0 comments/ 8142 views/ 1 favorites The Joining By: grumbletas He boarded the aircraft with barely subdued excitement and some trepidation as well. This was the last leg of the holiday of a life time. Les was circling the globe visiting online friends and putting even more substance in already real life-long friendships. However this last leg was the most important, he was about to meet the woman with whom he had fallen deeply in love. The plane travelled toward that regional airport in Montana where his destiny lay. He reflected on the circumstances that had brought him to be on this flight. The trauma of his upbringing by a father who believed in "spare the rod and spoil the child" and the emotional put downs that left him virtually no self esteem. The gang rape at 16 that caused him to retreat inside himself and suffer bouts of untreated depression for many years. The failed marriage that was so unlike what he had imagined it would be. The intense and long online love affair that came to nothing after 3 years and was a contributing factor to a nervous breakdown. Still Les believed that love would win out in the long run and at 51 still had not ruled out that possibility. The plane flew on and the wonder of the woman he was on the way to see pushed sunshine into his thoughts. Liz had contacted Les on the message board of an erotic stories site. She had been alone for a year caring for her 2 children, working and studying for a university degree to give herself and the children a chance to advance. The time alone had been good. She had found herself again and was happy but knew there was a void in her life. Her past contained men who were shallow and self centred. Well that's what men were like. Despite her romantic and physical attention it never seemed to be reciprocated. Her ex never seemed to grow up and she felt more like his mum than his wife. Looking for like minded open people to chat with, Liz started reading the message board. Oh there were threads about sex and everything to do with it but there was a lot more. People asking advice on all sorts of personal matters and the replies, whilst often humorous were all kind and caring. The people on this site were really like a family. There was one man that Liz thought was very special and she looked up his posts and thought that she would really like to know this guy, he was the sort of man she would love to have in her life. So it began, the initial PM from her and the friendly but guarded reply. Then emails loaded with all sorts of questions, many couples who had been going out for months would not have approached. It snowballed, long emails, long phone calls, each and every one showing how closely matched they were. They were both head over heels in no time flat and now it was time to test reality. Would it be a case of fertile imagination and hopes fizzling out in the cold light of reality? Les was brought out of his reflections as the cabin lights flashed and the pilot announced that they were coming in for landing. The jet engines screamed as the wheels touched and his heart was pumping, sweat appearing on his forehead. The moment of truth was here. Down from the aircraft and into the waiting lounge and there she was. Her face lit up with a huge smile and a look of love that melted his heart. She was wearing what she promised, a low cut top to display her beautiful and shapely 36 C breasts and the knowledge that under that skirt was a naked pussy. They ran to each other oblivious of any other person and kissed deeply and long. Les felt her breasts press against his chest and immediately his manhood swelled. She felt it and pushed her body in to his to feel it against her. The kiss was broken after a couple of minutes, he looked into her eyes and said with trembling voice, "I love you my darling". She could not answer, her eyes full of tears but the look on her face and the depths of her eyes showed she returned the sentiment. They picked up the luggage and hand in hand headed for her car. Once in the car they came together and kissed more, exploring each other, touching faces looking into each others eyes, intensely aware of the other. Les' hand slipped under the skirt and up her inner thigh. Liz parted her legs a little and his hand found her pussy and gently and lovingly felt her folds. She was dripping wet and his finger slid inside her, hand palm up and massaged her g spot. Liz could not help herself, she had not been touched for 18 months and she had waited for this moment for so long, she had her arms wrapped around him and wriggled and squirmed as her body responded and suddenly Les found her pussy clamping his finger and felt her love juices flowing as she started cumming and panting his name as her body writhed in the ecstasy of the moment. Slowly they unwrapped themselves and with a shaky hand, Liz started her car. Her passenger watched her with a love sick grin on his face and an enormously rigid hardon and aching balls trapped in his jeans. They drove to his hotel (she had a small house and 2 children