0 comments/ 81410 views/ 1 favorites Restless By: franc Well, I wasn't a virgin anymore. Was that supposed to make me feel good? I did feel relieved that it wasn't hovering over my head anymore, but it was no lightening striking or thunder clapping. I returned home by a cab and had a cup of coffee. I was restless; a woman wasn't a mysterious entity anymore, she was smooth flesh, silken to touch and to caress with a mysterious scent, very feminine. I wanted more... I took out the local paper and searched the classifieds. There it was; erotic body-rub flashing at me as if beckoning to me. I rang the number and a woman answered, I enquired about it and she told me that the process included a body rub given by her in the nude. I asked her for an appointment and she fixed it for an hour later, the address was nearby. I reached the place, was some minutes earlier so walked around the block. At the given time, I rang the bell. A woman in her early forties answered the door. She introduced herself as Anna. Anna was tall with blond hair. She looked to have an average body, but that wasn't important since it was imperative to be near a female and caress her and smell her than it was to fell sexually relieved. Anna was wearing a white blouse over some sort of loose pink pants. Very casual and looked comfortable. The place was nice with wooden floors. She indicated me to small room, which had a small heater (it was cold). There was a futon on the floor. We entered the room and she asked me to get comfortable. I started to remove my clothes and was down to my underpants and I sat down on the towel, which she had spread out on the futon. Anna started to undress. She pulled down her pants and her panties together. I think they were white since there was some white mixed with her crumpled pants. I pulled down my underpants. Then she removed her blouse. She was not wearing a bra. She had full breasts and pink nipples (my dream come true). She was so very white. It would be poetic to say that she had creamy velvety skin. The breasts drooped a little but it didn't matter. She had some loose flesh on the midriff but it made her look more of a woman. My gaze traveled down and there was a sparse patch of blonde hair and the most beautiful vagina in the world. It was so plump and juicy with a lovely cleft. Man was I in heaven. She approached me and asked me to lie down on my stomach and then she took some cream from the bottle nearby and warmed it in her hands and then poured it on my back and slowly massaged it in. She used long strokes at first and then a feathery light touch. I was half asleep. Her hands were wonderful. Her fingers circled my buttocks and were on them for a long time. She straddled me and massaged my back. I could smell her perfume; it smelt like vanilla. She got off and took some more cream and started massaging my thighs. She worked the cream in and then started using those feathery touches on my inner thighs. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and a stirring in my groin. Then she asked me to turn over. I did and I had a slight hard-on. I could feel myself blushing a bit, but she reassured me wit a smile by saying that her massage was having the desired effect. Now she said that it was my turn. I was perplexed, was I supposed to massage her? She answered my questioning look by saying that I could touch her body. She semi reclined her body and I got onto my knees. I touched her breasts and those out-of-this-world pink nipples. They hardened a bit, was it because of my touch or because of the cold, I didn't know. I caressed her face and neared her neck and I could again smell sweet vanilla. I sniffed at her neck and she brought her hand behind my head and pulled me closer. I could almost taste her. I asked if I could suck her nipples, she said ok as long as I was gentle. I dropped my mouth to her left breast, tenderly holding it as if it was the most precious thing in this world and licked her rosy bud. My penis twitched. I sucked her nipple and then moved on to the right nipple swirling my tongue around it and then sucking it. I moved my hands to her thighs and caressed them gently. I touched her inner thighs and she parted her legs to give me access. There between her legs were the softest folds of a woman. I asked if I can touch her there and she nodded her assent. I put my hands in her pubic hair. It was wiry to touch. I was breathing heavily and my penis was twitching and hardening at the same time. I guess some pre-cum must have leaked on the towel. She parted her vagina lips and boy-oh-boy, she was so pink inside. Like a rose petal opening amidst a creamy surrounding. I touched her clitoris and stroked her folds with my fingers. I was as hard as a rock. She looked down at me and commented that I was excited. I grinned at her sheepishly. She then asked me to lie down and let her do her work. I complied and lay down. I shifted so I could see, she took some cream in her palms and warmed it by rubbing her palms together and then she gently touched the shaft of my hard penis. My penis twitched as if it had a mind of its own. She stroked her hand up and down on my penis and it was heaven. She was staring intently on my penis. I could feel a rush, and I knew that I would cum soon. I let her know that thinking that she may want to remove her hand, but she went on stroking and took a small towel and put it on my stomach. I came in one hard spurt that went up in the air and landed on the towel. She didn't stop but slightly turned my penis towards my stomach, the second spurt was so strong, it flew in the air and almost reached my chin. She smiled lovingly at me and went on milking my penis. I spurted some