0 comments/ 9605 views/ 0 favorites Moments in Time By: Molly Magee Chapter 1: New Year's Eve I knew this night would be a New Year's Eve like no other. It was already shaping up to be just that. Over the years I had attended memorable New Year's parties. But I was positive there had never one quite like this one. I was alone in this strange city... not exactly by choice. My boss had sent me to finalize a contract that she had been working on. At the last minute, she wasn't able to make the trip to obtain the final signatures. Her latest lover wanted to take her to Jamacia for the holiday season, and she had asked me... told me really... to go in her place.. Work through Christmas and New Years to make sure the multi-million dollar contract was secured. Thankfully, my husband was most supportive of my job with this firm and was very understanding of this last minute change in holiday plans. I was nervous to be on my own in a strange city but now that I was here, I was certainly going to make the most of it!. I had been given a very generous expense account and my boss told me to spare no expense in dressing to impress our client. I shopped at some of the finest shops in the city and splurged on myself like never before. Now I was getting ready for the New Year's Eve party ahead of me. I was to meet with our client in the early am on New Year's Day, to wrap up all the paperwork, before I headed back home to my more ordinary life. I languished in the sudsy tub. The aroma of the fragrant bath oil was just enough to mesmerise my senses. I had poured a glass of champagne to sip, as I soaked. The bottle sat in an icebucket within arms reach. "May as well go for the full enjoyment!" I reminded myself. This was a dream-like evening. I let my body totally relax as I sipped the champagne. I arose from the luxurious water and towelled myself off. I massaged lotion all over my warm skin and dabbed my delicately scented perfume everywhere... under my breasts... behind my knees... on my inner thighs. I slipped on gossamer, thin panties. Simply exquisite!. I had never owned anything so delicate. The wispy panties were nude in color... almost the color of my skin... just a shade darker. You could see the outline of my lips through the material... I wondered if anyone... other than me... would ever appreciate this. I slipped on the matching garter belt and slid my perfumed legs into the the silkiest black stockings that I had ever seen. I stood before the mirror and took in my reflection. At 41 years of age, with two children, my breasts were still quite firm and I could go braless if I wanted to. I was tall and my hips were fairly slim... almost an invisible difference to what they had been, even 15 years ago. My dress was a dream. It hung to mid calf and the expert, tailored cut, fit my body to perfection. It was as if it were designed just for me to wear. It left my shoulders bare and plunged slightly into the cleavage of my breasts... but not too much as to appear cheap. The dress was a soft black, crocheted lace, overlaid on a nude color satin. At a glance, one might think that he could see right through the black lace and see my body. I would not need a bra as the dress was form fitting and moulded itself to my shape. I felt good about my looks. I wanted to be noticed this evening! I slipped my feet into the heavenly black shoes designed with several very thin strips of soft glove leather. The 4 inch heels would add to my already 5'8" height and I knew that I would stand out in the crowd. I brushed my hair until it shone. I wanted to appear naturally sexy, so I placed a pale pink flower over my left ear allowing my hair to cascade over my bare shoulders. Deciding to keep the bare look, I chose not wear a necklace. I added dangling diamond earrings to complete the picture. I surveyed myself in the mirror. Just a little makeup to bolster my image... My cheeks were already glowing.. it must be the champagne! I outlined my lips with a pale brown... almost nude color... lipliner. I filled in the color on my lips with a pale sheen... making my bottom lip look very full. That was all the make up required. I had a pink, natural look and my blue eyes were bright. I stood before the full length mirror and surveyed my appearance. The dress was slit to just above the knee on the left side and each time I walked my leg long came into view. I liked the effect. I thought to myself "HMmmm.... pretty good for an old married gal!" I looked sexy... and I still looked professional. I hope our client liked how I looked! I called the front desk to arrange for a car to drive me to the party. I decided to have another drink while I waited, so I poured myself a glass of Bailey's Irish Cream... over ice. As I sipped the creamy drink, I gazed out over the city. I had a marvelous view from my hotel room, and for a second I was wishing that I had someone to share it with me. "Stop that!" I admonished myself. "You are going to have a wonderful evening." The phone rang... I jumped... Who could that be? It was the front desk... the car was ready. I thanked the clerk and laughed to myself... Ms Executive indeed! I gulped the last of my Bailey's, allowing it to swirl in my mouth before I swallowed. One last check in the mirror... a touch of lipstick to freshen my smile. My eyes met those of my reflection and momentarily shared a secret smile. I reached for my black sequined evening purse and my cashmere wrap. "Ready or not here I come...!" I thought to myself. As I emerged from the elevator in the lobby, I caught a glimspe of him, as he stopped to gaze in my direction. I was sure I knew him... but I couldn't!! I knew I could never forget such a man.... so tall... so erect... so confident! He stood above everyone in the room. I could still feel his gaze upon me as the driver held the car door for me to get in. As I forced my mind back to the present... "Hmm-mmm!" I thought. "These rare fleeting moments in time....!" I looked straight ahead. The party was being held at the home of our client. It was a magnificent house. I was feeling totally impressed as a man answered the door. He took my wrap and presented me to my Host and Hostess. "We are so glad you could join us for New Year's Eve celebration. Your husband did not accompany you?" My client, a very attractive man of 35 or so, shook my hand. Not wanted to appear taken aback by his comment (this option was not given to me), I replied. "You have a very lovely home. I am very pleased to be here. Thank you for having me." I took the glass of wine that the waiter offered to me. It struck me then, that I did not know anyone! Chin up, I walked into the crowd. There were many people, all looking as if they totally belonged. "I am living a fantasy!" I thought. All of a sudden a feeling of absolute control came over me. I am here! This is really me! A man bumped into a beautiful girl standing next to me. He apologized and then asked her if she would like to dance. There was a band playing amd many guests were dancing. The girl declined his offer saying "Perhaps later." I watched her as she wandered around the room. She was very pleasant, but I could tell she was totally preoccupied. During small talk, I learned that she and I were there for the same reason. We had the same client, and as part of a corporate merger, we were both there for business. Her meetings had finalized that day, and she was finishing off her trip with this party. I saw her glancing at the clock. Too bad she was not having a good time... may as well... it's only one evening... I watched her as she stood to one side and watched the crowd. I mingled back into the ballroom. As I reached the dance floor, I saw him... the tall blonde man from the lobby! I couldn't believe my eyes! What a coincidence...! My moment in time had again materialized in front of me. He looked so striking in his tux. Our eyes met and locked for what seemed