whose sensibilities they both wanted to protect) and hastily entered the room. Liz wanted this man. She kissed him and unbuttoned his shirt button by button, kissing the exposed flesh as she went. The moans she was hearing only went to make her more excited. Her pussy was flowing and she experienced another orgasm as his shirt came off. She was a little too excited for subtlety, she wanted his cock out of his pants and inside her pussy, NOW. Liz pushed him on the bed and whipped off his shoes and socks then virtually tore off his jeans and jockey briefs. His cock stood out hard swollen and pulsing, the balls large, drooping and heavy. Les was just too overcome with the moment to do anything but lay there and look at this beautiful woman wanting him so much. It was all his heart could bear. With a sexy smile on her face Liz removed her top and revealed her full breasts in their sexy lacy black bra. Her large nipples were pushing hard against the fabric and it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. She stood in front of her lover watching him lying on his back naked and throbbing on the bed. Her hand moved to the front clasp and her orbs were freed from their confines. Les gasped as they came into view and told her how beautiful her breasts were. They were a sight to behold, womanly beauty in its prime, full and shapely, flushed with the blush of desire and love, nipples hard and prominent. Les looked in lust, love and awe as this incredibly lovely woman undressed before him. How he had not cum when her breasts came into view he didn't know. The love of his life unzipped her skirt and let it drop. She did not have a waif like figure, it was full and curvy with plenty to hold and caress. He groaned as he saw the neatly trimmed triangle of love pointing down to her noticeably swollen labia and dripping pussy. He sat up beckoned her closer and pulled her onto the bed. There was only one place he wanted to be and there was only one place she wanted him. Liz rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide. Les moved between them and rubbed his throbbing cock in the folds of her pussy, mixing his pre cum covered tip with her dripping juices. He rubbed it against her clit, excitedly poking out of its hood and Liz shuddered with passion and desire. Her man was going to be where she desperately wanted him to be. He looked deeply into her eyes, their fingers entwined and his pulsing manhood poised in contact at the opening of her love canal. "I love you with all my being" he said as his manhood parted her pussy lips and entered into her wet warm embrace. Slowly but with loving purpose the shaft sank deeper and deeper into her pussy. Their pelvic bones came together and pubic hair mingled. They were joined in body and they kissed with his cock fully embedded inside her, their emotions were now fully in concert with their sexual joining. They remained like that for some minutes kissing all over their faces, whispering their love and devotion. It was a bonding the like of which neither of them had ever experienced. Les started to withdraw and then pushing back inside her, starting with controlled, slow, deep and loving strokes. Liz pushed back at him and was squeezing him with her love muscles on his outward journey. It was not very long before Liz felt the start of an intense orgasm stirring inside her hot and steaming pussy. Les felt his balls tingle and his cock swell bigger. Both entwined in each others bodies they exploded in unison and glorious release as they cried out their love for each other as their bodies orgasmed in love and fulfillment. They lay together both of them with tears in their eyes, the intense feelings having drained their strength. The tenderness of the moment after making true total and unrestrained love was reflected in their faces as they looked into face of the only other person they would make love with for the rest of their lives. The Joining This was it. This was the weekend she had waited for, had longed for, for so long. They had finally found a way to slip away from their respective spouses and business responsibilities, and now found themselves together, deliciously alone. The conference was a cover, of course, but they had dutifully attended the boring panels, had pretended interest at the trade booths, and struggled through the dreary trade show as was expected of them. It was their cover story, and it must be made complete. Maintaining an illusion of disinterest in each other in their professional circles was hard enough, but the waiting was far worse. But now it was over, and it was their time. Time they had waited for, and time they certainly deserved. The wine was beginning to relax her, and she settled back into the over-stuffed chair in her hotel room. He was just next door in the connecting room, so close but yet comfortably removed. Slipping off her shoes, still in her causal wrap skirt and a loose shirt, she walked over and knocked gently on the connecting room door. He opened the door, and his smile made her want him