0 comments/ 10078 views/ 0 favorites Phantom Lover By: Scheherrazade There comes a time in each sensual experience when you never know if it is real or imagined. When the physical part of your body has you in such an intense grip that the dimensions around you start to meld. She could not have said at that exact moment if she was awake or dreaming, living reality or fantasy, only that the feelings flooding her senses had total control over her. She felt as if she was wandering through a maze of mist in her mind. Lights and shimmers of color blaze across her vision as she drifted through this surreal realm. He had come to her before as he came to her now. Telling her of secrets and fantasies, myths and legends. Enticing her mind as well as her body. Tantalizing her senses with stories of knights and dragons. Filling her head with tales of exotic lands and sun filled beaches. Each designed to excite and stimulate. Each fable taking her to places she had never seen and showing her delights she had never before experienced. Tonight he had come for her again. As if restrained by silken bonds, her hands were unable to move, but her eyes watched him as he moved around her. Mesmerized by his beauty, her gaze unable to tear away from him. His dark good looks seem to radiate strength and power. His eyes so dark and hypnotic, with such an exotic tilt it sent shivers through her. His swarthy skin such a contrast to her ivory tones. His moustache tickling her, which only added to the riot of sensations that were bombarding her. His height so perfect for her that when his arms were around her waist, her head was tucked right up under his chin where her lips could press against his neck. Truly the man of her dreams. Everything about him designed to entice her senses. Pleasure so sweet it was almost painful quivered across her, as his lips blazed an untraceable path over every accessible inch of her body. From her fingertips up her arm and shoulder, coming down across her breast long enough for his tongue to tease first one nipple and then the next, before proceeding to the opposite shoulder and down her other arm. Stopping long enough to suck on each finger before starting his way back up again. Moving up her shoulder, around behind her, and down the center of her back. When his lips again rose to her neck, he pressed his body against her to cradle his arousal in her crevice as if by design. He turned her around finally. Their open mouths met in a ravenous kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed her breasts against his abdomen. He tore his mouth away , then discarded his own clothing in quick time. He turned her until she was facing him, and lowered his head to the valley between her breasts. His tongue drove her wild. His hands massaged her breasts, and then he finally moved to take one nipple into his mouth. The pressure was excruciatingly wonderful. She cried out in pleasure, clinging to his shoulders now for support. He gave her other breast the same blissful attention, then trailed hot kisses down her stomach. She wasn't capable of thinking. His tongue stroked the passion in her, pressing in, out, again and again, until she was whimpering for release from the sweet torture. She was begging him not to stop when he stood up to face her. She tried to capture his mouth for a long , hot kiss, but he pulled back. His body pressed to hers, filling it with endless heat. Rubbing against him trying to make as much contact as was possible. Needing to feel him on her, and in her, making her want him, now more than ever. Needing and wanting in an intensifying hunger. Frustration soon turns to aggression. With a gentle shove and slight manipulation he was soon flat on his back and seemingly at her mercy. Give the position of power she soon slows down to return the subtle torture he has visited upon her. Silken falls of gold stroke across his body as she moves her hair gently over him. Her face mere inches away and her breath caressing him in feather like touches. Though nothing can quell her desire when given such access to his rampant erection. Straddling his body with her own, she lets the opening of her hot center sit poised above his staff for a fraction of a second. That brief moment when time seems to stop. Eyes connect seeing only each other. Anticipation rising to volcanic proportion. She can not contain the wicked grin that spreads across her face as in the next instance she swiftly impales herself upon him. Filling herself so fully of him, it is no longer possible to tell where he begins and she ends. Coming together so deeply, in pure sync, pressure building each time she takes him all the way in, Together, moving as one. Upward he drives her until she reaches peak after peak. Believing each time that it is not possible to go any further, yet cresting higher and higher again. The world explodes into a rainbow of sparkling colors as she feels an orgasm so great it seems as if heaven is about to overtake her. Over and over her body shudders with the force of their passion. His climax beginning an instant after hers, with