Short story for the Girls

[shadowfacts]

(This one goes out with a special kiss for my favourite Kiwi)

We are in the kitchen, the morning sun streams through the window. Your thin summer dress is translucent and I’m enjoying the view of your body beneath the fabric as you move. I love the way that the material sways with a playful caress around your beautiful thighs whilst jealously hugging your waist and breasts in a tight embrace. Your every unconscious movement seems calculated to arouse me. The flicking back of your hair to expose your beautiful neck, the smoothing of your hands over the tantalizing curve of your ass; all torment my senses, making me want nothing more than to rip away your clothes and explore your naked body with my hands and my lips.
‘Your husband doesn’t appreciate what he’s got, I reckon.’
‘What would you know about it?’ you turn and step boldly towards me. ‘My husband is a very busy man.’
I look you in the eye as the distance closes between us. ‘A woman like you should be made love to every day.’
You are so close now that I can feel the heat of your body. You say nothing, but the look in your eyes suggests inner turmoil, and some curiosity. ‘You are so beautiful and sexy.’ I whisper, brushing a lock of hair from your cheek.

I smile as you turn abruptly, striding across the kitchen to stand with your back to me, facing the large window onto the garden.
‘I think you should leave!’ you say, but you‘re not looking me in the eye.
‘Now?’ I ask, taking three steps towards you. You don’t reply, but stare fixedly into the garden.
I step closer, so that I am standing at your shoulder ‘Now?’ I ask again.
I place my hand on the bare skin between your shoulder blades. You sigh softly and close your eyes. My hand runs slowly down the small of your back, over the thin cotton of your dress, to the smooth curve of your ass. You open your eyes, you still stare away from me, but the slightest shift of your body eases you back against the gentle pressure of my hand. I watch the even rise and fall of your breasts as you breathe deeply. I kiss your neck where the sunlight turns your skin to gold. With my lips I feel the feverish heat of your body.

My hand steals lower, under the hem of your short dress, to gently caress the soft skin of your inner thigh. You move your legs apart almost imperceptibly, but it is enough to grant my fingertips room to touch the warm silk of your little Thong. You sigh, and your head falls back upon my shoulder, as my fingers stroke the cleft between your legs, rubbing you through the material. Gently, I push aside the delicate fabric to penetrate your body. Your flesh is hot and slick, your arousal no secret. I kiss your neck and bare shoulder as my hand caresses you to the first trembling peak of excitement.

You turn to me; your expression is a mixture of defiance and wantonness. You quickly pull off my jacket and blouse, running your cool hands over my bare skin. I reach behind and unfasten my bra. Your fingers tentatively caress the soft skin of my breasts, raising goose bumps but creating a more profound warmth between my legs. You clasp my neck and kiss me deeply. Your body is tight against mine. You take my right hand and place it between your thighs. Breathless, as I rub between your legs, you whisper, ‘I want you to leave… but before that, I want you to make love to me.’

I tear your dress from your shoulders and expose your beautiful breasts; my hands grasp your smooth soft skin and caress your nipples, which grow firm beneath my fingertips. I kiss you where the roseate flush of sensual pleasure colours your skin. Laughing, you take my hand and lead me through to the lounge.

You lie down on the luxurious softness of the sofa. The remnant of your dress is gathered around your waist. I tug away the white silk of your Thong and drink in the site of your body. You are truly beautiful; the petite mounds of your breasts are so exquisite, the moist flesh of your pussy so inviting. I cannot resist bending to place my head between your beautiful legs. I kiss the gossamer skin of your thighs and brush the soft hairs of your sex with my questing lips. I tease your warm skin with the tip of my tongue.

Suddenly, your back arches and you gasp with delight as my hungry mouth closes upon the folded pink lips of your sex. I am intoxicated by the scent and the taste of you, maddened by desire for you. My tongue, like a flame, flickers inside you and traces wild patterns upon your most sensitive flesh. Gently, I penetrate your slick opening with two fingers. You cry out as my tongue paints entwining circles upon your clitoris and my fingertips flex inside you. Your whole body quakes as your climax breaks upon you like a summer storm. You cry out and your muscles clasp my fingers as you come.

I stand over you and remove the rest of my clothes before straddling your waist. Your hand is between my legs and you can feel how wet you have made me. I groan with contentment and my legs tremble as your fingers caress me. I cup my breasts, rubbing my tender nipples between my fingertips. Your fingers gently vibrate on the bud of my sex. My orgasm is almost soundless and incandescent in its intensity. I gasp for breath with my head thrown back, my body convulsing, I reach behind to bring you to one last, simultaneous, climax. We fall together into a tight embrace, our hearts pounding as, slowly, all movement subsides.

Close to my ear, you breathe ‘I think my husband appreciates what he’s got.’

‘So do I.’ I whisper.

[SarahGirl]

Not as much as I appreciate your story

[cl]

mmmmmmm awesome story!!!!!!!!

[Angel Kandi]

Fantastic... I must try not to read this sort of thing at work!!.. wet now..

[SarahGirl]

[shadowfacts]

[BeachBall]

Beautifully written. Thank you so much.

[Fun & Sweet]

i remember reading this a few months ago. fabulous writing.

[kathywets]

Mmmm, wonderful story. So sensual, delicious.

I agree with Angel - I try not to read this kind of stuff at work - I do wear protection so the wetness (I get very, very wet) is not a problem, but I get all "blushy" and feel incredibly turned on. Which is not quite how I want to feel when I enter a meeting

Hugs,
Kathy

[michelleforfun]

you can come to my office to read...

[yin_and_yang1212]

writing stories is indeed a huge turn on

[SarahGirl]

I just read this again, as it had popped to the top - still a great wet read!

[shadowfacts]

Hi Sarah

Thanks for that! I have just re-read your story "Did your hand...?" You have a wonderful talent for creating a vivid description that makes me feel like I'm right there in the story. It certainly made me feel warm inside

I'd love to write a more intimate story with you some time. Please pm me if you are in the mood for getting creative

[kathywets]

Michelle -

thank you - mmm, yes, wouldn´t that be something...

Hugs,
Kathy

[mogadishu]

You're a good writer, Shadow.