more, just as it always had. "Hi, gorgeous," he said as he stepped into her room. "Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked, smiling. "Absolutely. Thanks." Taking a long pull on the wine, he looked at her, in that way he had, and just smiled. Setting the glass down, he walked over to her and gently took her glass from her hand. Holding her close, and gently caressing her back and bottom, he whispered in her ear, "You know how long I've waited for this?" She murmured a reply as she nuzzled his neck. "Too long." Stepping back, he pulled the drawstring on her wrap skirt, letting it fall where she stood. Taking her hand he pulled her close again, helping her pull the shirt over her head. She could see the desire in his eyes as he looked at her, the first time she had been completely naked in front of him. She was petite and slender, and her breasts were full, firm and perky. Her tiny waist curved seductively to her perfectly portioned hips and tight butt. She let him look, unashamed and proud, for she enjoyed his stares. Her body was perfect and she knew it. "God, you are beautiful," he whispered. Her wetness had begun, and now, with his obvious admiration of her naked body, she was more ready to have him than ever. She reached for his belt and undid it, and pulling the zipper down she wriggled his pants down. He stepped out of them and pulled off his button down shirt. Although he was a good deal older than she, he was tanned and healthy and in good shape, and her breath quickened when she saw his powerful chest and tanned, flat ab muscles. He dropped his shorts and they stood there, each naked before the other, unabashedly admiring the other. His manhood hung there, semi-erect and so thick, and she flushed a little at seeing it like this. Their relationship had always had a sexual tension underlying their working together, and for quite a long time they ignored it, thinking that the other didn't feel it the same way. They worked for separate companies within the same industry, and had worked together on several projects over the last few months. The sexual tension and undercurrents had always been there for both, yet they tried to put those feelings aside, and concentrate on the task at hand. It hadn't always worked out that way. For months they just flirted, then graduated to playing slap and tickle, then maybe with a quick grope here and there, even kisses and some awkward and clumsy oral sex when the opportunity arose. They knew it would eventually lead to this and they just let it happen. They wanted it to happen. With this conference, they had planned for a long night of sensuous lovemaking. "You're magnificent," she whispered. "So are you." The late evening sun shone brightly through the blinds on their 15th story balcony glass doors, bathing the room in a subtle golden light, perfect for seduction. He took her hand and led her to the bed, where they both collapsed into each other's arms. Their bodies pressed together, arms entwined, they stayed that way for a while, relishing and savoring this moment that had taken so long to arrive. She was so warm and soft, now pressed against his body, so hard and tanned. Nothing could spoil it now, no phone calls, no messages, no distractions. This was their time and they intended to spoil each other, to please, to tease each other, and then to completely satisfy each other at every level. "Finally," she whispered. "God, finally." His reply was to gently caress her lips with his, as if he wanted not only to hear her words but to taste them, to ingest her very spoken thoughts. Gently pushing her to her back, he began kissing her month, leaving little butterfly kisses across her regal, high cheekbones, ever so gently kissing her eyes, and leaving trail of white hot passion across her chin and down her neck. Her hands around his back, she let him command his lips in their march down the side of her neck. Her breath came in little moans, and she could feel the hot breath signature of his gentle kisses raising passions in her she hadn't felt in a long time. His mouth had found its way to her sternum, and her nipples hardened in anticipation. As if on cue, his lips encircled her hardening nipples, and his tongue circumnavigated each one, leaving burning desire in its wake. Sucking hard on each breast, he could taste her lactation, as her breasts offered all they had to this man, her lover. Unsurprisingly, it was sweet and warm. He moaned as he swallowed her. Hands on his head now, her moaning uncontrolled, she gently guided him to where she knew he wanted to go. A burning hot tongue traced a line down her trim, flat belly and explored her navel, biting the ridge and then moving on. She spread her legs ever so slightly to help him get the prize they both wanted him to have. Her downy soft fur parted slightly, and he could see that she was wetter now, drops of her dew glistened in the evening light, and he took a moment to look at her perfect being. Her head was titled back, her mouth open, and her eyes closed in anticipation as his