To Touch You


 

I am waiting for you. Hiding so as not to be seen. Sitting among your clothes and stacks of pornos you stash in your closet. I can't wait to see you. We have only chatted and exchanged e-mails, but I had to have you for real. I did some searching and found your address and drove for hours to get here. Now I sit quietly waiting.

 

You have shared with me your deepest fantasy; to have the lover you have only known through words, come to you as a dream in the night. To awaken to the soft touch of my hand on your skin and know me completely in the hours before the sun rises. That desire has haunted me for weeks, tortured me with how I could fulfill it for you. Tonight, finally, I am able to touch you in ways I have only dreamed of.

 

Your clothes are brushing against me as I wait. I run my hand over your shirts, like I hope to over your chest. I finger your pants thinking about how you would fill them out. Thinking about how they would look on you if you were hard.

 

Your room smells like you; a mixture of sleep, sweat, and your cologne. I drink in the scent of you. I wonder what your cum will taste like. I hope you will let me taste it. I will drink every drop of it, as if it were the finest wine.

 

It is late; I am wondering where you are. I long to see you for the first time. I think about all the chats we have had. How hot your words are on the screen. I know you will be even hotter when finally I can touch your soft skin. Make love to your body and not my hand and my keyboard. I am getting so hot sitting here, I indulge myself in a little fingering...just to satisfy me a bit until you can do it for me. Oh, I long for your touch. For your kisses and your tongue, for you to touch me in my deepest parts.

 

I hear the key in the door. A thrill runs through my inner core. I am instantly wet as I realize you are here. My heart is pounding so loud, I fear you will hear it. I listen as you turn on a CD. Rummaging through your refrigerator. You swear softly. I guess you don't see anything you like in there. I long to satisfy all your desires, quench your hunger in a different way, but I will wait.

 

I hear you pop a top...probably a beer. The CD goes off, the TV comes on. I see the blue glow through the partially opened closet door. I hear you flipping through the channels. You finally settle on a channel. I listen, trying to make out what it is. Yes, I hear soft moans and bad dialogue. You must have a skin flick on. Baby, I know I can do so much better than that. I consider going out to you now. That would ruin the sunrise though. I will be patient. I will wait.

 

The TV goes off. I hear the CD softly playing again. I hear a click then a buzz. Ah, yes, your computer. I listen as you click away at the keys. If you are looking for me, I am not there tonight baby, I am right here. Again, I fight the urge to go to you. I have a fantasy to fulfill though; I must wait until it is the perfect time.

 

I slide my hands up and down my thighs as I wait. I am throbbing, aching to be touched. I am scared and excited at the same time. I am here. You are soo close. I will get to touch you tonight, fulfill all those desires we have shared with one another. If only I can hold off a little longer. I long to see you but I dare not move. I wait.

 

I hear the computer go off. The CD follows, then the light. I hear you in the bathroom, relieving your bladder. I picture you holding your cock, I long to be that hand. To cradle you in my hand, to stroke your skin, feel your hardness in my palm.

 

You flip on the light in the bedroom. I draw a quick silent breath as I see you for the first time... God, you are so sexy! My eyes try to take in every inch of your being at once. You are so perfect! I watch you take off your shirt and toss it. Then you turn towards me. I am mesmerized as you unbutton and unzip your fly. It seems to be slow motion as you show me your hips while your boxers slide down a bit. I see a few tufts of hair peeking out the top of your shorts as you remove your pants. God, you are partially erect! I see the outline of your shape as you pull your boxers back up.

 

You stretch, and turn around. I see your back flexing as you do. I am so hot now I can barely be quiet. The fear of being discovered and anticipation have put a knot in my stomach. A thrill runs through my body. I feel like a kid playing hide and seek I can barely sit still.

 

I watch you as you climb into your bed and pull the covers just up to your waist. You sigh as you turn out the light. I listen to you breathe as my eyes adjust to the dimness. Thankfully there is a streetlight just outside your window. The shadows play softly across your relaxing body.

 

You slide your hand into your boxers and adjust yourself. You give your semi-erect cock a few strokes bringing it to life again. I hear you sigh again as you stop. I watch as the tent made by your arousal slowly sinks down. Your breathing becomes steady. I begin to hear slow steady snores.

 

I know my time has come. I stand slowly from my hiding spot. I say a quick prayer that you will not be too freaked out. I pray that you will enjoy this. I slip quietly out of the closet and kneel next to your bed. You are so beautiful sleeping; I almost don't want to wake you... 

but I MUST! 

I reach out to you...  

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