like an eternity. Without a word he led me to the dance floor. I was glad for my height. Even with the added shoes, my forehead rested against his chin. I felt as if I was born to mould against his body. We fit so well as we swayed to the intoxicating music. I could follow his expert lead and as we turned, he suddenly pressed his lips to mine... So much passion....! I was giddy... from ... was it only the drinks? My head was spinning. I still felt a familiarity about the mysterious stranger. We did not talk at all.... only smiled and gazed into each others eyes. "There's something about the way you look tonight.... that takes my breath away...." I longed for the dance to go on forever. He smiled at me to melt my very being, and without a word... he escorted me back to where I had left my drink. With a sensual kiss on my hand, he moved into the crowd. I held myself in check so as not to follow him. I finished my drink and felt the need to see him again... to maybe even dance with him... just once more. I moved in the direction he had gone. I suddenly spotted him. He was talking to the young girl in gold. She had all of a sudden become animated and was smiling up at him like a love sick puppy. His look told her that she was the only girl in the room, and my heart twisted sharply as he took her arm and led her down the hallway. I felt a big lump in my throat as I watched him pull her into his arms and kiss her deeply. I knew I should not have been watching, but I was aching to be in her place as I watched his hands move over her body as she embraced him. He did not see me as I watched them. He opened a door in the hall and gently pushed her inside. I turned away and hot tears filled my eyes. Who did I think I was? Crying like a kid over someone I didn't even know...! I was married and should be thankful that I was here at all! I thought of maybe following them, but I was nervous of what I might find. I ceratinly didn't want to make a fool of myself. My eyes kept straying to the closed door, yet no one emerged. All of a sudden the night was different. I wished I was back in my room... or even home... at least there, I could run to my Max..... Oh no...! OH MY GOD!!!! Could it be? Could it really be...? I was sure that I had recognized him... yes it is... it IS him! Max...!!! All of sudden, I couldnt get out of the room fast enough. I didnt want Max to know it was me. We had been e-lovers for months now, and the thought that such a coincidence could occur and put us in the same party in the same city on New Year Eve, must too much to take in. The golden girl must have been Meg. Oh why did it have to be like this? Tonight... of all nights...?? Finally, I saw them come back down the hallway. They were both dishevelled but neither of them seemed to care as they joined the noisy crowd. I willed him to look at me. I knew, without doubt, what has just taken place between them, and I was soooo jealous. It was an emotion that I had never experienced before, but I knew that Max liked Meg a lot, and I certainly knew (from what Max had told me) how Meg felt about him. As I watched them say thank you to the hosts, I was trembling. He turned to walk out of the party ... to ... Ohhh!! I wouldn't let myself think about it! I would be strong. He was just the figment of my imagination.... I mustn't forget. Ohh! I never took my eyes off him... and just as he turned to bid goodnight.. his eyes met mine. "Max... Darling... It's me.... Molly!! Please read my heart...!" I poured all my feelings into that silent look and I could see his smile diminish and his brows crease slightly... Was this really Max or was it what I wanted to believe? If it was, would this be our only moment in time....?? Then he smiled again and shut the door behind him.... Chapter 2: The Brand New Year By Molly I groaned as I rolled over to look at the clock. 7:54am! I couldn't believe my eyes! I had set it to alarm for 7am! Reality flooded my mind in a massive rush! I was scheduled to meet with my client, Alain Richard, at 9am. Then I had to catch my 11:30 flight back home. Dammit! Why did I oversleep? I had less than an hour to get ready and drive to this important meeting! I jumped out of bed and into the shower. As the hot water coursed down over my body, I allowed the memory of last night's New Years' Eve party to wash over me. I had felt... right from the beginning that it would be a very different New Year's... and I wasn't wrong! It was much more different than even I could have imagined... OHhhh...!! I hoped the throbbing in my head would subside before 9o'clock. I was not accustomed to partying as I had done last night... or early this morning... Not anymore! I had found a young man who liked to dance, and like me, he was alone... so we just danced all evening long. We must have been the last ones to leave the dance floor. Towards the end of the evening, his moves and his hands were becoming a little too familiar. I knew he wanted to accompany me back to my hotel suite, but considering that I was a married woman, I stood firm and said no. I asked myself if I would have said no as quickly if it had been Max... Even now, I was still basking in his afterglow... I determinedly pushed Max to the back of my mind as I dressed to meet Mr. Richard. We were to meet at his office, which was a 15-minute drive from my hotel. I breathed a big sigh of relief as I phoned the front desk at 8:20 to arrange for a car to drive me to AR Enterprises. I hung up the telephone and went back to make myself a coffee. Thank goodness I had the presence of mind last night, to set the coffee to automatically perk for 7:30am! My phone rang as I was gathering together my portfolio. Hmmm! That was quick! I was going to be early...but better that than late. I answered the phone on the 3rd ring. "Hello... Molly? This is Alain Richard. I'm sorry for this last minute notice, but I will be unable to meet with you this morning as scheduled. I have arranged for my assistant to reschedule the meeting for Monday, the 4th. She will call you with the new time. I trust you had a nice time last evening, Molly... Happy New Year! Again, please accept my apology for such short notice cancellation. Good day." With that, he was gone and I stood there with the phone in my hand... Three full days before Monday...! Should I go home and return again on Monday? Depending on the time of the meeting on Monday, I might have to return Sunday night. My boss was not scheduled to return from Jamacia until Wednesday... I called my husband and explained the situation to him... "Do what you have to do, Honey! We'll be okay... Why not make the most of the next three days and enjoy your stay. Call me tonight... Take care. Kisses from me and the kids." Then he too was gone and I was alone. The phone rang immediately. It was the front desk. My car was ready... "What the heck!" I thought. I grabbed my purse and headed for the elevator... The three days passed by so quickly. It was heavenly not having to do anything other than spoil myself. On Friday, New Years Day, after a drive around the city, I lazed around the hotel. I swam in the pool and relaxed in the sauna. I had brought my laptop, so I connected to AOL and chatted for awhile. AOL was not too exciting without Max. Again I pushed thoughts of him out of my head. My mind must have been working overtime last night, when I thought I had seen him. I wasn't positive that it even was him. Oh well...!! On Saturday, I shopped... which in itself was a luxury! I bought gifts for everyone at home. I went sightseeing and ate lunch at an exotic cafe in the downtown. I splurged on little things for me... sexy underwear, a bathing suit, new shoes and perfume. All three nights, I ate an exquisite dinner. On Friday I ate lobster at the hotel. On Saturday... I ate more seafood, while overlooking the city, and on Sunday... I rnjoyed an early supper at a beautiful Italian