There was an amber glow on the ceiling from the logs that
were burning brightly in the fireplace. It warmed me with
its radiating heat as I sat on the floor before it. I slowly
sipped the wine which he so readily poured. It was sweet
with a robust aroma that was clouding my head and thoughts.
I watched him as he turned to place another log on the fire.
Who was he? I only met him this morning. We talked briefly
at our chance meeting while browsing the shelves at a local
bookstore. He was strong and muscular. Tall, about 6 feet,
with sandy brown hair. I suppose I was attracted to him, for when he
asked me to his place for a glass of wine, I readily accepted.
As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my thoughts
drifted to this afternoon, of the private moments I enjoyed
as I prepared for this evening. I recalled having completed
my shower and feeling warm all over as I passed the soft towel
over my naked body. Standing naked before my mirror, I admired
the shapely form of my body. My rounded well proportioned
breasts were firm with large cherry-red nipples. Looking
down, I could just see the glistening folds of my vaginal
lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my pubic mound.
I remember trying to decide what to wear. I selected a sexy,
loose fitting button down blouse and matching shorts,
which I laid out in preparation for this evening. I chose
a dainty bra and panty set. Both were made of red silk with
a touch of black lace. Dressing, the bra fit snugly, firming
my round breasts, the panties were briefs, ending just above the line
of my pubic mound. As the cool silk of the undergarments
touched my warm skin, I felt a tingling sensation which
sent a shiver through out my body. I sat at the edge of my bed,
wearing only the bra and panties. I remember the internal
stirring I felt in anticipation of what this evening would
bring. The desire within my groin began to spread upward
towards my abdomen, and slowly consumed my mind and body.
Looking at the clock, I knew I had time to lie back and give
in to my yearnings.
I remember, lying on my bed, the coolness of the silk bra
stimulating my breasts. I remember thinking of the pleasures
I have come to enjoy in private moments of solitude. I remember
slowly sliding my fingers under my bra and caressing my
breast, slowly kneading the nipple, gently rubbing it
between my fingers. I remember closing my eyes and letting
my mind ease into the pleasure my caresses were creating.
I remember becoming aroused, as my other hand slipped under
my bra, and I caressed both my breasts. I thought of the pleasures
I experienced as I massaged my hardened nipples between my fingers.
A crackle of a burning log returned me to the present. The
thoughts of this afternoon, along with the effects of the
wine began to have an effect on me. I could feel myself becoming
aroused. As I looked into the fire, I felt the familiar yearning
deep in my groin. My breasts began to ache, as my nipples
engorged and hardened. I tightly crossed my thighs and
began a gentle rhythmic tensing of my pelvis. I could feel
the moistness forming within the lips of my vagina. I looked
up at him, he seemed preoccupied with the fire, unaware
of the sexual desires slowly building within me.
Again my thoughts left the present and passed back to this
afternoon. I remembered, as I lay on the bed, reaching down
over my pelvis, running my fingers over my panties. I remembered
the moistness of the thin piece of silken underwear, as
I let my fingers slip under the panties. I thought of my moist
vaginal lips, how the wetness felt. I remembered how I slowly
began to gently tease my soaking vagina, the intense feelings
as I ran my fingers between the soft labial folds, carefully
sliding along side my swollen clitoris. I remember gently
stroking my clitoris, slowly forming circles around it.
I could almost feel the quivers my throbbing clitoris passed
upward into my abdomen during that afternoon’s pleasures
when I brought myself to a very fulfilling orgasm.
I took another sip of wine, and my mind returned to the present.
He looked back at me as he stood before the fire, stoking
the logs. A soft smile appeared upon his lips before he turned
back to the fire. I watched him as he knelt before the fireplace
and played with the burning embers. The glow of the fire,
and the rush of the wine was slowly making my head spin. I
could feel the heat spreading through out my body. In an
effort to cool off, I unconsciously opened the top buttons
of my blouse. I felt the coolness of my silk bra upon my breasts.