a shout of release she feels him pour hotly into her womb. She had never understood until this moment what passion really meant. The feelings that engulf her in dizzying waves of intensity have no precedent in her experience. If this was how lovemaking is meant to be it is new and strange and wonderful. She shudders and clings as she whispers her litany of love to him. His arms wrapping tightly about her as if he will never let her go. Two bodies melting together as passion drains their souls into one mass of contentment. She snuggles up against him, letting his warmth encase her. Around her the air seems to waver as she drift towards a dreamlike realm. Again she wonders, is this real or is it fantasy? Am I here or elsewhere? Can such feelings exist anywhere but the deepest recesses of my mind? Her last conscious thought was that if her heaven and reality were to truly merge it would be with her own Phantom lover. Phantom Lover I felt his presence as near to me as he could get. He touched me with his gentle fingers, and he touched me with his hard organ. He sighed in my ear, and let his tongue lightly caress the parted lips of my mouth. He stole my breath, then handed it back to me. His gentle fingers played over my skin, making it sing. He had me arching against him as he let his fingers splay outward from my breasts or from my belly. Then, letting his tongue dance along the path his fingers had just travelled, he soon centered his artful tongue on my protruding nub. His one aim; to make it rise against his lips. He continually stabbed at it or pulled on it; making it rise from its hooded hiding place. He pressed himself against my rear, just slightly separating the cheeks so his hard arousal could rest between them. I knew he wanted to press it into me, for I could feel his arousal quiver as its head rested against that tight rosebud, and my cheeks softly encased the hard, stiff rod that was his shaft. But, being the considerate lover he is, he knew I wasn't ready yet. I jutted my rear into his groin, aching for the touch of him; aching to be filled. But, still he abstained. "No, my precious," he breathed against my ear; then gently stabbing his tongue into the center of it. "Not yet. I will fill you when I know you're ready." His low rumbled whisper, sent chills chasing each other as they raced along my spine; pooling their chase within my love tunnel. He then leaned across my quivering belly, and I felt his hot breath in the hairs of my Mound of Venus. He inhaled deeply of the musky aroma, and I soon felt his fingers open the lips that hid my tunnel from him. I arched against him, eager for his touch, as he held them open and blew a cooling stream of air into the mouth of the hole before him. He then bent forward and slipped his tongue into the warm liquid pool he found just on the other side of my opening. I pushed my hips against his mouth, and held his head in place while he drank his fill. With each stab of his tongue, more liquid filled the pool. He then slipped a long, thick finger alongside his tongue. I felt his tongue then travel upward, and flick my sensitive nub. His finger stayed within the pool, sliding in and out, making me arch with each inward movement; going ever deeper with each thrust. He then slowly removed his finger, mindless of the river that followed in its wake. I felt him move it back toward him. Again, came that low, rumbled whisper against my ear, "Be at ease, my sweet. The time is now." He gently pushed against my left shoulder, rolling me further onto my left side. He felt the cheeks of my rear quiver against his erection as I realized his intent. I shifted my legs, moving the right til it hung over the side of the bed, and I then hooked my heel along the raised seam at the top of the mattress. He then slightly pulled my left leg back toward him. He again slipped his finger into that deep pool within me, adding a second finger to the play. I felt him push the hole open, using his fingers like a shovel to bring my liquid back to salve the tight bud near his cockhead. He continued this until satisfied it was ready for him. He slid his shaft into the waiting pond, bathing his erection in the warm depths. When he was satisfied that his shaft and head were more than sufficiently wet, he moved back to the waiting puckered bud. "Take a deep breath, my sweet. For I shall enter you now." Again his tongue stabbed at the center of my ear, and as he did this I felt him push against my resistance. The hard head entered me in one good push, and slid past the barrier. He stopped pushing and was still. He felt a rush of warm water as my pool overflowed and my liquid sluiced downward. Slowly he continued to push himself inward until he filled me. I could feel his cum-filled shaft as it pulsed within that tight canal. I then felt a warm, slick substance as it slid along his shaft, to form a small puddle against the tip of his cockhead. He pushed further moving in and out, until his cockhead was slick from the puddle. He started to move and soon his rod-like shaft was slick as well. "Aaahh," I sighed