tongue slowly, ever so gently and slowly, parted her labia, and scooped up some of her wetness and spread it on her now erect clitoris. A deep moan escaped her as her traced a circle around her clit, lifting it, and then sucking it into his mouth. Her clit and labia are now in his mouth, and he's sucking the wetness from her and she can feel his hot breath on her pubic hair. Parting her labia with his tongue, he slid a finger gently into her. Not deep, just enough to tease. Finally his mouth sought its prize and he pulled her entire pussy gently into his mouth sucking, and biting. She writhed on the bed, hands grabbing handful of sheets and her hips started to buck against his face. His tongue now inside her, he could taste her very essence, sweet and thick, and he loved it. She gave him her wetness as her vagina was washed by his tongue and her sex. He wanted her to cum in his mouth. She needed to cum. His tongue increased its pressure on her vagina, and then on her clitoris. She could hear a low moan in the room, and then she realized it was coming from her from somewhere deep in her being. The tension increased, and raced along her nervous system, from her nether regions up to her heart, she finally exploded in the first shuddering climax of the evening. He felt her shudders begin, and knew he wanted her organism in his mouth, tasting this most intimate gift this beautiful woman could offer him, as he indeed ingested her very being. Both hands on her hips now, holding her tightly against his face, he pressed harder with his tongue on her clit, still sucking and biting her gently, and she bucked hard against his face. He stayed with her, and never letting up, rode her wave of passion and release. Panting, still in his grasp, she murmured, "oh, my God. You're incredible." Grinning, he nuzzled her neck, and whispered, "that was wonderful, and you're delicious." She turned to kiss him, and could taste her wetness still on his face. She kissed him deeply and passionately then, her tongue exploring his lips and mouth, her hand on the back of his head, pressing him to her, and she knew she wanted him now more than she ever had. "Now it's my turn," she whispered. He lay on his back and she reached down and felt him, teasing his erection, and gently messaging his balls as they hung heavily between his spread legs. Biting his nipple, she took his penis in her hand. It was surprisingly heavy, and as she felt him harden under her touch, she bent down to look at him. He was simply magnificent: he was huge, it seemed to her, longer than she had remembered from earlier encounters, and much thicker. Thicker than her wrist, she longed to have him - deep inside her, in her mouth, anywhere. She wondered if he would even fit inside her, but she was determined to have him. She would give him anything wanted, even if he tore or split her, she didn't care. Feeling the throbbing hardness within her grasp, she slid her hand down his thickening shaft, pulling his foreskin back to reveal a massive, purple glans. A clear drop of presemenal fluid topped his organ, and she leaned down to take it in her mouth, savoring the sweet and salty, yet delicate flavor. She wanted to simply watch him, to see this magnificent organ, so alien to females. As she gently stroked him up and slowly down, she mapped his penis, she noted the size and location of every vein, every artery, every nuance of his manhood. Having never before seen an uncircumcised male, she pulled his foreskin up, covering the glans, noted how different a penis looked in its natural condition, and back down, pulling the glans into its flared shape. "You're beautiful," she said. His low moan was her only reply. Leaning over him, she pulled his foreskin up, and then in one fluid movement, took him deep into her mouth. Another low moan. She sucked him gently, savoring his taste, and feeling the fullness and hardness of this man in her mouth. He was so big she could only get her mouth around his glans, and she sucked and licked him gently. Still holding him in her grip, she pulled down, sliding the foreskin back while his glans was still in her mouth. Running her tongue around the flare of his glans, she began a bobbing motion on him, simulating intercourse, sucking his fluids from deep inside him tasting and teasing him at the same time. Her hand and mouth in motion, she realized after several minutes of this orchestration that she was stimulating him fully; sucking his glans while at the same time stroking his shaft, literally jacking him off into her mouth. His wetness now flowed continuously, and she savored and swallowed every drop. His hips began a rhythm all their own, in syncopation with her rhythm, and she knew he would reach a point where ejaculation was immanent; he would come, and there would be no turning back. He must have realized this too, because he didn't want to cum so soon. After all, they had all night and they intended to fulfill every desire and passion they could. He gently touched her face and said, "come here." She came to