restaurant. I had thought that I might feel strange eating alone, but on all nights I was lavished with attention. So much so in fact, that I was thinking that I might have difficulty readjusting to being Mrs. Ordinary, Working Mom & Housewife. Mr. Richard's office had left a message late on Saturday afternoon, that the meeting was now scheduled for 9am on Monday, so I booked a 12 noon flight home. As much as I was glad to be going home tomorrow, I was going to miss this wonderful lifestyle. On Sunday, I arrived back at my hotel around 6:30pm. This being my last night, I decided to spend a very relaxing evening at the hotel. I changed into my bathing suit and headed for the swimming pool. I dove into the water and did 2 leisure laps of the length of the pool. The water was cool but so refreshing. I floated on my back and stared up at the beautiful shrubbery and plants that were so elegantly hanging over and around the pool. "HMmmm... this is the life!" I said out loud. "It sure is... with scenery like this...!" A male voice entered my calm reverie. I splashed as I tried to regain my balance. I quickly swam to the side and pulled myself out of the water. I glanced in the direction of the voice. I caught sight only as the man dove into the water effortlessly. As much as I loved flattery and admiration from the opposite sex, I really wanted to be alone with my thoughts, so I gathered my things together and headed for the sauna. "Enjoy your swim!" I called out, as I headed down the corridor to the change room area. I discarded my black swimsuit and wrapped myself in a big white fluffy towel. I rolled the edges of the towel and tucked them tightly between my breasts. The temperature of the sauna registered that it was ready, so I entered. I poured on several containers of water and steam quickly filled the room. I lay down on one of the cedar ledges and closed my eyes and listened to the music that seemed to come from everywhere. Lulled by the music, I did not hear the door open and someone come in. The first sense that I was not alone was a small throat clearing, "Ahem!" I sat up and through the steamy room... I saw him...! "You are one woman who is difficult to catch!" His voice breathed into my consciousness. "You are Molly, aren't you?" "Max?" I was totally at a loss for words. "Oh Molly, how I wish I had known you were going to be here in this hotel... this weekend...!" I was shaking in wonderment at this unexpected turn of events. Max knelt beside me and took my hand in his large one. "I want nothing more than to look at you... to drink in your lovliness. Please don't be scared of me... you know me... you know I am harmless. I would like nothing more than to hold you and kiss you... but I dare not... Please... let's get dressed and join me for a drink... please?" Max's look was pleading as his voice questioned me. I held my towel tight to me as I ran out the door.... Chapter 3: The Connection, Part 1 By Max I considered letting you go, not interfering in your personal life more than I already had. You hurried past me, through the swirling steam, and out the door. I knew that, if I did not follow you, you might disappear completely from my life. The awkwardness of the moment might even bring an end to our online relationship, for all I knew. It was an incredible stroke of luck that had brought us to this same hotel, at this same time. What were the chances of my ever finding you again? I decided to follow. Catching up with you just as you were about to open the door to your room, I called out to you. You turned to look at me, and I saw that you were fighting back tears. My heart sank, as I was torn between my attraction to you and my desire to spare you further pain. Before you could enter the room, I was by your side. "Don’t shut me out, Molly." "I can’t do this," you said. "Then let’s just talk. Please." I placed my hands on your bare shoulders and felt you tremble. "If you shut me out now, it may be the end of something we both treasure." Moments in Time You stood in the corridor, still wrapped in your towel. Looking down the corridor in both directions, you seemed relieved that no one else was around. I saw you take a deep breath, unlock the door, and leave it ajar for me. I quietly followed you into the room. You pulled a chair from the small round table and positioned it by the bed. Then, you adjusted your towel and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for me to sit in the chair. We sat, silent, for what seemed like an eternity. "I’m leaving tomorrow, Max." You looked down into your lap as you spoke. "We’ll probably never see each other again." "Never is a long time, Molly." I lifted your chin so that I could look into your eyes. "Do you really want us to part so soon, after waiting for so long to be together?" You were motionless for some time. Finally, you said "No, I don’t. But I’m not a woman who does these kinds of things. And besides, what about your golden girl?" "Golden girl?" "Yes. I saw you with her at the party. It was Meg, wasn’t it?" "How did you know?" I asked. "Because I read your words, her words. I just knew it had to be her." "I’m sorry if it upset you to see us together, Molly. I don’t deny that there was a great attraction there, but it is all over now. Meg is gone." "She’ll be back. She came back before." "I doubt it," I said. "This time, I think it is for good." "Never mind," you said. "It isn’t important." "Molly, I only want to be with you right now." "I’m sorry, but I can’t be with you, not in that way. I’m a married woman." You turned your face away from me. I sat, gazing at you, thinking of this fleeting moment and how to save it, for both of us. At last, I said "Then be with me in another way." "What other way, Max?" "Molly, do you remember when I wrote for you and told you that I was the mirror?" You turned back to look at me but said nothing. "You do remember, Molly. Let me be your mirror tonight." "What?!" "I won’t touch you even once if you don’t want me to. Just let me look at you. I want to enjoy the sight of you, Molly." "Oh, my god! I don’t believe this is happening. I can’t." "But this is not the same as ‘being’ with me, is it? It’s not that different from things you have tried before, is it?" I was practically pleading for you to see the logic of my argument. "You mean, no touching? No touching at all?" you said. "Not unless you ask me to. I promise. The control will be all yours." You smiled for the first time since we had been together. It was a wonderful, welcomed smile. "Alright," you said. "But I’ll only show you mine if you show me yours." I was delighted by your playful tone. Even knowing that we would not touch, I was becoming aroused at the mere thought of seeing your body for the first time. "It’s a deal," I said. "Now will you join me for that drink?" Chapter 4: The Connection, Part 2 By Molly I was very excited, yet I was also very nervous. I certainly did not want you to think that I wasn't in control. When we left my suite to go down to the hotel lounge, you allowed me to enter the elevator ahead of you. I couldn't recall when I had last shared a drink with another man... never mind sharing initmate thoughts such as those that pervaded both our minds. You and I had shared much intimacy in our discussions online... but this was realtime. I wasn't quite sure how to proceed. I had asked myself one time, what I would do if ever I found myself in a situation whereby I was tempted to cross the line... I was about to find out! As much as you were being sensitive to my feelings, what you were proposing to me... a way to satisfy both our curiousity about the other without actually touching... was so exciting. Could I do it? Wasn't it just the same thing as actually cheating? I wished that I could just throw caution to the wind and live for the moment... We sat at a table by the window overlooking the freeway. In the distance the city