more and then was completely dry. She still stroked me gently till my penis started deflating. Then she let go of my penis and took the towel and wiped of the cum that was on my body, and lovingly asked me whether I enjoyed it. All I could do was nod. She then got up and led me to her small bathroom and asked me to have a shower. I showered quickly and came out. She was still naked. I started dressing, so did she. She untangled her panties from her pants; they were white and lacy and put them on. Anna was a goddess with her pink nipples and long legs wearing a pair of lacy white panties. She pulled up her pants and then buttoned her blouse. I dressed and came out in the outer room. I thanked her; she smiled and then pecked me on the cheek. The vanilla perfume and the femininity of Anna. I left the place. I was in bliss... Restless The desire was unbearable, but she only had herself to blame, she reflected. After all, she wouldn't even be here if she had not practically forced herself over to his apartment in a drunken spell, claiming that she couldn't sleep while her roommate's boyfriend was at her place. It was half the truth, anyway. The guy did have a bad habit of snoring and hogging the bathroom in the morning. The full truth of it was, she wanted to sleep next to him again. To feel his body relax against her curves, to fit together in the dark. Sometimes, he put his arm around her and pulled her closer, making her heart race. But all too soon, he would wake and move away, leaving her cold and aching to feel him again. Over and over this would happen, and she would lay awake for hours after he slept, watching his face in the shadowy darkness. Her mind would wander to dangerous territories, and she would think about what it would be like to be his lover, and not just his friend. Tonight was no exception. Tossing and turning, even moving away from his heat under the blankets, trying to think of mundane things, did nothing to relieve her. She had woken up an hour before to the feeling of his body against hers...and his hard cock pressed against her from behind. His boxers were an ineffective barrier, and her thin pants did little to mask the sensation. Before she could stop them, her hips shifted, moving against his cock, pressing gently. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning softly, loving the feeling. All too soon, however, he shifted in his sleep, and rolled over, taking his heat away. Leaving her aroused beyond belief and unable to do anything about it. If she were a braver person, she would reach out and glide her fingers down his spine, rousing him to wakefulness. When he would question her, she would merely capture his mouth in a kiss, swallowing his protests and his excuses until he gave in to their desire. Kissing and licking down his body, she would tease him mercilessly, until he would beg her to do more, to touch his cock, anything. Running her tongue down the trail on his belly, she would slowly remove his boxers, leaving him exposed to her heated gaze. His sight of his cock would make her skin flush and her pussy ache with wanting it inside of her...but she would make them both wait. She would taste him first. The first touch of her soft, wet mouth against the head of his cock would make him jump and groan aloud. Taking her time, swirling her tongue lazily around him while gently sucking him harder and deeper into her throat as drops of his pre-cum emerged from the tip. She slowly would bring him close to orgasm, but would back off each time he almost came, which was signaled by the tightening of his balls and fingers that were now buried in her hair, pulling her in rhythm. Frustrated and aroused beyond belief, he would almost growl her name in lust and impatience before grabbing her arms and pulling her up his tight body. He would almost rip her shirt in his haste to get it off, exposing her breasts to his gaze. Her pierced nipples were already hard with excitement, and the cool air and the heat of his stare made her shiver. His fingers would slide over the soft skin of her breasts, gently at first, then becoming more bold as she twisted under his touch, moaning softly. Pinching her nipples, pulling slightly on the rings, he wrecked havoc on her body before he upped the torture by taking one of her nipples into her mouth while playing with the other one, something that always sent her almost over the deep end. It was her turn to almost growl out his name in the dark, loving what he did to her. After what seemed an eternity, he would move between her legs as he played with her breasts, rubbing against her pussy through her panties, which he removed quickly. She knew she could feel how wet she was, and how she was burning up for him. She would buck her hips up, rubbing against his hard cock, wanting to feel him inside of her. He would wait though, poised over her like that, kissing her and teasing her with his cock, grinding the head against her clit. "Please...." She would whimper softly, going crazy with anticipation. "I need to feel you inside of me, baby...please, make love to me, fuck me...anything." He would smile that smile that always drove her crazy, and suddenly, with a shove of his hips, impale her with his cock. Crying out in surprise and pleasure, she would twist under him, feeling her already tight pussy clamp down around him. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she moved her hips in time with his deep, slow thrusts, moaning in his ear between kisses. She could feel the tension in his body, and could hear the noises he was making as he grew closer to his own orgasm. She flexed her muscles around him, and his thrusts became more urgent and desperate. She would cum soon after that, the fire in her belly exploding over and over. Crying out his name, her whole body would tighten and tease him further, until he would stiffen and groan deeply, cumming with her, until they were both spent. Her name would be on his tongue as he would lean in for one deep kiss before sleep. But this wouldn't happen. Not tonight, and maybe not ever. Instead, she would roll over and hold her pillow tight, fighting her desire for what could be as the sun lightened the room slowly. They would wake soon, and pretend that everything was normal and fine...but the ache in her would linger, until the next time they shared a bed. Restless I am sick with ME/CFS and a whole host of other problems. It varies a lot, but at the time of this story I was hit particularly hard and was spending most of my time in bed. My wife Kathy was working intermittently, and on the days she was not working she would look after me, bringing me food and drink and checking up on me. My sister Mary lived next door and when Kathy had to work Mary would come over to check I had eaten, steal my coffee and keep me company. I also periodically suffered from Restless Legs Syndrome. This sounds trivial, but it's not. When combined with CFS, it meant that I would twitch and move my legs until I was screaming in pain and completely exhausted. Not much helped this until I discovered by accident one day that having an orgasm made it all stop for long enough to get some rest. After that whenever it got bad Kathy and I would have sex, or if she wasn't around or was already asleep I would masturbate. Then one day Kathy had to go away for a few days on a training course for work. The first couple of days passed without incident. My sister visited me each day, checking that I had whatever I needed. We spent a good few hours talking too. When day three arrived I had really bad restless legs. I had twitched and convulsed all night, getting no sleep. I was moaning in pain and completely exhausted even as my legs kept moving. Around mid morning Mary turned up to check on me. I must have missed the knock on the door, and eventually Mary used her own key to let herself in. "Hi Steve, I've brought Juliet round to say hello too." Juliet had been Mary's best friend since they were kids. She was tall and rather too thin, but she was beautiful too and had a bubbling happiness that was contagious. I had fancied her for years, although she didn't know that. Footsteps came through the house and the bedroom door opened. "Steve?" I moaned in response as a particularly bad convulsion hit my legs. "Oh Steve, are you OK?" "Not really" I said. "The restless legs is really bad. I've not slept." "What's restless legs?" Juliet asked as she came into the room. "That" said Mary, pointing at my legs as they moved under the covers. "What can we do to help?" "Not much. Unless you've got some clonazapam, that's the only thing the doctor has ever given me that has helped. Not much chance of that though, getting the doctor here will take hours. I wish Kathy were here." "What would Kathy do to help? Is it something I can do?" Mary asked. I looked embarrassed and kept silent. "What? It can't be that bad!" "It's...embarrassing." I said. "Tell us! It's not like it's sex or something." More silence. "Oh." Realisation dawned for Mary. Juliet burst out laughing. "It's sex?" "Yes. Orgasm makes it all stop for a couple of hours so that I can get some rest." Mary blushed and looked embarrassed. Juliet carried on laughing. "Why do you have to wait for Kathy?" Juliet asked me. "Why can't you, you know... do it yourself?" "Stop it! He's my brother!" With that Mary turned and left the room rather quickly, and I could hear her put the kettle on to make drinks. I paused, unsure whether I should say anything. "I'm too exhausted" I explained. I can't keep going for long enough to... to finish, I run out of energy and everything will hurt. Especially as the medicine I'm using makes me take much longer." Juliet stopped laughing and looked at me. "I'll do it." "What?!" I knew what she meant but I couldn't quite believe it. "I'll make you come." "What about Jamie?" I asked. "Oh, That never really worked out. We've been nothing but friends for ages." "What about Kathy?" I was panicking a little bit now. "She won't be happy that I've cheated on her." "Is it cheating? She's not here, you're obviously in agony and I can help." "I..." Another agonising convulsion convinced me that she was right. "OK. Let's do it. Err, I don't mean that, I mean, well, err..." She laughed again and closing the bedroom door, walked around the bed to my side. Suddenly looking serious, she pulled back the duvet exposing me to her. "You sleep naked. Well, that makes it easier." She sat on the bed and grasped my now rock hard cock. I moaned, this time from pleasure not from pain. This was the first time a woman apart from Kathy had touched me. "If you take ages, what helps speed things up?" I paused, still embarrassed to talk about sex with my sister's best friend, even as she started to stroke my cock. "Well, I come quicker by mouth than by hand. It's also a bit of a turn off that you're fully clothed." Another giggle. "Well, if I'm going to suck you off then you might as well see this." Her top disappeared over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. I stared at her tits. She paused, enjoying the fact that I was admiring her, then leaned over and took my cock into her mouth. I gasped at the sensation. She started to move up and down my cock, licking and sucking. She could only get about halfway down without gagging so she wrapped her fingers around the base. She looked up. "Good?" I nodded. She licked around