as he moved within me. He then drove his fingers into my cum-filled valley as he continued to move within my rear. I was in heaven, for I was doubly impaled by my phantom lover. I felt him move within me, as he drove into both my openings. His driving increased in tempo as he pumped into me from behind. I heard him emit a low guttural growl and he gave one last push, driving himself into me. I felt his marble hard balls slapping against the flowing river in front. A primal growl was ripped from his throat and I felt him begin to spend his gift of love deeply within my rear. He continued to thrust against me as he felt his gift leave him. "Aahhh, my sweet," he whispered, his breathing ragged and rough against my ear. "I can think of no better way to drift off to sleep, than to be encased within you." With those few words, he pulled me into his chest with its light furring, and we lay still and felt his still spurting love gift start to ebb. I gave a light contented laugh, which ended on a sigh, saying, "Mmmm. What a most lovely way to drift into dreams." My phantom lover let his now soft manhood stay within my rear, his fingers rested against my nub, lightly playing in the fur around it, and we were soon fast asleep. Phantom Lover Out of fear for what might come next, she wanted desperately to say, 'Please, no'. But as the words formed on her lips, she felt the fingers from the hand penetrate her core. The empty void that had been aching so long to be filled convulsed instinctively around the fingers. Her body shook violently as it involuntarily rode them, driving them deeper into her. The shaking caused her head to nod fervently and all that slipped from her lips was a pitiful 'please'. The fingers felt as if they swelled to fill her completely and she sensed what surely was a thumb pressing down on her clit as the voice gave her the final instructions: "You must now admit from your heart of hearts what the rest of your body has already betrayed. That you cannot live without the hands that touch you. That you cannot function beyond what My voice instructs you. That apart from Me your life means nothing. When you confess that, you will realize what your body quakes for. You will embrace all the needs your subconscious demands. You will see what it is that you are blind to. Security and intimacy will henceforth be forever yours." As the voice spoke, the images of the other patrons in the club got fuzzy. A translucent figure – the shape of a man - began to unfold before her that she could now see was attached to the hands that had sexually tormented her for what seemed like hours now. Yet it was as though the new figure was not quite there despite how she tried to focus on it. But she could no longer spare the energy it took to do anything but acquire for herself what the voice had promised her. There was nothing left of herself she could control. Not her ragged breathing. Not the moans and cries escaping her lips. Not the juices running freely down her thighs. And certainly not the throbbing within her core around the fingers deep within her. Through tears and gasping breath, she managed to shriek out, "i am Yours!" Instantly, the orgasm rushed over her body and she screamed loudly as it was wracked in convulsions. Her muscles and bones buckled against the restraints as wave after wave of sensations crashed within her. She thought she caught a clearer picture of her tormentor as her head thrashed from side to side, but what did it matter. It was as if His mouth, tongue and fingers were crawling all across her body as it shook violently. How long it continued she could not know. She was certain, however, that she was not conscious through the entirety of it. The next cogent thought He allowed her to have was of deep set hazel eyes looking into her own. He was holding her to His body with one arm as the other loosened the restraints. Her own body was like a rag doll: completely spent – unable to move from exhaustion. He lifted her into His arms carrying her back towards the front of the club. She did not care that she was barely dressed or that her body still gave off the thick scent of her passion. All she cared about were the arms that held her. From somewhere deep within her being came the only thing she could offer Him as He took her to what she knew would be her destiny. 