skyline was visible. "The city is so beautiful!" I commented, trying to appear calm. The waitress placed two wine glasses on our table. She poured into one glass for you to sample. After tasting and nodding your satisfction, she filled both glasses and left us to enjoy the view with the remainder of the bottle. "It is beautiful indeed! Have you been here before?" You tilted your head to capture my gaze. "Let's make a toast... Here's to that fleeting moment in time!" You took my glass in both of your hands and gave it to me. Then you lifted your own glass to your lips. I couldn't help but notice the size of your hands and I gulped down my wine as if it were liquid courage. I took another big gulp. You reached out and took my glass from me. "Would you like to dance?" The piano player nodded and smiled at us as you led me to the dance floor. You pulled me into your arms. It was amazingly natural. I relaxed and let my head rest against your shoulder, which semed to have been designed just for me. I shouldn't have. I should have kept talking. I should have done anything except what I did - shut my eyes and give myself over to the dance. Neither of us spoke for a long time... and in the unguarded silence I didn't notice myself becoming more and more aware of you... aware of your scent... aware of the way our bodies touched and parted as we swayed to the music. I opened my eyes, all my senses tingling with awareness. As if you knew it, you slowed our movement until it was only a subtle sway, that was more of an embrace than a dance. Our bodies settled into each other, lines following lines, swells meeting hollows... like evening mist settling on a body of water. When finally we were matched... when we met at every point... you began to move your hands. At first it was a gentle massage... a kneading at the small of my back that tightened rather than relaxed my muscles. A relentless pressure built under your hands, somewhere between my hipbones, and I shifted, trying to ease it. But the movement was ill-advised. As I tried to writhe free... your hands slipped down... your fingers resting just above the slope of my buttocks. Your hands slipped down, slowly, achingly, until they cupped the round thrust of my botton, pressing upwards. I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes. In reflex my pelvis moved up... a mere fraction... but it was a sign that my body was seeking the part of you that would ease my exquiste torture... the key that would unlock me and release the pressure. As I met the hard contours of your body, sweet nectar spilled through my viens. But my dress and your clothes were in the way. Blindly my hands left your shoulders and found the small of your back... resting there with a light pressure... a faint restrained echo of your touch. It was an admission... and you understood it. Your hands dropped and spread, the heat from your fingers burned through the skirt of my dress as though the soft silk was no barrier at all. My breath came quickly, and yours was deep and hot against my ear. We were barely moving... lost in the music... lost in each other. Then... cruelly... the music stopped! With an almost inaudible cry, I dropped my hands from your back and pulled myself erect. "It's a good thing we've got such good control... otherwise this could get out of hand!" Your teasing brought me back to the moment... "Well, Max... are you ready to join me in my suite? Let's see who's got good control...!" Chapter 5: The Connection, Part 3 By Max The walk from the hotel lounge to the elevator seemed like the beginning of a great adventure. Neither of us spoke, as we entered the elevator. The sliding doors closed, and my first instinct was to take you into my arms and kiss you, but I quickly remembered the rules of the night, and I leaned back against the laminate wall of the elevator cab. You stood across from me, only four feet away. How I wanted to scrap the rules and pull you to me. As if to restrain myself, I put my hands behind me, trapping them against the wall. You smiled at the difficulty I was experiencing. I tried to distract myself by looking up at the ceiling, but as luck would have it, the ceiling was mirrored, giving me a wonderful view of the cleavage your dress displayed. I felt the excitement growing within me, despite my best efforts to remain composed. I knew that I was becoming erect and that this fact was probably obvious. I didn’t mind you seeing this, to be sure. But, when the elevator stooped at the fourth floor, and the other woman got on, I began to feel a little self-conscious. You changed position in the cab, allowing her to have your place opposite me. She appeared to be in her late thirties and was quite attractive. I have never been so aware of a woman staring at my crotch as I was at that moment. You stood close to me, your perfume and proximity intoxicating me, adding to my erection. The woman looked at both of us, then returned her gaze to my increasing bulge. I’m certain that the attention was adding to my excitement, even though I would have preferred to be alone with you. At last we reached your floor. I glanced at the woman’s face as we exited and saw a knowing smile there. We walked down the hall to your room. You opened the door. This time, you didn’t seem as concerned about who might be in the corridor to witness this rendezvous. I followed you inside into the dark suite. You found your way to the nightstand and turned on the lamp which you knew had a dimmer switch. You left the light very low and walked back toward me. You passed by me, letting your hair barely brush against me. ‘Did this count as touching?’, I thought. Everywhere you went, the subtle trail of your perfume followed, beckoning me to follow also. "This is all the light you get," you said, smiling. I said nothing but found the clock radio on the other nightstand. In moments, the room was filled with the sensuous strains of a saxophone and a seductive piano and rhythm section. Turning back to watch you, I was captivated by the expression on your face. You displayed such an attractive mixture of anxiety, arousal and hesitance, that I almost melted at the sight of you. You pointed to the head of the bed and said, "You sit there, okay?" I quickly did as you suggested, leaning back against the padded headboard. You stood at the foot of the bed and moved slightly with the beat of the music. You kicked off both shoes, never losing time with your jazzy accompaniment. I watched your body twist and slide within the silky dress, wishing that I could help you to remove it. Your eyes moved from my face, down my body, to my still-obvious erection. My pants felt very tight, and I ached to be free of them. How was I ever going to resist touching you this night? I still didn’t know, for sure, that I had that much willpower, despite my earlier assurances to you. You smiled at the sight of my excited state, and it moved you to unfasten your dress in back. You pulled one, then the other shoulder strap down, letting the top of your dress begin to fold away from your breasts. You wore a thin, lacy bra underneath, a delicate thing worthy of a Victoria’ Secret catalog. You slowly peeled the dress downward. I watched your thinly covered breasts and your tummy come into view. The soft light from the lamp cast a warm tone over your skin. As your dress slid slowly downward, over your hips, your lace-topped panties caught my attention. At last, you let the dress fall softly to the floor. Then, you stood motionless before me, as if to give me time to drink in the whole of your body. You were an erotic image, there in the near darkness, clad only in the scanty underwear that you had chosen. After gazing at you for what may have been several minutes, I heard you say, "You are a little over-dressed, aren’t you?" I smiled up at you. "Do you want to trade places?" I asked. "No. Do it right there. I’ll watch from here." I