I can’t believe how wet she is, my finger has only just brushed against her but I can feel her lips part slightly as I run my fingers along the length of her. Another slow soft gentle stroke and I can feel her open just a little more.
I’m kissing her softly on the lips, our eyes closed. I’m holding her hands above her head, gently but firmly. She has let me move her hands there, she could pull away if she wanted to, but she seems to be happy to let me hold them there.
Stroking her again, slowly, this time letting my finger slide a little further between her lips, the tip of my finger pushing them open a little then as I draw it along to the top of her labia. I hold my finger there, lightly pressing against her clit, teasing it, feeling the slightest of pulses as blood rushes towards her erogenous zones.
I’ve no idea why I’m holding her hands there, it just feels like the right thing to do, subconsciously, I’m putting a toe in the water of my fantasies and seeing how far she will let me push my luck, I want to know if she wants to play these kind of games.
I can feel her clit stiffen slightly, my finger drawing circles around it, then the occasional line as I drop my finger an inch and slide it a little deeper inside her, stroking her from her opening to her clit, excerting just the slightest pressure, causing her to softly moan, then pulling my finger away and back to drawing circles.
I know I’m teasing her, I’m enjoying the effect I have, knowing that I can please her so easily.
Her breathing has quickened now, I don’t know if she is aware of it, but she has pushed her hips off the wall to meet my hand, moving them subtley back and forth as I stroke and tease her.
I stop kissing her, pulling my head away to look into her eyes, her face is lightly flushed, her chest rising with her breathing.
She’s looking at me, her eyes are bright and shining, I’m wondering whats going on in her head and what to do next.
I stop stroking her. I want to test her, holding my hand in position, my finger resting on her clit.
She sucks in a breathe of air as her eyes hold mine, her hips moving less subtley now, slowly pushing my finger a little deeper inside her then pulling away only to do it again, rhythmically in time with her breathing.
I hold her gaze as I let go of her hands, moving my hand slowly down her arm.
She looks surprised, but her hips keep their rhythm, her arms dropping a few inches as she relaxes them, but I don’t want that, I move her hands back into the position above her head, and hold them there firmly.
She obviously understands my message as when I remove my hand again, she leaves hers above her head, her elbows and the back of her hands pushing against the wall to support her.
I step back a few inches, running my left hand down her arms to her neck, finding the zip of her dress and tugging it down to her waist, lifting it off her shoulders, but it won’t go anywhere with her hands above her head.
She seems to know my intentions and lowers her arms so her dress falls to the floor, stepping out of it as I lift it from below her feet and drop it behind me as she unclips her bra and drops it on top of her dress. Holding my gaze as she raises her arms back to where they were.
All this time my right hand has held its position, I’d heard that a professional massuese keeps one hand on your body at all times, I liked the idea of that, I like maintaining that connection as everything else changed around us.
We kiss again, more passionately now, the hunger increasing as I stroke her my fingers probing deeper and pushing just an inch inside and she pushes her hips towards me. I’m kissing and sucking her breasts, squuezing and kissing each in turn, devouring them.
I drop to my knees to taste her, holding her lips gently apart with my hand, licking her pussy from top to bottom, the focusing on her clit, teasing it with my tongue, hearing her moan and then sliding a finger inside her and bending it back to find her G-spot.
I touch and tease her until she drops her hands from their position above her head, pulling my face into her vulva and pushing it against her, I’m eating her hungarily, using my tongue and gums on her clit as I pushed my finger inside her.
“Fuck me” she whispers “I want to feel you inside me”
We made love there and then in the halflight of the hall, the street light coming in the window. I have no idea if anyone could see us from the cul-de-sac, We didn’t really care, thrusting together until we climaxed, then holding each other up as the pleasure hormones bounced around our heads.
Now kissing and giggling, my arms around her waist as she pushes against me. We stayed like that for moments that seemed to last forever, time seemed to have stopped and this could have been minutes or hours its impossible to tell.
She’s beautiful, I think as pause to I drink her in for a moment, her tummy is pretty flat considering she has had three kids, I know she is very body conscious, cuddling together on friday she had highlighted her stretch marks, I can see them now, slight ripples of whiteness against her fading tan.
But I don’t care, her scars make her who she is, they define her.
She is a beautiful woman, not perfect, but neither am I, I like her for who she is now.
This is Part 11 of my fictional Online Dating story – For Part 1, click below.