him, her face glistening with their combined juices, and he kissed her deeply and passionately, tasting their passion cocktail on her lips and chin. The kiss was an expression of mutual thanks; of giving and receiving, each thanking the other for sharing the moment, for sharing their bodies, their passion, and even though they had yet to admit it, their deepening love for each other. Now had come the time, now was when they would get the chance to at last consummate this affair. Completely, fully and without remorse. Lying on top of her, he entered her slowly, sliding all the way into her, in one long smooth penetration. He moaned, she gasped. There was no resistance, they were both wet enough, and ready enough for this act. Like connoisseurs relishing a new and unexplored wine, they savored each other. They stayed together like this for several minutes, not moving; him deep inside her, her feeling a fullness she had never felt before, both sharing so deep that it required analysis and study. He flexed his cock inside her, and she smiled as she realized what he had done. In reply she squeezed down on him, like good neighbors, returning the greeting. He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. "You feel so good,'" she cooed. "You're magnificent," he replied. Now he began to increase and quicken the rhythm, rocking in and out of her, taking different stroke lengths, first deep then shallow, and altering the pattern: first to the left, then to the right, now high up, now down. He could feel himself sliding under her cervix, and felt the end of her canal stretch each time he bottomed out in her. She began a long low moan that came from deep in her throat, as he was hitting all the right places, sometimes rubbing on her clit, other times slamming right into her g-spot. He was a master of control, and understanding the needs she had, he never let himself get too close to climax. "Ladies come first," she remembered him saying. "Oh, pound me now, please pound me." She opened her legs more to give him all access to her, she was his now, body and soul at this moment, and she needed him to give her all that he was. His strength, his sweat, his passion . . . all that must be translated into this single act of lust. It was the classic pairing of the yin and the yang. She would give him herself - tender, receptive, and he would give her himself - force and power. Her nails dug into the skin on his back, as if she needed to hold him there, keeping him inside her forever. He braced his knees and began quickening the rhythm and the stroke length. She had asked and he would not deny her this. The entire length of his thick and hardened penis went in and out of her with every stroke, plunging hard into her deeply, and pulling back just as quickly, creating a vacuum in her that was filled with the next thrust. She opened her eyes to watch him taking her like this, as she had always wanted him to, her body rocking with the incredible power of each of his lust-fueled thrusts. She could see the sweat beginning to glisten on his chest, his skin flushing with the exertion. Feeling her gaze, he looked down, deep into her hazel eyes, and a spark seemingly jumped between them. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, although they weren't sure what, they knew something had happened. Their souls joined in the same passion that their bodies were sharing. Harder and harder he stabbed into her, pounding, grunting, sweat from his chest dripping down onto her erect nipples. Her breasts were being rocked into a circular motion pattern as his thrusting continued, driving her deeper into ecstasy. "Don't stop, please don't stop," she recognized her voice, although she wasn't aware of having said anything. "Cum with me, now, cum on my cock," he pleaded. It may have been his words, so crude and vulgar and guttural and animalistic, or it may have just been the right time. But at that exact moment she felt the wave starting to build, higher and stronger, and she knew, this second climax would eclipse the first. He threw his head back, and with a low growling guttural roar thrust one last time deep into her as he exploded. His powerful hips locked in the forward position, as if he could go deeper, impossibly deeper into her being. She arched her back screaming, and with head back and erect nipples jutting skyward, her arms wrapped around his strong and straining back, she too exploded with all the pent up passions within her. She could feel his burning hot liquid fire invading in her in the deepest part of her, pulse after burning hot pulse, and it only added to the intensity of her orgasm. Wave after cascading wave of passion shook their bodies as they pressed their hips together, fused and joined, not wanting to lose contact, not wanting to leave that highest plateau of pleasure. Panting, hearts pounding, they fell in a heap, him still on top of her, she holding him close to her, pulling his weight on to her holding her fast to the bed, their nipples touching. Their sweat mingled and ran in rivulets