began unbuttoning my shirt from the top down, watching your eyes as I went. You seemed to approve of the light brown hair that trailed down from my chest across the center of my abdomen, disappearing under my belt buckle. I pulled my shirt out from the waistband of my slacks and pulled my arms out of the long sleeves. Then, I leaned back against the headboard with my hands clasped behind my head. You looked down at me, shook your head, and uttered a playful "tsk, tsk, tsk". Knowing I still had a ways to go to catch up with you, I slid my shoes off, letting them fall noisily to the floor at the end of the bed. You jumped aside, acting as if your were about to be crushed by the size 15 dress shoes. We both laughed, making the tension easier to bear. I unfastened my belt, then the front of my slacks. You pursed your lips as I unzipped and then began to slide the slacks down over my hips, lifting myself off the bed to allow them to pass. My jockey shorts did even less to conceal my erection than the slacks. I withdrew my legs from the pants and set them aside. I lay there, consuming more than the length of the bed, with only my underwear and socks left. If anything, you seemed more relaxed now, perhaps knowing that we were now equally exposed. "Are you sure we should do this?" you asked. "I have never doubted that it was a good thing to do," I fibbed a little. "And no touching each other?" "That was what we agreed," I answered. Without another word, you reached for the front clasp of your bra. I leaned back to watch with anticipation. What was this amazing feeling, anyway? I had watched women undress before. What was so unusual and enticing about this situation? I decided to stop analyzing the moment and just enjoy it. You opened the clasp but held the front together. You teased me, as if you were performing on an intimate stage. You swayed side to side, letting your breasts swing within the partly opened bra, showing me glimpses of your flesh. You watched the barely concealed bulge in my underwear react to your little dance, and your smile showed that you were having the desired effect. You began to turn around, then let your self twirl several times, removing the bra completely as you spun before me. When you stopped turning, you were facing me, your hair tousled, and your naked breasts pointing directly at me. My mouth dropped open, in awe of your willingness to share with me this way. You seemed relaxed, at ease with your body, and not sorry that we had gone this far. Then, with a big smile, you crossed your arms and assumed a waiting posture. Understanding your signal, I sat up and seductively removed my socks, one at a time, then leaned back again. "Ahem!" You looked down at my only remaining garment and drummed your fingers on your arms. You were charmingly funny and playful, putting me surprisingly at ease. I slowly pushed the jockey shorts down. Your eyes followed the line of hair as it broadened into a wider, curly patch. With some effort, I slipped the elastic band over my straining cock and let it fall free against my stomach. I saw your expression change. You focused so intently on my cock, I felt more exposed than ever before. It was a terrific, vulnerable, erotic sensation. I peeled the underwear all the way over my legs and dropped them to the side of the bed. After letting you stare for a minute or so, I finally spoke up myself. "Ummmm…" "Oh. Sure. I’m sorry." "Perfectly alright," I said. I’ve been enjoying the scenery myself. It’s nice to be appreciated to the point of distraction, isn’t it?" "Oh, yes," you said quickly. You put your thumbs under the lacy band of your panties and, with only a little hesitation, slid them down over your hips. I enjoyed the view of your soft pubic hair appearing slowly over the top of your panties as you pushed them down. Your body was a welcomed sight. My gaze traveled over all of your exposed skin, lit so artistically by the dimmed lamp. You could have been a painting, and I longed to be the painter, posing you endlessly and capturing your beauty for posterity. As I studied you, I suddenly saw your eyes open wide. "Oh, god! What now?" "Well," I thought. "This has been good, so far, don’t you think?" "Yes, so far." "We could try something…" "Uh uh, remember? Can’t touch each other," you reminded me. "Each other, that’s right." Your face seemed blank for a few seconds. Then, as you understood my meaning, your mouth opened wide. "Oh, my god!" "Well, it wouldn’t technically violate the rule if you were to, say, caress your breast. Would it?" You just laughed nervously. "You would rather not?" "Ummm, I didn’t say that, exactly," you said. "Then…" "I suppose it’s okay. Just as long as we don’t get carried away." I smiled at you and lifted up to support myself on my elbow, so that I could see you better. I patted the bed, gesturing to you to make yourself comfortable. You sat next to me, making sure that we did not touch in any way. The light from the lamp gave your breasts a soft sheen that made them so beautiful. I studied the way the light flowed over their curves and cast soft shadows from your nipples. You looked at my eyes and gently placed one hand on your right breast, just covering it. "Come on, Molly. It’s all right for you to enjoy this part too. Let me see you make yourself feel nice." "Ohhh," you said under your breath, then you closed your eyes and I saw you squeeze your breast. You moved your hand over the mound and occasionally let your palm graze against your nipple, which was becoming noticeably erect. You opened your eyes again to see me totally captivated by your caresses. Never letting your eyes leave mine, you moved your fingers to capture your nipple, squeeze it, and tug on it. I was starting to squirm on the bed, watching your display. You then looked down at my cock, which now jutted outward toward you, stiff and throbbing. Then you looked at my eyes once again and smiled. "Tell me what you want me to do, Molly." Chapter 6: The Connection, Part 4 By Molly Could I allow you to be my mirror... again? Could I let your eyes reflect my inner feelings... my secret desires... my wanton need? It had been easy when you WERE the mirror! This was going to prove to be more of a challenge... This time you were real and you were here! Could I open up and let you see me... let me see myself? I wasn't sure I could. I watched you as you lay against the padded headboard. You looked so at ease. You had your arms folded behind your head, and you were watching me... to see what I would do next. My hungry eyes feasted on your long, lean body. You were my every fantasy here before me... so tall... so big! You could easily envelop me, and I could feel so little in your arms. I wanted nothing more than to crawl up, next to your body, press my full breasts against your chest and kiss your inviting lips. As we danced downstairs, I had become so turned on... but the rules had already been established... no touching... only looking! I allowed my eyes to rove down your chest and stomach until they rested on the patch of curly hair that surrounded your most beautiful cock. I had seen pictures of you, but they did not do justice to what now lay before my intent gaze. Your penis was about the same length as my Figment, but wow... it was so much thicker...! And I could tell as you seductively smiled at me, that you were not yet fully aroused. OHH-hhh! It excited me to see you like this!! I wanted to do this for you... for me! I placed two pillows at the opposite end of the bed and moved on my hands and knees towards them, allowing you a full view of my bottom and the mysteries contained within my transparent panties. I placed one pillow on top of the other and as I turned to lie against the pillows, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and wriggled out of my panties... lifting my hips to slide them down over my legs and off...! I was now as naked