'Thank you – Master' she whispered, as she laid her head on His shoulder and breathed a peaceful sigh. Phantom Lover Coming in the door quarter to eight, hoping to find you there waiting for me, but I don't. I search the house threw and threw. You're nowhere to be found. I wander to the kitchen and finally find a note saying that the guys called and you went out. Laughing I set the note back where I found it and reach for a glass on the counter. I change my mind and wonder back down the hall to the bathroom. I draw myself a hot bath and slowly slip out of my clothes. After adding the soft sent of rose oil, I slide into the heat of the water and slowly begin to relax. I close my eyes and let my mind wander. Thinking about what the following day may hold in store. Further an further to the very depths of my mind just before the subconscious I slip. After about an hour the water begins to cool as do I. Pulling the plug I step out and darn my robe. Drying my hair then leaving my cloths, I wander to the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and wonder when you will be home. Undoing my robe and letting it slide off my shoulders I toss it on the chair. Looking about the room I decide to lay down. Slipping under the covers in nothing but my skin, I begin to let my mind drift not really caring where it takes me. Slowly, into oblivion I fade. Dreaming of you, wishing you were here with me. Deeper and deeper I fall into my mind as if under a spell. I feel a gentle kiss, a butterfly kiss, on my lips. A caress that tantalized my senses and made me capable of nothing else but to return such a kiss. I feel the gentle weight of someone. The gentle kiss comes again to my lips then to my cheek. I feel from beneath the covers my skin being revealed. With every inch uncovered a kiss is placed. Slowly I begin to open my eyes but a hand comes up and gently closes then again. Relaxing into the feeling of another's touch, I feel those soft lips once again upon mine. The kiss is soft but I feel the need from behind it. I allow the entrance of that gentle probing tongue. Exploring my mouth to its every inch it seeks to find. Deep within me I feel a fire building slowly. gentle as the kiss, a hand descends down to my side. Slowly feeling me every curve. I slowly arch towards the strong warmth that has embraced me. Wanting to wrap my arms around this warmth that holds me so close I begin to reach up yet just then my hands are captured and raised above my head. I feel a gently breath in me ear telling me no. Silently pleading I begin begging for my captor to take me to bring me to that ecstasy I so yearned for. As if reading my mind, a gentle hand slides to my abdomen gently teasing. Slipping lower still I feel the parting of my slick feminine flesh with a sharp intake of breath I feel myself blush. Slowly I begin to feel the slow teasing strokes, my phantom lover seams to be drinking up every last one of my little cries. Then finally as if hearing my plea gently I feel soft fingers slide into me triggering that burst of erotic intensity that I only ever dreamed of. It sent me spinning out of control into a wild shattering climax. Then as the after shocks rippled threw my every muscle, I felt again that long deep sensual kiss that had began it all. Just as I was beginning to relax into the kiss my beloved phantom pulled away from me I cried out in the sudden loss even as I reached for her trying to being her back I knew that moment I was alone in bed alone in the room. I lay there breathing hard as reality finally set in and I began to awaken from my drunken state. I made myself think it was all a wonderful dream. Not wanting to see believe it was never real that it was just my imagination playing with my mind once again. I sat up and looked around. No one was here. Just me and my crazy mind. I know what I felt and I know that I wasn't breathing hard for nothing. So I lay there and dozed off to sleep once again. Feeling a shift in weight a few minutes later. I rolled over and found my precious women back home with me. She turned to look at me and had a smile on her face. Looking at her with the curiosity of a cat. I asked. What she smiling about? She said nothing and just kissed me and wrapped her arms around me then and I knew it wasn't a dream. It was my love that had given me that wonderful surprise. I rolled over and she pulled me close. I fell asleep once more knowing that it was not a dream that it was all real and knowing that I was loved… Yet, in the back of my mind, I knew that one day I would give her what she gave me. And she would never know who it was… Phantom Lover Amy and I had met online, which soon led to many hot cybersex sessions and eventually to phone calls, many of which became phone sex. We hit it off pretty well. That's putting it mildly, we got along great and the no-contact "sex" so far was smokin hot. Now we were ready to take it to the next level. As it turned out, we lived only a couple hours apart, which made the next step easy. After toying with the idea, we gradually worked out the details for our first physical encounter. We decided that it would be an incredible mind fuck if we blended cybersex with actual sex. At the appointed hour, she would get on instant messaging and be ready to cyber with me. She would also leave her back door open so that I could be with her in person, and would leave two pairs of high heels by the sliding door as a signal that I was in the right place and that she was ready for the encounter. She would continue to type IMs, but my responses would be physical. We decided that she would not be naked or in pajamas, but would be wearing something sexy. We added a safe word in case she wanted to stop things at any point. Before we committed, I asked her on several occasions "Are you sure you want to do this?" Her answers were always