Through clouded eyes I looked for him. He rose, and walked
from the room, stating the need to get another bottle of
wine. I heard his footsteps, descending the stairs to the
wine cellar. There I sat, the warmth of the fire, the coolness
of my silk undergarments upon my skin, alone.
I closed my eyes, and laid my head back upon the soft cushions
of the couch behind me. My head was spinning, both from the
wine and the thoughts of the pleasures I gave myself earlier.
I could still feel the tingling glow from the orgasm I had
this afternoon. Opening my eyes, I starred at the burning
logs. The warmth of the fire spread up over my chest and radiated
up to my neck. The heat was stirring a desire within me. In
a daze, I opened the remaining buttons of my blouse. The
coolness, as the open blouse bared my chest, stirred me
to greater desire. My hand moved again to my chest. I undid
the front clasp of the bra, and let the cups fall away from
my breasts. My fingers reached for my nipple. I began to
massage the swollen tip with my thumb and index finger,
and gave in to the pleasure of the moment. My thoughts were
no longer of the pleasures of this afternoon, but rather
of the intensity that was now building deep within my groin.
I could feel my nipple hardening as I continued to massage
the tip.
Slowly, my other hand moved towards my breasts. Its fingers
reached for the nipple, and I began to gently massage the
hardened nipple between my thumb and index finger. Both
nipples were now engorged and throbbed with pleasure as
my fingers massaged the tips. I moaned softly as the waves
of pleasure my fingers created upon my breasts spread to
my pelvis. I was in a world of my own, concentrating only
on the throbbing within my groin & abdomen as I continued
the intense stimulation of my nipples. I crossed my legs
and by tensing my thigh muscles applied a gentle pressure
upon my groin. I began to rock my pelvis, increasing the
intensity of the pressure upon my vaginal lips and clitoris.
I could feels the wetness forming between the lips of my
vagina. The stimulation from the rocking, as I continued
to massage both my breasts aroused me to further desire.
All thoughts of where I was passed from my mind, as I wanted
only to satisfy the craving for sexual fulfillment my body
needed. I let one hand drop from my breast. It slowly passed
down my abdomen towards my pelvis. Softly, I caressed the
area of my navel. Making small circles around it before
I gave into desire and slipped it under the elastic waistband
of my shorts. I felt the top edge of my panties, and gently
twirled the fine hairs of my pubic mound which extended
above the lace of my panties. I reached further to feel the
soft folds of labia against the silk fabric of my panties.
The fine lace of my panties were soaked with the moisture
my vagina was producing. From the outside of my panties,
I gently teased my soaking vaginal lips. They were wet and
sensitive as I ran my fingers over the silken material.
My body yearned to be caressed. Through the wetness of my
panties, I continued the gentle massaging of my labial
lips. I yearned to slide my fingers into the depths of my
vagina, but was prevented from doing so by the fine silk
of my panties.
I was oblivious to my surroundings. The only sounds I heard
were my own breathing and the crackling of the fire. I was
giving into to my pleasure now. I began to softly moan as
the intensity of sensations spread from my vagina upward
into my abdomen. Consumed by the pleasure, I pushed aside
the crotch of my panties and slid my fingers over the folds
of my labia. My labial lips were very wet as I massaged the
recesses of my vagina. With my fingers I formed rhythmic
circles around my clitoris. I pressed upon my throbbing
clitoris, pushing and pulling it along my labial lips.
The intensity of the sensations created by the rolling
pressure as I slid my fingers along my clitoris caused a
tingling which spread throughout my body.
My other hand continued to caress my breast and nipple,
gently massaging and kneading the tip passionately. I
began a gently rhythmic rocking of my hips against the fingers
which teased my clitoris and vagina. I slid my fingers along
the labia of my vagina, extending & forcing them deeply
into the folds of my vagina, and slowly withdrawing them
back towards the recesses of my clitoris. I closed my eyes
and concentrated on the waves of pleasure that was passing
from my pelvis towards my abdomen. I began gasping for each
breath. My soft moans were now loud cries of pleasure.
