happening that weekend. After a few months, our kisses are more intense, I feel excited as you kiss me and I want you to touch me more. Not wanting to get too serious but I feel myself aroused at even the thought of your kisses, I wonder if you're feeling the same. Then one night, our innocent kisses turn more passionate. Your hands start to wander over me, I lean into you and my hands wander over you as well. This time we pull away from each other breathless, knowing we want to take the next step, but of course those were more innocent times. The next step meant petting, fully clothed, but me allowing you to slip your hand inside my shirt and feeling my arousal build as your fingers tenderly and shyly fondle my breast, my nipples hard and standing erect. A few weeks of this and things are ready to go further; I am elated when you tell me you love me. My feelings are reciprocated but hadn't been spoken before this point. Of course the place to be is the drive in. We plan our first night of being absolutely alone together, of knowing we would probably not see the whole movie. It's a Saturday night, when a not so popular movie is showing. We purposely find a secluded spot near the back and over to the side, wanting to be alone in case things do take that next step. I wonder if you are as nervous as me, even though we are totally comfortable with each other, we are about to proceed into new territory. We sit closely and watch the movie, your arm draped around me, my head on your shoulder. I sense your eyes on me and I turn my head to you. You lean down and kiss me, harder than usual, my lips part as I feel my arousal build. Our tongues tentatively play, our hands now wandering over each other. For the first time I move my hand down and lightly rest it on your cock as you fondle me. This time you lean down and kiss my breasts, your lips seeking out my erect nipples. A moan escapes me which seems to be a signal to you that I want more. Your tongue now explores me further, you suck and gently bite at my nipples, you guide my hand down to your cock again and I rub you feeling you grow harder under my touch. Then it happens, the lights grow bright and sounds of movement, car doors slamming, people talking and laughing brings us back to reality. It's intermission. We untangle ourselves and look into each other's eyes, knowing this is our chance to move to the back seat. We hope we will be more comfortable and it will be less obvious to any of those around us what our intentions are. Nervously we sit there, kissing and playing while waiting for the lights to dim again. Once the lights go out our petting becomes more ardent again. This time we know what we both want. You help me, nervously undo my shirt and remove my jeans. I sit there excited and a little scared as you do the same. Again you pull me close, this time your fingers not only explore my breasts but they move slowly down to my mound. You rub me gently at first and I open my legs to your touch. Your fingers part my lips, slowly entering me, exploring me. Amazingly I move on them, wanting your fingers in me deeply; loving your tender touch. I slowly sink back allowing you to lie on top of me. I feel your hardness against me; a feeling flows through me, new and unbelievable. Now lying on the back seat, and thank god I'm only five feet tall. I fit quite comfortably; you, however, are finding it hard to gain the best position, but somehow we manage it. I feel your cock rubbing against my pussy. I push myself against you and your knob enters me. I gasp as you delve in me; you pull away, concern on your face that you are hurting me. You look in my eyes and see no hurt there; only longing. As gently as you can you push further with each pump. Did you realise you were claiming my virginity. We lose ourselves together as we find our motion our rhythm involuntarily becoming one, I feel your cock in me, a gentle and slow exploration, in and out, your cock filling me, my tight pussy surrounding you, raising me higher. This new sensation is overwhelming. I moan as I feel myself explode, not experienced, not able to prolong our love making. Somehow your sensibilities come back and you pull out before you explode. I take your cock in my hand and help you cum, your warm sticky juices flooding my stomach. The look of wonder between us, knowing we have just shared something, a memory that will stay with us forever. We clean ourselves up, get dressed and stay together in the back holding each other tightly. Was it then that we realised there would be no others that we were now destined to be together always. I Wonder if You Really Know I wonder, will you master me this evening? Will you not only dominate me, but give me reason to submit to you? Submission isn't easy, you see, and the only reason for doing so is love. We both know you like to master me, and I like to be mastered. We know you like to hurt me, we know I can find pleasure in pain. Sometimes I do wonder how much.... Your idea of finding a third to join us is becoming intriguing for just that reason: It means my surrender to you. You have no idea how the idea of surrender melts me. The idea of surrender- tender touches and terse commands, sharp pain followed by soft, loving praise- is what I crave. "Do this, because I told you to do this. Yes, very good...." That is what I need. I need to be mastered by someone who loves me, who will take pleasure from me, who will enjoy using me. I need to hear that my desire, my pain, my need is perfect, just what you want. Do you realize I love the idea of being spanked, hard, so that my bottom turns red and burns- spanked not as punishment, so much as that you enjoy the sight of me squirming on your lap, you like watching my ass pinkening and then reddening, that the sounds I make turn your cock into a hot steel rod. I like the idea of being spanked and being told how pleased you are with me, that you like spanking me and that I will be spanked whenever you wish to spank me. I like the idea of you telling me that you are going to hurt me when you do thus and such to me, and that you will enjoy it. I long to hear you telling me I will take the pain you give to me by doing something because you want it so; that this time I must bear it silently, and now this time I may cry out. That you will hold me or tie me or punish me if I do not do this thing as you wish. And the opposite of that- that you will praise me if I do as you wish, reward me with a bit of simple pleasure if I am compliant- is necessary, too. And, oh! The very idea of never knowing which touch will be pure pleasure- gentle fingers on my nipples, long, loving strokes along my sides and hips, shivering licks up the small of my back and the nape of my neck- and which will bring sharp gasps of pain- cruel pinches on those tender nipples, bites to the sides of my breasts, stinging smacks on the cheeks of my bottom- is an absolute turn-on. It is not simply that I receive pleasure from pain- or that I wish to be simply used with no regard; it is that I wish you to give me tender pain, loving pain, sweetly pleasurable pain along with soft, sweet gentle touches. The paradox of pleasure and pain is all in the mix. And the mix depends upon me knowing what you want of me, what I am doing to you. That