some variation of "I'm ready to live a little on the edge, the thrill will add the extra spice I need right now" or "If you don't chicken out, I won't chicken out." We were going to do this. On the agreed night, I IMed her just before I headed for her house: Hi babe. I'll be ready to go at 10, as we agreed. A few minutes before 10, I was outside her patio and saw the two pairs of high heels. I'm in the right place and she's ready to go! Woohooooo! Just before 10, I quietly slid open the sliding door and stepped inside. I slowly crept through her house, following her directions to her bedroom. Through her open bedroom door, I could see her at her computer desk, her back to me, sitting on a footstool. She wore a filmy pink babydoll, her honey-blonde hair reaching just below her shoulders. She also had on pink ankle-socks, a cute touch that made her choice of clothing a little more personal than the standard fantasy scenario. At 37, she had a luscious figure. She had often complained to me online that she thought she was fat, and while she might have had a few more pounds than her ideal weight, I could now see that she carried her weight in a wonderfully feminine package. An erection started to surge as I anticipated our meeting. At exactly 10, she began to type into her computer and I stepped into her bedroom. I knew she heard me enter, but as we agreed she didn't turn around. Over her shoulder, I read what she had IMed me in large letters: *I haven't touched myself all day. I wanted to and wanted to, but I waited for tonight. I just know my panties must be drenched right now. She paused her typing, and I waited for her to resume. She knew I watched over her shoulder as she continued: *Oh baby I am so ready for you!!! This has been on my mind all week. I could hardly work today thinking about tonight! I'm wearing a pink babydoll nightie that I bought just for you. "I'm ready for you too" I whispered into her ear. "You look ravishing, and you smell delicious". And she did. Her perfume was indescribable, the scent forever to be etched into my mind and filed under "wild passion". My erection was solid and throbbing. She lightly gasped as I brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. She leaned her head into mine for a few seconds, then resumed her role at the keyboard. *mmmm that was nice baby *thank you Good thing she could type by touch. I could see that she had painted her nails to match her lingerie. "You're welcome" I whispered. "And you're all color coordinated. You will be a tasty morsel tonight." My hands dropped to her shoulders, lightly caressing them, continuing down to her upper arms. She tilted back her head, eyes closed, a low "mmmmmmmmmm" escaping her throat. Her hands echoed her sounds on the keyboard: *mmmmmmmmmmmmmm feels good baby My hands continued to roam, caressing. Down her back, her nightie underneath my fingers, to her sides, shifting across to her tummie, lightly coming up her front, brushing over her ample breasts. I could feel her nipples erect below the thin fabric of her nightie. *mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm My hands retreated, slipping up under her nightie now, caressing her back again, then following the same path as before, but this time it was skin against skin. Back, sides, tummy. Softly upward, caressing the underside of her naked breasts, caressing the sides, then on top, saving the nipples for the last. Then lightly flicking over her hard nipples, then giving each a gentle, prolonged pinch. Another quick gasp from her. She typed again, her fingers seeming slow to respond, as if it were hard to concentrate: *oh goddddddd thats goooooooood *im getting soooooooooooooooooooooo wettttt "I'll bet you are" I whispered. "And I'll soon find out." *mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm promise? "Promise." My hands began to trace lower again, down to her tummy, past her navel, lower, lower. Her legs opened wider and wider as my hands slipped farther down. I could now tell she wore very low-cut panties, hardly more than a thong, held up by thin strings of fabric. My chest pressed up against her back, my face against her hair, breathing her intoxicating scent, my fingers slipping under the tiny fabric triangle covering her pussy. "I didn't know you shaved" I whispered. She giggled. *dont *but did it just for u "I love it" I whispered, as my fingers gently caressed her mound, lightly dancing over her slit. The fabric of her panties was soaked, and I could feel moistness oozing from her pussy even before I explored inside. Her head was leaning back against my shoulder, eyes still closed, a smile on her face. I nibbled her ear, and her smile opened into a grin. *smiling *ur good at this "Thank you. You've said that before, you know." My right hand continued to brush over her damp slit as my left hand slid back up to cup her breast, pulling her more tightly into me. *wasnt like THIS before *this is a mindfuck "Just your mind?" She leaned farther back, her hands now barely reaching the keyboard. I could now peek down over her shoulder and saw