as you! We sat facing each other on the bed. Moments in Time You smiled seductively. "Oh, Molly! This is so good! You are so sweet!" My toes were mere inches from your side. "Oh! Oh! Mustn't touch...!" I giggled as I moved my foot further from you. I felt like a little child... like I did when I used to play the forbidden game "You show me yours and I'll show you mine!" Until now, your eyes had never once left mine. But I watched them follow my hands as they moved up... slowly... to cup my breasts. A light... almost a hunger... came into your eyes, as my fingers traced a pathway around my entire breast. My nipples were already stiff and as my fingernails lightly caressed my skin, the surrounding aureola became rigid as well. I looked at you and teasingly licked my tongue around my lips, and I smiled at you. I placed my thumb and middle finger on each of my nipples and I gently tugged on them. OOHH-hhh! I sighed out loud. It felt wonderful and I heard a groan emit from you. I saw your cock surge to attention! It was magnificent! The reaction sent an electrical current running though my body and I felt the sting deep between my legs. Shivers of excitement rippled through my tummy. How I would have loved to feel your cock... in my hands... in my mouth... in my aching pussy! I let my hands move down over my stomach and hips and I shifted and parted my legs, as my hands neared my moist center. "Show me your pussy, Molly! Let me look at your wet pussy!" Your anxious voice was almost guttural. I watched as you lifted your cock and let it drop several times. It was fully hard now and I could hear it slap against your leg as you dropped it again and again. I wondered… if your balls were as heavy as they looked. MMmmmmm! "Concentrate, Molly!" I thought to myself. I continued to massage my breasts. Pulling one nipple, then the other... back and forth. Mmmmmmm! I let my other hand slide down over my hips and move between my legs. I placed a finger on both sides of my clitoris... between my lips... and I separated my lips to expose my femininity to you. I could feel the juice trickle out of my pussy and I moved my fingers down to scoop up the wetness and rub it all over my clit. I dipped my fingers inside to gather more wetness and then I brought them to my nipples, and rubbed my glistening cunny juice over my breasts and nipples. I quickly inserted my fingers back into my wet pussy and then tasted the yummy cream. My tongue licked greedily. Sucking my finger deep into my mouth, I watched as your fingers lightly stroked your cock up and down... I saw your eyes roll with pleasure. "Don't stop... OOHHhh! Pleeease don't stop! You are so beautiful, Molly!" "Hmm-mmm, Max... I love to watch you too! Your cock is so hard... so big...! HMM-mmm!" I wriggled my finger between the moist petals of my clitoris until I found that tender spot that craved touching. HMM-mmmm! On each downward slide, I would dip my finger deep within my lips for lubrication. On each upward slide I groaned "AH-HH-HHHH!!" I began to slide my finger up and down... in and out... harder and harder... Hmmm... OHHH! I wanted to feel that release so much! I watched you stroke your cock up and down... OHHHHhhhh!! I rubbed again and again... the perspiration was showing on my body as my fingers furiously rubbed and poked my cunny. I rubbed in rhythm with the music... faster and faster. I stopped. I rubbed. I stopped again. I groaned. It was more with frustration than it was with pleasure. Damn!! I couldn't do it...! I was trying too hard to cum.... "Oh Molly...! Sweetheart! Relax Baby! Stop for a minute to catch your breath. You can do it... Do it for me! I want you to feel so good! Just close your eyes and imagine other times." I let my mind drift back... Back to a Sunday morning a few months ago. I was sitting at my computer talking to Max... reading his words... doing everything that he asked me to do. I was so turned on... I imagined that I felt his big, beautiful cock, slide into my throbbing pussy and draw out... almost all the way... right to the tip... and then back in again... HARD! HARD! Sitting on the edge of my chair, the figment of my imagination helped me feel the length of him... the urgency in his thrusts! Ohh-OHHHH! A rush goes through me and I hear you breathe deeply... I look deep into your soul and cry out to you... "OHhhh Max... help me... I want to cum so bad... pleeease!" Chapter 7: The Connection, Part 5 By Max I had never felt so much desire. You sat before me, open to me, lost in an erotic struggle for fulfillment. My own body ached with a need to release the explosive force of my lust. I watched you caress your body so expertly, driving yourself ever closer to orgasm. You were so close to me, yet I was aware of the invisible wall we had constructed between us. Despite that artificial barrier, the sights, sounds and aromas that permeated my senses were driving me to the brink of my self-control. I grasped my erect cock and stroked it slowly, letting my hand ride down the shaft to my balls, then sliding it up gradually to encircle the head. My hand squeezed tighter as it approached the head, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Your fingers were diving into your soaked pussy, releasing your intoxicating fragrance. You rubbed your swollen clit, making certain that my view was unobstructed. "You are so beautiful, Molly. I could watch you all night! This is so erotic." The sight of one hand at your pussy and the other playing with your breasts was almost more than I could resist. I wanted so badly to pull you down to me, kiss your lips, and slip my hard cock into your wet opening, impaling you on me. But I knew the rules. Damn it! Why didn’t I create a few loopholes in these rules. I was beginning to accept the likely conclusion of this experiment, and accept it gladly. We would continue to tease one another, displaying our most intimate parts, touching ourselves, skillfully masturbating until we hopefully reached orgasms that were at least nearly simultaneous. Not so bad an evening, when I thought about it. And, technically, this scenario complied with the rules. ‘I can live with that,’ I thought. ‘I don’t have to touch Molly to give her pleasure, or to derive pleasure for myself.’ Accepting this fact relieved some pressure that I felt and reassured me that I did, indeed, have the willpower to go through with this unconventional liaison. But then, in a second, everything changed. I heard you cry out to me. Your cries were desperate and pleading. Suddenly, I felt that the barrier was going to prevent you from reaching the state of ecstasy that I wanted for you. I saw you draw close to orgasm over and over, only to stop short each time. It did not appear to be intentional. Your cries assured me that you wanted to find release. I felt helpless at that moment. My own pleasure became unimportant, as I struggled to think of ways to help you. For a moment, I thought that we might both end up frustrated and regretful. Was it possible that you might not be able to rise above this plateau of sensation you seemed to have reached? Would my erection subside while I wrestled with this unusual dilemma? Something inside me told me that we had come too far to let that happen. I knew that I could not have you as I wanted, to push myself deep within you, to pound my body against yours, to fuck you with unrestrained passion. Still, I felt I had no choice but to partially abandon the rules I had helped to define. An amendment. Laws could be amended. Yes, that was it. "All those in favor of Max going down on Molly, say aye," I said. "Oh, god!" you replied. "Is that an aye?" "Yes, yes…aye, aye! Damn it, Max. You know I hate politics!" "Motion carried," I said, rising up and helping you to take my place against the pillows. Your hands moved up to caress both breasts as I positioned myself between your legs. You were already dripping when