the head of my cock then put me back in her mouth and started moving up and down again. Hand and mouth together, she worked me and pumped me. Lightly at first, then becoming firmer and faster. I marvelled at the sensations and the feeling of her breasts dragging across my leg as she moved. I made appreciative noises as she went along. Suddenly, we were disturbed by a loud "What the hell!" from the doorway. We both turned to look. Mary stood there looking shocked, staring at us, staring at my cock exposed to her now that Juliet's mouth wasn't covering it. Juliet carried on pumping me with her hand. "I'm helping him!" "Yes, I can see that" Mary turned and left again, not bothering to close the door. Juliet grinned at me. "Oh god, my sister saw us!" "She'll get over it." Juliet bent down and licked me again. "You were right, you're taking ages. Obviously I need to step this up." She stood up and without breaking eye contact, she wriggled out of her jeans and pushed her knickers down leaving her completely naked. Then she climbed on to the bed and straddled me. "Ready for this?" "I..." She reached down for my cock and pushed me inside her. I was inside a woman, and it wasn't my wife. She settled down onto me, taking me all the way in. Leaning forward, she kissed me gently. "Don't look so shocked" she said. "I've wanted you for ages." She kissed me again and I opened my mouth and our tongues met. I could feel her breasts squashed against me. Then she sat up and started to move. Exhausted as I was, I intended to enjoy this. I brought my hands up to her waist and held her as she moved. "Touch me." I stroked her, hands moving over her back, her sides, across her belly. "Touch my breasts." I moved my hands over her breasts, caressing softly. She moaned. I stoked all around them. I stroked her nipples. Then, sitting up slightly, I took a nipple into my mouth. More moaning. "Oh god..." I moved to the other nipple, sucking and licking it. She began to speed up her movements. It felt really good now. We moved together for a while, her sliding up and down my cock, my stroking her waist and breasts. I felt closer and closer to coming. Then I heard a noise. I glanced across to the doorway. My sister was standing there watching us, staring at my cock sliding in and out of her best friend. Her hand was clearly moving inside the waistband of her trousers. She suddenly realised I was watching her and we made eye contact. I came. I came hard, pumping into Juliet again and again. She came too, moaning and shaking on top of me before collapsing forward and wrapping her arms around me. I held her as we both recovered. A glance at the doorway told me that Mary had gone. "Thank you" I said. "That was wonderful." Juliet kissed me again, softly, gently. She sat up, still with me inside her, and smiled at me. Then she climbed off and started to get dressed. I watched her, marvelling at the beautiful girl that had just had sex with me. She walked to the doorway. "Thank you for a wonderful first time." I gaped at her as she walked away. Restless Calling Cindy lay there listening to him snore. Her hand over her pubic area still wet from his quick lovemaking. "It wasn't even lovemaking," she thought. It was the routine fondling of her nipples and a quick finger probe of her vagina, mostly to see if she was wet yet. Culminated by climbing on her, sticking his cock in, a minute or two of thrusting, grunting, and collapsing. He was asleep in seconds. Sex made him sleepy, it awakened her, energized her, especially when she was left frustrated and wanting more. It had not always been this way and the memories of their love making during the early years of their relationship made her sad and angry. She had broached the subject of her sexual needs so many times, and been met with such resistance, that she had given up years ago. She abandoned the fantasy that the excitement and satisfaction she had once experienced with him would happen again. So, she would quietly lie there while he slept and masturbate. She would invent lovers and fantasies to replace her painful feelings of being taken for granted and neglected. She would climax quietly, somewhat relieved and feeling empty at the same time. Spirit Lover heard her calling him from her fantasies. He traveled to her side as she closed her eyes and called up the imagery that would excite her and lead her to orgasm. As she gently circled her clitoris with her fingers she placed her other hand over her breast, squeezing her nipple. She was startled as he climbed in bed with her and cuddled against her back as she lie facing her sleeping husband. She kept her eyes closed less opening them would dissipate the illusion of his presence. She knew it was a different fantasy this time; it was more than a fleeting sequence of erotic thoughts. This new lover was in bed with her, while her husband slept next to her. The thoughts of this dangerous liaison both frightened and excited her. She smiled as Spirit Lover nestled against her and kissed the nape of her neck. She surrendered as he placed his arm around her waist and gently cupped her breast. Her hand became his hand. Cindy transcended one reality and entered another. For the first time in many years she felt entry into a dimension of arousal that was uniquely hers. She was in control of her experience and not a bystander witnessing her body being used. Her chain of thoughts caused the effect, and the effect launched the next thought. She had brought this lover to her bed and she would lead him to please her. Spirit Lover, in his infinite awareness of her needs responded to her control, surrendering his ego to her loving guidance. As her thoughts moved to his touch