her nipples standing out against the sheer pink fabric of her nightie, which had lifted high enough to reveal her tiny panties (showing a large dark spot which her juices had moistened) that covered the area my right hand still explored. *better not be just my mind *dammit "How's this for a start?" My fingers stopped teasing the outside of her slit. My middle finger slipped decisively inside, finding her abundantly lubricated and sliding up to her clit. Her body stiffened slightly as she gave a short gasp. Her typing came much more slowly now: *much *better I began to lightly stroke her clit, and she responded by arching her back and rolling her hips in rhythm with my finger. *yessssssssss Now two fingers slipped inside her and were immediately covered with her wetness. My fingers moved away from her clit and explored deeper, seeking her G spot, putting the my thumb in position to stimulate her clit. She continued to move with my strokes, her breasts quickly rising and falling with her rapid breaths. *you *hit *gspot "Finding it hard to concentrate right now?" I whispered. She nodded in response, eyes closed, breathing faster now, pressing back against me. As I stroked faster, and faster, she continued in rhythm, building in speed until she began to shudder. I heard her restrained cries that came out as "nnnnnhhhhhh, nnnnnnhhhhhh, NNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH" and knew that she was coming. She continued to shudder and grunt for several seconds, and I let up as her legs began to tremble. After a few more seconds, her orgasm had subsided and she slowly began to type. *came *just came "I know you did, you horny wench." She smiled and nodded at my comment, eyes closed, breathing more slowly now, still pressing her back against my chest. *want to make you cum now "Is that all?" *no *want you to fuck me *fuck *me *fuckmefuckmefuckme She broke into a grin again, and I chuckled. "I think we can do both of those." I moved both hands to her hips. "Follow my hands" I whispered, gently pulling her hips up and back. She repositioned herself as I guided her hips back off the footstool. "I think you'll have to forget about the keyboard for a while" I said as I guided her hips down until her knees were on the carpet with the stool in front of her. I lightly pushed her shoulders down until her breasts rested on top of the stool, her arms now folded underneath her head. With her head turned to the side, I could see that her eyes were still closed and that she wore a contented smile. I was on my knees behind her, my hands now caressing her back under her nightie. "Have I told you how hot you are?" I asked. She grinned and giggled. I caressed her back, her ass, her thighs for a few moments as I began to nudge my groin against her. I still wore my jeans but I knew she could feel my erection through the cloth. I gently dry-humped against her, as she rolled her hips in response. She uttered her first spoken words to me that night. "Are you going to fuck me with your pants on, mister phantom lover?" In response, I stood, whipped off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and tore off my pants. I was on my knees behind her again within 10 seconds, my unsheathed erection now bumping up against her ass. She giggled again. "That's much better." I caressed her buttocks, slipping my fingers underneath her panty strings as I did so. "I hope you like it doggie style." "Mmmmmhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. One of my favorites." I pulled at her panties, sliding them over her ass and down to her knees. Her bare pussy was fully exposed, its glistening moistness beckoning me. I guided the head of my cock into its inviting embrace, slipping the head just a bit inside. She was soaking wet, and I easily could have slammed deeply into her with the first thrust, but I didn't. Instead, I gradually eased it in, pumping in slow, short strokes, each one going a little deeper. Her hips rolled into me with each gentle thrust. In a dozen strokes or so, she was fully penetrated, balls deep, my hips against her butt cheeks. I stopped thrusting but pushed hard into her. She was ready for more, as her hips continued to roll slowly up and down, eager for me to resume thrusting. I slowly pulled out of her, my cock briefly popping out before I slowly pushed it back inside her for another long slow stroke. I did this several times, every thrust slow and deep, her copious lubrication making the strokes effortless. At this point I thought we were ready for a change of pace. As I slowly pulled back from a stroke, I stopped short of pulling completely out, grabbed her hips, and pulled her hard into me as I thrust hard, fast, and deep. She gave a short, high squeal, dropping her arms to tightly grasp the footstool. She gave several more squeals as I began to pump her hard and fast now. After several thrust-squeal-thrust-squeal cycles, she changed to a low moan. "Oh yes, baby, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck. Me." In a short while she was no longer talking or moaning but was again breathing faster