is the paradox you face: Making me a slave to you, to use as you wish, while ensuring I know how much I please you. I love the idea of you slipping a hand between my legs and checking to see how wet I am and telling me that I am doing just as you wish by being so turned-on. To have you touch me, slide a finger along the slippery length of me, and then hear you say "That's good, Baby, very, very good, you're so nice and wet for me", is enough to make me squirm right now. Being good for you is the turn-on for me. It's the reason I can allow you to take my ass. Being positioned so vulnerably is difficult enough- especially knowing what is going to happen next. The idea of you preparing me- describing how you will be slow and gentle at first because you know having your huge, hard cock slid into my ass hurts me so very much, feeling your fingers stretching and wetting my ass in preparation as you give pleasure to my nipples or clit to distract me, commanding me to slide lubricant onto your cock so you can sink in easily, instructing me to turn around and ready myself to take your cock in my ass- all while being, not mean or selfish, but lovingly commanding, is what I want. To know you relish my cries and sighs and moans and even fear, is what I need. It is the paradox of being spoken to like a beloved treasure, yet used solely for your pleasure, which I dream of when you are not near me. You have a submissive wife, my Love; will you not master her soon? I Wondered If She Would Do It I had been courting this cute co-ed the last couple years. After graduation we started dating and I was in her room one day. One of Julie's old schedule books had a day circled on it with an "all right John!" entry for that day. I asked Julie about it and she told me about an affair she'd had with this guy John the previous year giving lots of erotic details. I was so turned on that we fucked ourselves like crazy right then and there! When she said things like "I told him I wanted to suck his cock until he came," I went nuts. One day they were out on a luncheon date and had started having sex in the cab of his pick-up truck: he sat on the bench seat, in the middle; she took her underwear and panty hose down, straddled him as they fucked. She told me about how he had his palms on her bare ass and at one point lifted her off his cock and lowered her some; she felt the truck's stick shift knob push in to her pussy. That made her a smile as they kissed and her hips reflexively pivoted around on that knob. It was the first time she had "fucked a truck." After more good fucking they left the cab and went around back of the truck where he made her get up on the bumper. John joined her on the bumper and bent her over the tailgate to so he could enter her from behind. Julie's upper body was suspended over the empty truck bed and she remembered stretching her arms out finding nothing to grab, just having a fuck there in the woods. They fucked like that for a while and got down off the bumper. I loved the way she told me about going down on her bare knees then, with her panties and hose still wrapped around one ankle she sucked John's thick vein-covered cock till he came in her mouth! The detail she gave me, about some semen running down her chin, dripping on her sweater, was fantastic. I'd never heard a woman talk like this and thought it was fucking great, so erotic! Several times over the next month I got her to tell me more stories of her past lovers. She enjoyed it because I'd always eat her pussy and fuck like crazy during and after her sexy stories from the past. Her descriptions were so vivid it was like watching and I told her I thought I would like to watch her having sex with some other guy, maybe even have a threesome. She said yeah, she might like that too. When I told her during a fuck session that I was going to call this John guy up she would buck and pant and cum like wildfire. She would whisper an OK to me; I knew she liked the idea. One day, in spite of being very nervous, I actually DID call John at his office and introduced myself; he remembered Julie. Then I told him she would like to hear from him again; I gave him her work phone number. After the call my heart was pounding. I walked around with a solid erection; I didn't know what would happen next. I felt like a guy who had just led a lamb to slaughter. Julie called from work a few minutes later with an angry and startled question, "What did you tell John?" When I told her I merely suggested she'd like to hear from him she said "okay" and hung up. A while later Julie called from work saying she'd be home late, her boss had some extra work for her. I was so horny after hearing that my pants bulged all day, I swallowed hard and panted around a lot, trying not to stroke myself too much. Guys always say things like this in these type stories, but it really did happen that way! My throat went dry and my heart pounded in my chest; it was agony but so damned sweet! Julie got home late that evening, I remember because it was pitch black outside and it was during the MLB summer all-star game: Julie rushed around taking a shower, getting in some tight blue jeans and sexy cowboy boots. I followed her around panting and ignoring the baseball game, god her ass looked great in those jeans. She told me John had called her back after she called me and suggested they have lunch together so she said "let's make it dinner." Things were moving fast. It looked like Julie really really wanted to fuck this guy! She was excited going out with an old flame and I think I was at least as excited as she was. They were supposed to meet at a restaurant a couple blocks over but it was closed! Oh fuck! Somehow she knew-had a feeling anyway-and went to find him on his motorcycle, because a summer shower started up, in a car wash next door; Julie walked up to him in the dark, John had his hard cock out already, and put it in her hands. She heard him moan as she gave him a good squeeze, stroking him up and down. I guess they rubbed and stroked and kissed each other there until the rain quit, then headed for a more secluded spot; the rain started again so they stopped under a freeway viaduct where John got off his bike and leaned against a wall. Julie knew what he wanted. She dropped to her knees and John's cock was already out so she started giving him a blow job right then. She told me later she loved tasting his Mexican-American cock again after so long, feeling the thickly veined shaft with her lips and tongue. Julie was giving me a "replay" of all that had happened. After he dropped her off at home we hugged and kissed and jumped in bed, so she was telling me this stuff in the dark and driving me wild! I kissed her and fucked her every way I could; her mouth tasted like latex and I found out later that he let her suck his bare cock for a while, then they ran to the other side of the freeway where he pulled her pants off, laid her down on his leather jacket, and fucked her wearing a condom. At one point he had her suck his cock between the strokes he did into her tight little cunt. So that's why I tasted latex when I was French kissing her afterward. That's the way it happened. Lots of fun that night. I'll never forget it...still tremble a little when I go over this story.