down onto the bright white sheets. Their hearts pounded chest to chest, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they lay together. Still heavily breathing, he found her lips, and they breathed each other in, exchanging each other's air as they had exchanged each other's lust, sex to sex, heart to heart, lips to lips. Nothing needed to be said. It was their completion, a joining perfect and without equal. At last they looked into each other's eyes, and wordlessly confirmed that thing so taboo, so forbidden, not to be spoken. But it was there in the kiss, not to be denied. This kiss was of a different kind - of lust and passion, to be sure - but in this kiss there was something else, something more than afterglow. It was a kiss of souls joining. Tomorrow is promised to no one, say the philosophers, and well they knew this. But tonight, in this first of many more explorations to follow on this beautiful evening, in this intense and loving embrace of afterglow, they had all the world. They had each other. They had joined. The Joining: The Waiting The Waiting I had a few hours to kill. Smiling to myself, I mentally run over everything I need to do before I would know anything. My fate decided with the ring of the phone or the turn of the key. I could already feel the slight dampness between my thighs as my mind wandered over him. The man! He was amazing. I already knew what his typed words could do to me. We had spent months on line typing back and forth. Sporadic friendly notes turning into personal and loving letters. He reached me over hundreds of miles with his words. Touching my heart, touching my soul, and filling me with passion while yearning for the completion I had never quite grasped. I could hear his voice in my mind just like I had heard him over the phone millions of times. I knew this time would be different. Everything was done. I had put the note in an envelope with the extra room key and it was waiting downstairs at the desk for him, the choice was his. It had always been his, but I knew this choice was different. It required both of us to make decisions and trust the other completely. A step I had struggled with through the entire relationship. Sighing as my mind refocused back on the task at hand. A nice warm bath to help calm my nerves and then time to get dressed and do what I always have trouble doing, waiting! I had waited all my life to find a man that could love me and accept me and more importantly the man who held my heart in the palm of his hand. It had been a fantastic roller coaster ride. I knew this time would be different. I had finally found my Prince Charming in the sea of men. Smiling to myself, I slowly undid my blue jeans. I could feel the excitement and anticipation in every part of my body. My pussy was wet and aching. I sighed as I closed my eyes and saw his face, a smile touching his lips. I ran my hands over my hips imagining his there in place of mine. Shivering slightly as the stiff fabric of my jeans gathered around my ankles. Running my hands back up over the soft skin of my thighs lightly brushing across my pussy. The little trail of hair tickling the tips of my fingers as I moved over my stomach to remove my shirt. With my finger tips lightly grazing over my skin, I lift my arms in the air and watch as my tits lift up also. I let my fingers slowly tease my nipples. Circling around the hard nub but never giving in to the urgency to touch them. I move my long blonde hair over my shoulder while I reach behind my back and slowly undo my bra clasp. Letting the straps fall over my shoulder and drop into my hands. There I stand in front of the mirror completely naked. I watch as my hands glide over my body. I close my eyes again and let my hands cup my tits. My thumbs teasing my nipples in a slow circular motion. A sigh escapes my lips as I imagine for the 400th time that his hands are the ones on my tits rubbing them and teasing them. Drawing my nipples into tight little nubs pleasure. Would he like what he saw? I wasn't a young girl of 21 anymore. Marriage and kids had changed the shape of my body. My tits no longer perky and the faint hint of stretch marks on my stomach were just the tip of what I found wrong. Always staring me in the face was the scar that ran almost from hip bone to hip bone. My fingers traced over it. I smiled as I heard the faint whisper of his words in my ear......God baby you're beautiful! I looked over at the clock. I had a little over an hour and a half left. Just enough time to lay down and take some of the edge off. I had trouble fingering myself without hearing him or seeing him now, but I was sure the anticipation of meeting him would make up for it just this once. Taking a spot on the bed facing the mirror, I slowly let my fingers walk across my skin. My hands glide up and over my thighs coming within inches of my soaked pussy. My hands stretching to reach the hard pleasure spot that even now ached to be rubbed and touched. I couldn't give in, not yet. Looking up and watching myself in the