of her nipple, he was guided to that thought, to that moment in her experience. Thus engaged in the same dance of erotic play they began to move as one experience. She urging him on with her need based thoughts and he with the imaginative responsiveness that inspired the playful lover in her. Spirit Lover held her in his arms and pulled her to him, tight against his chest. "Oh how she loved to be held," she thought. "Why can't men know how erotic it is to be held tightly and kissed." "Kisses and touch, being held, these are the passageways to a woman's arousal," she mused as she relaxed against him. She became lost in the scent of his body, partly the fresh smell of a recent bath and his sexiness. As she turned her mind to his hand massaging her breast he began to tug gently on her nipple. Electricity sparked between them as she pushed her buttocks against him and felt his hardening penis. Reaching behind her, she grasped it gently and moved her hand over it. Just the right size, she thought, so hard and soft at the same time. She loved cocks; especially erect ones. She loved the way the veins stood out when excited and the weight and heft of them. She loved the scent and taste. And, she loved the way they felt when they probed the entrance to her vagina and began to push through the folds. She loved how they filled her. As her thoughts chained she felt his cock expand even more. She opened her eyes and looked at her husbands face. He was oblivious to her. She turned and faced her Spirit Lover and looked into his eyes. He was her kind of handsome. A gentleness reflected in his eyes as he smiled at her. She bent her head to his and they kissed. She felt herself tumbling into a candle lit space of gentle excitement when their lips met, partly open and softly penetrating. How she loved to kiss. She thought of how his lips sort of captured hers as he unhurriedly continued to move his lips against hers. She opened her mouth slightly and probed his with her tongue. He sucked it into his mouth and held it playfully between his teeth. They locked eyes, smiling, kissing it seemed in rhythm to her husbands labored breathing next to them. She began to stroke Spirit Lovers cock slowly as she placed it between her legs.. She did now want it inside her yet. Spirit Lover pushed his penis between her thighs as she applied pressure against the shaft so that it lay neatly between the folds of her labia. Slowly he began to move his cock between her legs. She bent forward so that on the forward stroke the tip of his cock brushed against her clitoris. She captured his cock and applied enough pressure with her thighs so that it could slide freely against her now very lubricated womanhood. She was in no hurry. She had all night, she thought, as all of her world collapsed to the single awareness of his cock rubbing against her. Each movement brought electric response to her clitoris and her entire body was tingling with the waves of pleasure that spread from between her legs, like ripples, until they made her shudder with delight. Her breathing became quicker and small sounds escaped her throat. She was losing control. She watched her husbands sleeping profile for signs of awakening as she moved her hips and succumbed to the passion filling her so completely. She had to have him inside her, she thought and raised her leg, grasped his cock, leading it to her warm moist opening. Spirit Lover pushed against her and entered her, just the head. He teased her as he just barely penetrated her, moving the head of his penis in and out of the opening, as she froze in anticipation. After a few minutes of this extraordinary control from both of them she could stand it no longer and pushed back against him. Spirit Lover responded to her urgency and pushed it in one quick stroke deeply inside her. She had never felt so filled, so excited, so wanton. Forgotten was her sleeping husband a few inches from their love making. She was only aware of this hard lovely cock deep inside her, moving slowly in and out. She squeezed it with her muscles and relaxed, adding to the friction and pleasure with each stroke. The bed was not moving perceptively as they carefully invented a fucking motion that prolonged the act of love making and would not awaken him. She did not want it to end. Spirit lover held her tightly as he moved deep in her and out again. Effortlessly they fucked for a long time, building slowly to the edge and then backing off and starting over again. She felt his perspiration against her back. She had never had such a patient lover. After many times to the summit she felt it nearing again. She knew she could not escape this time. Without warning she began to climax, her body shook as the waves and contractions convulsed her body. She turned her head and they kissed as she whimpered into his mouth. He continued to fuck her. He pushed even deeper into her and held still, squeezing his cock so it would expand in her. She responded by flexing her muscles against him. They continued this still dance of ecstasy until she felt the next climax rushing at her like a train. She surrendered to it as her vagina involuntarily began to contract rapidly against his hardness. She felt him tense inside her and hold his breath. Suddenly he exploded inside her as she was in the midst of another shaking climax. She fell back against her Spirit Lover and they collapsed into one another. He remained hard and deep inside her as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. Just inches away her husband stirred and put his arm around her waist. His head moved to her shoulder and in his sleep he murmured something she barely understood. She thought he said, "I love you."