and faster. She still tightly grasped the footstool, her head pressed against the leather, and her breasts squished against it as well. My cock hammered into her, again and again. I knew another orgasm was coming when she gave another higher pitched moan. A few more thrusts and she began to shudder with her second orgasm of the night, again making the "nnnnhhhhh, nnnnnhhhhhh, NNNNNHHHHHH" sound of suppressed cries of raw physical pleasure. I could feel her legs trembling against my thighs as this orgasm subsided, and I slowed my strokes and stopped pulling her hips into me to give her a breather. My hands now moved to caress all the naked skin within reach. Her back. Her thighs. Her butt. I could feel where the moistness from her pussy had oozed down her legs and onto my thighs. Each slow thrust brought me closer to the conclusion that I wanted to add my own bodily fluids to hers, and I decided that it was time for the breather to end. I bent at the waist to lay my chest against her back. My hands could now reach her pussy. With my cock sliding in and out of her, my fingers began to stimulate her clit. Amy's arousal began to build again, and I gradually pumped her faster and faster, my own orgasm edging closer as well. Within a few moments, I was hammering her hard and fast as my fingers diddled her clit. She raised her chest above the stool, now resting on her elbows, her delectable breasts now swinging freely back and forth under her. My free hand moved to a nipple, still rock hard, and gently squeezed. We had full body contact, thigh to thigh, chest to back, hands working her clit and stimulating her breasts. I was pumping hard now, my orgasm now only a few moments away. Her orgasm started first, another shuddering series of moans beginning. Knowing she was in mid-orgasm, my own was ready to burst. As her orgasm slowed, that special feeling built inside me until my torso began to convulse in rhythmic pulses, my cock shooting cum into her with each pulse. "Oh! You came in me!" This seemed to rebuild and extend her climax, and she clamped her pussy against my cock and eagerly pumped her pelvis into me in rhythm with my ejaculations. She moaned more animal sounds in her extended orgasm, which again began to subside as my ejaculation stopped and my thrusting slowed. In a short while I was thrusting very slowly as we both caught our breath from cumming. Our intermingled juices oozed freely between her pussy and my cock. She relaxed her body and once again rested her breasts and head against the stool, a smile on her face, eyes still closed. I relaxed and rested with her, skin on skin, my cock still inside her, slowly getting softer and softer to recover from shooting her full of cum. "Mmmmmmmmmm, that was wonderful" she softly cooed. "YOU were wonderful, and incredibly, amazingly sexy" I replied. My cock soon shrank to its unaroused state, slipping out of her pussy, which now dripped with cum. I stretched up to kiss her on the neck, which brought out another smile from her. "Are we going to finish this the way we talked about? I mean, finish like this, we're done, you slip away, and we meet again another time?" she asked. I stopped to reconsider. That was our plan, but in real life it was hard to stop. I didn't want it to end. Before I could answer, she said "I'm not sure I want to stop here tonight." A long pause, then "But, just thinking about tonight gave me an amazing rush when it actually started to happen. I almost think the frustration of stopping now would be worth it with the anticipation of next time. Talk about a mindfuck." "I was thinking the same thing." I paused. "I don't really want to stop, but I think I can live with the frustration at least once and let that feed into next time. We don't have to make a habit of frustrating ourselves. Want to stick with the plan?" She waited a bit before responding. "OK, I'm willing to be severely frustrated this time. In the interests of science or something." I stood up, capturing the vision for the last time tonight. She was still on her knees, her upper torso peacefully resting on the stool. Her nightie was pulled up far enough to show the underside of her breasts, and her tiny panties remained at her knees, where I had left them. My cum still oozed from her dripping pussy. I bent, kissed her again on the neck, and whispered into her ear "You are an amazing, sexy bundle of passion. Let's continue the mindfuck. At least until next time." I kissed her neck again, stepped back, and quickly gathered up my clothes and shoes. I then headed out her bedroom door, stopping in the hallway just long enough to pull on my pants. I finished dressing downstairs and slipped through the sliding glass door. I was wondering whether we'd done the right thing as I drove home. The return trip done, I checked my IMs one last time. All of Amy's "cybersex" chat was captured there, but the last few I hadn't seen before. She had sent one last batch of IMs a few minutes after I left her house: *oh *my *god *that was AMAZING *we really need to meet in person some day ;-) *good night phantom lover