mirror as my hands rubbed over and cupped my tits. Slowly squeezing and kneading them making the small circle around my nipples wrinkle in protest as I slowly teased around my nipples. Finally my thumb brushes across my sensitive nipples. Almost instantly they harden at my touch as a slight gasp escapes my mouth. I take hold of them and firmly pull on them, rolling them between my fingers, then letting go briefly to re-cup my tits. One in each hand, but each one different from the other. I lean down over my right tit as I lift it to my lips. First licking the hardening nipple, then lightly blowing a stream of cool air on it. I watch in fascination as once again, I feel pleasure shoot down into my pussy. Squeezing my legs together, begging myself to wait a little longer. Moving my hand to let go of my left tit, I move it to my right tit tilting up towards my mouth so that I can suck the tiny hard nub into my mouth. Gently nibbling on it, a soft moan escapes my lips. It feels so good. I close my eyes and now I can see his head bent over my body. His tongue circling my nipple and gently biting down on the soft flesh. Arching my back wanting him to suck more of the tender flesh into his mouth. To feel his lips surround my nipple and suckle upon my breast. A moan escapes my mouth as suddenly I feel a hand glide over my stomach to my wet pussy lips. The outer lips already soaked in my juices. I open my eyes to once again watch as my finger slides inside and finds the hard peak of my clit. Spreading my legs wider and holding my pussy lips open I slowly begin teasing myself. Circling around my clit, inching closer, but never touching, then slowly teasing my pussy lips. Playing with my juices and then teasing my hole as I slowly slip a finger just inside then remove it to run back up my lips to my hard little button. Flicking my finger over it, I gasp. There's no stopping it now. The need is to great. It could very well be a long night of a quite dinner and then off to bed alone. With that thought, I sigh to myself and scoot farther onto the bed, the idea of watching myself becoming less of a need as just finally reaching the sweet orgasm that has been lingering since I stepped off that plane. I put my fingers to my lips, and inhale my scent. Before I slowly slip a finger in my mouth, tasting my pussy juices at the same time my other hand finds my pussy laying open and wanting. I slip a finger inside and slowly start to fuck myself. A slow even rhythm...in and out, in and out. Then slipping in two fingers I fuck myself with short shallow thrusts. Teasing myself, wanting myself to beg for my own release. I let my other hand fall back down from my mouth as I start to manipulate my pussy with two hands. One hand circling my clit in fast small hard circles while the other continues to fuck me. I moan to myself and close my eyes as I imagine his cock is going in and out me. A slow torture at first. My head tosses back and forth on the bed moaning and begging myself to fuck faster. My hips raise off the bed to meet my own fingers. I can sense the orgasm building inside. My pussy is starting to clench and release my fingers every time I thrust. I start pumping my fingers in and out even harder. The circling and rubbing of my clit becoming a frantic one. Moving faster and harder over the hard nub, my fingers slip down to dip some pussy juice out of my soaking hole. It leaves a wet trail while reaching up and grabbing a hold of a tit. First gently squeezing and pulling the nipple, then I grab my tit with a sense of urgency squeezing the soft flesh almost harshly as finally with one more hard deep thrust of my fingers I send myself over the age moaning and calling his name then screaming oh yes oh fuck yes as I finally reach the peak of my orgasm. My fingers still as I ride the wave back down, then slowly they start to stir. Lightly petting my swollen pussy lips, as if to try and calm them back down. I lay there for just a minute. Catching my breath and letting my mind calm back down. It had been along time since I had gotten off without him. I almost felt guilty..... I didn't have time for these silly little doubts. I had made the decision, it was time to get ready. If everything went like it was supposed to do, and he followed his usual pattern, he'd be here early. That didn't leave much time for the bath I had planned, so a quick shower would have to do. Grabbing my bag with all of my necessities, I drug myself to the bathroom, set everything out and turned the hot water on. Letting the bathroom fill with steam, I reached over and pushed play on the CD player. We didn't have a song, but I had a CD full of songs that reminded me of him and of us. As the song slowly started playing, one foot slid into the shower followed by the rest of my sticky and cum soaked body. I always got lost in the shower. Maybe it was the warm water, the songs playing, or the fact it was just me alone with my thoughts, but suddenly I felt a cold draft on my back and the touch of a hand on my shoulder.......................