Opening my eyes, and through the haze of my passion I saw
him. He was standing in front of the fire, looking down at
me. He smiled as he saw my eyes look upon him. My orgasm was
fast approaching now. He continued to watch me. I was beyond
control, and I could not stop. The burning desire between
my thighs was all my mind could think about. As he watched,
I continued to massage my clitoris and vagina, as my other
hand gently stroked and manipulated my swollen nipples.
But how can I do this? Here I was, bring myself to the heights
of sexual ecstasy before him. I have never masturbated
in front of anyone before. Yet his standing over me seemed
to heighten the waves of pleasure that were building within
me. My eyes became glassy, as I fought to hold back the tears.
Tears, I knew I could not contain. I wanted to stop, to not
let him see me as I so intimately caressed myself. But I could
not stop, the warm tears rolling down my checks only heightened
my sexual urges.
The fire within my body could not be contained. The aching
in my groin screamed for more. With my index finger I probed
deeper into my vagina, while my other fingers maintained
their pressure upon my clitoris and labial lips. With my
other hand, I continued to gently squeeze and knead my nipple.
Through my eyes, I pleading with him to come to me, to hold
me and caress me, help satisfy the burning in my groin and
abdomen.
He smiled, and slowly moved towards me. I knew that if he
only touched me I would explode in orgasm. I was moaning
loudly now, giving in totally to the waves of orgasm that
were about to overtake my body. He knelt over me, his arms
out stretched. With all my being I wanted him now, at this
moment, just at the onset of my climax. I wanted his hands
to take the place of my own and bring me to climax. I wanted
to feel his fingers massage my labia, to probe the depths
of my vagina. I wanted his lips upon my breasts. His tongue
to lick my nipples.
As he approached me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of
his taking me totally. I eagerly awaited the explosion
of climax. Just as my body was reaching its height of orgasm,
he reached for me and pulled my hands from my pants and away
from my breasts. He held my arms out, away from my body so
I could not touch myself. I was suddenly deprived of all
stimulation. The heightened explosion of climax was interrupted,
halted. I screamed out. My body trembled. It felt as though
all that there was to life came to a halt. Every nerve, every
muscle ached. I crossed my legs tightly, desperately trying
to apply pressure upon my throbbing clitoris. I could feel
myself shaking, trembling, as he held my arms away from
my body. The burning that only a short time before was the
heights of ecstasy, was now throbs of pain. My breasts and
vagina ached with desire as I have never felt such unfillable
yearnings. I shook violently as my body yearned for climax.
A climax now removed. I cried out pleading with him to release
me, to allow me to continue the stimulation my body so desperately
needed. I begged him to allow me to continue to stimulate
myself. He only smiled, and continued to keep me from caressing
myself. After what seemed like forever, he released my arms.
I laid there, gasping, my arms at my sides, looking at the
ceiling, feeling the warm glow of the fire. My breathing
was slowly returning to normal. I looked at him. Nothing
needed to be said. He knew what he did, and the sexual pleasure
it caused him was evident upon his face. He sat before me,
and for the first time since he returned to the room, I noticed
he was only wearing a bathrobe. Looking down, I saw his manhood,
firm and erect. Knowingly, he nodded and I slowly reached
out to him. I took his large, erect penis in my hands, and
slowly stroked it. I ran my fingers along the length of it,
pausing momentarily at the tip before passing back down
the shaft. I looked up at him, a tear passing from the corner
of my eye, as I recalled the passion and embarrassment of
the past moments, when I had brought myself to near orgasm
before him. He smiled again, and I slow brought my head towards
his groin. All thoughts of my own orgasm had passed as I took
his penis into my mouth. I now realized that in his depriving
me of climax, he created in me an even greater desire to give
him fulfillment. And as I slid my mouth down the length of
his penis and slowly passed my tongue over the tip and down
the shaft, I knew that whatever else this night brings,
he will reach ecstasy.
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