my tongue brushed against your pussy lips. I felt you shudder when I licked my way up to your clit and circled the little bud. Looking up to your face, I saw you smile nervously. Knowing what turns me on, you made sure that I saw you tease your nipples before returning to my task. I was rock hard once again, and this felt right. Obviously, we had created a defective rule. Now that it was amended, it was fulfilling its original intent. You were so close to the edge of orgasm, that I knew it would take little time and effort to push you to the peak. I forced my tongue inside you, tasting your warmth and sweetness. As my tongue pulled out, I let it rise up to dance around and over your sensitive clit. Then, I plunged it back into you like a little penis, probing inside, searching for all the right buttons. Back out again, swirling over your clit, sucking, licking. You began to moan sweetly, and I was aware that you were pulling and twisting your nipples more vigorously. Then, I felt the bed begin to vibrate, responding to your shuddering body. "Ahhhhhh….," you moaned. Your legs closed on my head and gripped me tightly. Still, I continued to lick and suck your clit rhythmically. "Oh, goddddddd," I heard you moan under your breath. The orgasm came gradually, building to a remarkable level of intensity for you. You thrashed about the bed. I felt fortunate that I didn’t suffer severe neck injury while trying to keep myself positioned to maintain the stimulation you were enjoying. At last, I felt you relax your legs from their grip of my head. Then I heard you say "All those in favor of Max changing position…69 to be specific, say aye." "Oh, Molly…" "You didn’t say aye!" you scolded. "Aye! Aye!" I scrambled to my feet and got onto the bed. I lay down beside you, on my back, my head by your hips. You carefully rolled over onto me. Soon, your pussy hovered over my face and descended slowly to my lips. As my tongue reached up for you, I felt your hand gently hold my cock. You stroked it up and down a few times, from base to tip, as if memorizing the contours. "I’ve wanted this for months," you said. "To hold this cock. To stroke it. To taste it…" I felt your lips slide over the taut head of my cock, pulling me slowly inside your mouth. At the same moment, your wet pussy pressed against my waiting mouth. You sucked as I sucked. I couldn’t see your skillful manipulations, but they were having an incredible effect on me. It seemed that my erection was growing within your mouth, responding to the ups and downs of your head, the stroking of my shaft on the upward movements, the caressing of my balls by your fingertips. You moved your ass so beautifully before my eyes. I was in a dream, seeing you, feeling you, tasting you. Your mouth, your tongue, your lips felt incredible on my eager cock. I could tell that you were trying to take more and more of me into your mouth, to the very back of your throat. It seemed to be a private goal of yours, and at the same time a wonderful gift to me. I licked at your moist opening, continuing to dip my tongue inside, flick it across your clit, and sucked on every inch of soft, smooth flesh. At the moment that I saw your ass start to quiver, I felt my own inner warmth begin to surge. You began to shudder again, your wet pussy vibrating against my mouth. Your suction on my cock became more forceful, pulling me deep inside your mouth, then sliding me back out to swirl your tongue around the tip. Then you plunged me back inside, sucking deeply. Back out again. I heard you catch your breath, saying "Come in my mouth, Max." The mere suggestion pushed me completely over the edge. I licked frantically at your clit and thrust my hips upward, pushing my throbbing penis fully into your loving mouth. I felt myself cum in one, then two, and three, great spurts of warm semen, shooting against the back of your mouth. I screamed something, unintelligibly. All the while, you kept up your skillful suction and massaging of my cock. Your fingers circled the shaft, squeezing, sliding upward, coaxing every drop from me. Your own orgasm lasted beyond mine, subsiding slowly to a state of calm rapture. You collapsed on top of me, still stroking my softening erection, kissing the tip. I kissed the insides of your thighs and squeezed your ass gently. At last, you rolled off of me and we sat upright, facing each other as before. But now, the look in our eyes had changed. Forever Chapter 8: Dreams of Max by Molly The drone of a weather report invades my sleep. My hand reaches out to hit the snooze button on the clock radio. I can't believe the night passed so quickly, I must have slept soundly. "Mm-m-mm! Morning already...?" I yawn and stretch to my fullest length... my toes touch the bottom poster of the bed. The sun is just now peeking through the corner of my bedroom window, shining on a picture on the wall. It is a photograph of a brilliant sunset that I took a few summers ago. This morning, the framed landscape looks very life-like with the touch of real sunshine. The radio sounds again. "That was a quick ten minutes!" I think to myself. The sweet sound of Chicago warms my sleepy thoughts: "Everybody needs a little time away...I heard her say… far away from each other... even lovers need a holiday... far away..." Reality floods my thoughts. "This is Saturday! I forgot to turn off my alarm... I don't have to go into the office today!" The realization makes me feel so good. I had planned to give myself the luxury of sleeping late this morning. After my extended business trip last week, I need to catch up on some much- needed rest. I had arrived back home late on Monday but the trip had really worn me out! I need to get back on track. I roll over on my back, taking my pillow with me... my arms are wrapped tightly around it. Feeling restless, I roll back unto my tummy again, on top of the pillow. Without warning... a flood of liquid desire surges through my veins! "Hmmm!" I feel so aroused these days... all the time. I haven't felt this way for a long time. It's like a feeling of... newness... anticipation... I'm not quite sure how to describe it. My body is like an exposed nerve ending... throbbing... waiting for blessed relief. My hips move back and forth and I thrust them into the pillow and the mattress. I let my mind drift back to last Sunday... and you... ......... I looked deep into your sensual eyes as I lay back on the pillows and groaned out loud. You smiled at me. "So, am I disqualified? "Disqualified? I'm not sure what you mean." I couldn't stop looking at you and the way your tongue sensually moved along your bottom lip. "I think I bent the rules." "I don't think... It wasn't just you, Max... I did too! Oh, Max... that was so good!" I wanted to kiss you... to taste your sweet mouth... to draw your tongue in my mouth. I knew that traces of my juices would be all over your lips and chin. "I couldn't leave you like that... wanting to cum! Oh Baby, you are so sweet! What I wouldn't give to spent the night here with you." "I'm not sure that's such a good move!" We had definitely challenged the rules we had set forth! ........ Reluctantly, I force my thoughts back to the present. My body is remembering how your lips, tongue and mouth, had made such exquisite love to me... how we made oral love to each other. When I saw your beautiful penis, I knew pictures had not done justice. I had wanted to fuck you so much... just to feel your cock fill me so deeply... so very fully! I reach down over the side of my bed and into the bottom drawer of my night table. I feel around in the drawer... under my silky underwear... until my hands close around it... Figment! Good 'ole Figment...! I smile and bring it close to my lips and my tongue licks underneath the rim. I slide my lips over the taut head and I suck it slowly into my mouth. I suckle softly as I lay there, still remembering... Desire rushes through me as I recall your intake of breath as my lips touched your sensitive skin. I remember how I felt, as your mouth pressed between my legs. We were so greedy... so desperate... in competition almost... as we kissed and licked and sucked each other. The head of your cock had seemed to grow in my mouth. To feel you respond this way, made me want to touch you and caress you everywhere. I wanted you to remember the sensations of my mouth on your shaft and balls... for a long time. I can feel the wetness ooze from my pussy now, as I remember the feeling of your smooth tongue searching out my most sensitive places. Now I move my Figment... you... so you are between my wet pussy lips. My hips undulate as I recall how you tasted me so intimately. I can hear you whispering, "Oh, Molly, your pussy tastes so sweet!" and I thrust now against the head of your cock. I imagine that your tongue is still licking and dipping into me. I thrust the full length of my figment into my wet opening. I stop. I feel how my pussy muscles grip you. As I draw out, I can feel just the head inside me. I grip tightly...again and again... pulsating... almost milking your cock... and I wonder how it would feel to you. "Max, I wanted to fuck you so bad! I didn't want to stop!" I whispered into my blankets. I had wanted to bend the rules further... but I knew that there was already a fine definition as to whether we had in fact bent... or actually broke them...! Now, I grasp both my nipples between my fingers and as I gently twist and tug, I feel my pussy trying desperately to hold you deep inside. I push you in again... deeper this time. My legs cross to hold you in. I open my legs wide and pull you all the way out... and then I push you back inside my wet pussy again. All the way out... IN-NN!! Again... ohhh... again...AHHHHH! I release my hold and let my pussy take over. I feel the cock move up and down as my internal muscles flex. I cup my breasts in my hands and I pull on my nipples again... a little harder this time. "Hm-mm-mm!" I have to hold it in... "I don't want you to pull out... fuck me! Oh-hh... Max.. Slide your cock into me! HAR-RD! Fuck me! Bang me!" I cry into my blanket. "I am so close...Ohhhh I don't want to cum yet... ohhh... pleeease oh-hhh... Max... fuck, fuck, fuck me!" My body is perspiring now as I try to hold back... but yet... not wanting to. The fingers of my right hand rubs furiously at my clitoris and my other hand pushes the hard penis fully into my pussy. My hips thrust upwards. "Hmm-mm-mm AHHHH oooohhhhhhhmygawwd." I feel myself cum. The contractions are so good! I remember how you came in my mouth... how you spurted... and how you sounded! In the throes of my orgasm, I imagine you now, and I roll over onto my tummy and fuck against you. "Hmmmm-mmmm... soooo good, Babyyy!" I collapse... I can't keep going! As drift back to sleep, I sigh... "Ohhh Max!" Dreams of Molly By Max I have not been able to get that night out of my head. There had never been a more thrilling, forbidden, erotic moment in my life. Pushing the limits as we did, we reached such an intensity of closeness. Tonight, I have come to my basement office to be alone with my thoughts. But, I am not quite alone, for you are there. At least, your words are there, waiting for me, tempting me. I sit here at my desk, the room darkened except for the light from my monitor. It has been difficult to read what you have written without touching myself. I have come to my office wearing only my robe, and with little restraining it, my penis has stretched itself out along my left leg. I feel it rise and fall with my heartbeats, rubbing against the hair on my thigh. I close my eyes and remember the sight of you sitting before me, touching yourself for my pleasure and your own. I have lived it over and over, as though I had been an actor in a movie. The scene is still so real in my mind. And the feel of your body is there as well. I untie the belt of my long, black terry cloth robe and let it fall open. Looking down at my cock, I watch it’s movements with interest, not wanting to touch it quite yet. I decide to close my eyes again and imagine you here with me. With the help of my own fingers, I can feel your lips on my chest, leading to my nipples. They are sensitive to my touch. The slightest squeeze there sends electricity through my body and causes my cock to angle upward from my leg. I pinch my nipples, wishing they were your nipples, wishing it was you kissing and sucking mine. Exquisite! I finally reach down to caress my balls, still watching my cock bounce with the multiple stimulation. I have brought a small bottle of mineral oil to my office today. I hold my erect cock in my right hand and drip oil along its length. I let my hand spread the oil evenly along the shaft, cupping my palm over the head of my cock and rubbing the oil into the smooth, soft skin. I close my thumb and forefinger together and make a tight circle that glides down the shaft until my hand rests against my balls, holding my cock upright, fully extended. It shines in the light from the monitor, the tight skin revealing several prominent veins running along the shaft. I study the head as my hand rises back up toward the head. I loosen my grip and let my forefinger caress the little ridge that runs down the underside. With each stroke, my unrestrained penis bobs up with pleasure. Again I close my eyes and continue the gentle strokes, which I imagine to be your tongue. When I squeeze my nipple at the same time, the sensation is incredible. I feel that I could eventually cum doing just this. But, I want more. So, I let my hand close over the head of my cock and pull it down over and around the shaft until I reach the base. The down-stroke is best. Still, I love the return to the head, pulling my cock to its full length. Since I am a tall guy, I don’t think 9 inches or so is so much, but I do enjoy having this length to "play with". I decide to place both hands on my shaft, even though this means I will have to be careful about getting oil on my keyboard. I begin by holding my cock with one hand above the other, with just the head sticking out the top. I begin long slow strokes. They are difficult to control, because the sensation gets so intense as I slide both hands over the head and then start back down again. The texture is so smooth, yet distinct ripples and contours seem to give my cock it’s own personality. The change where the shaft meets the head is very pronounced, a sensitive, convex rim that wraps around the top and sweeps up to meet the ridge underneath. This is where I want to feel your tongue, circling, flicking, sucking. I want to re-live the night in the hotel room with you on top of me. I easily picture the image of your wet pussy hovering above my mouth, waiting to be kissed and sucked. I close my eyes and try to simulate the feelings I remember. I am moved to begin firmer, longer strokes on my shaft, letting my hand slide up onto the head each time, applying just the right amount of pressure on the rim with my circling fingers. I am amazed how quickly my body is telling me that it is ready. The reading of your letter, the visualization of that night, the touching, have all combined to bring me to a special state of arousal. I increase the speed of my strokes and begin to concentrate on the upper half of the shaft. I pull and squeeze my nipples as I stroke, trying to track the path of electrons that seem to be shooting through my nervous system. I am building so nicely toward a peak. I am so aware of my body. It is almost time. I let my hand move up to focus on the head and upper shaft. I wrap my hand over the head with each stroke, letting my fingers slide through the little valley leading to the hole in the tip. Oh, my god! This is so good! Oh, how I want to be in your sweet pussy. I picture my cock slipping deep inside you, disappearing into your warmth and wetness.