*Originally published elsewhere, two lifetimes ago.
From under my hooded eyelids I can see you. Out of the corner of my eye, standing there, as if you didn’t have a care in the world.
But you do. I know you do.
You may be dressed for work, but your head is in the clouds. Your face looks professional and interested in what the client is saying to you, but it masks the reality of what’s really going on.
You want to be somewhere else. You want to be with someone else.
You want to be with me.
You want me to trace my fingers gently over your shoulders, up into your hair and down the side of your face. To pull your face slowly toward mine. To kiss you, feather-like, tiny butterfly kisses, all over your face and neck until I reach your lips with mine. To kiss you full on your mouth, passionately, slowly, deep and intense, drawing you down within me, into my soul.
You want me to hold you in my arms as we kiss for what seems like forever. To slowly pull you down next to me, to lay down on the grass. We’re in a park, and while the birdsong is only punctuated by the distant sounds of traffic, there’s no other sound. Other than the sound of my breath near your ear, and our two hearts beating faster and faster.
You want me to slide my hands up under your shirt, and slowly ease it off you. To again have my fingers trace over the tattoo on your shoulder, as we continue kissing passionately. To run my fingernails down your back, and slowly up the side of your torso, watching you squirm and giggle as I reach the sensitive areas under your arms. You want to pull me closer, and unbutton my blouse, revealing to the various flora and fauna around us the beauty and splendor of my breasts, which you want to nibble and suck, kiss and nip, nuzzling and loving and gently biting on my nipples. And you do. Oh god…
You want me to slide my hands down your chest, softly grazing your nipples with my nails. To hear you gasp as I do, and then sigh as I bend my head to your chest and begin to bite you on your nipples, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy and moan gently. For me to continue my progress with my mouth, and simultaneously move my hands down further, and undo your belt, and then your fly, with care and patience and agonizing lack of speed.
You want me to fondle you gently, then harder and harder. To caress your balls in one hand, while making an “O” with the thumb and middle finger of the other and slide it over the top of your upstanding cock, and start an up-down motion. To moan regretfully as my mouth leaves your rock-hard nipples only to sigh in ecstasy as it travels south, kissing your chest and torso wherever it can, until it reaches the apex, and begins to lap hungrily at you. And then you know what will happen next.
I start licking my way up your shaft, slowly but surely, biting down hard every so often, to hear you gasp with delicious pleasure. Until I reach the head, and encircle it with my tongue, although I make you wait before I take it all in my mouth. And then, when you think you’ll explode if I don’t, I finally cover the head with my whole mouth, teasing the rim with my teeth and my tongue, sucking hard for a moment before taking all of you into my mouth and deep, deep into my throat.
Your hands are roaming my body, until they finally settle just above where I want them, need them, desire them to be. You prove that I’m not the only tease present, as you tickle and stroke around the entrance to my inner core, the pink folds that I yearn for you to part and enter. You finally do part them, and reach inside me, gently finding my hard, pink rosebud of a clit, which responds to your touch willingly and eagerly. You stroke in a rhythm of your own devising that is so compatible with mine, and I respond with my whole being, feeling the waves of arousal wash over me. I feel your mouth join in and involuntarily gasp as the warmth of your lips touches my cooler flesh, and then you find my ultimate spot and I almost forget what I’m doing to you… Have mercy!
Your fingers have been relentless while your mouth continues to kiss my body wherever you’ve found an available piece of skin. I begin to quiver, and shake as a orgasm rips through me like a thunderbolt, at the same time feeling my mouth fill with your cum which I eagerly swallow. I feel another orgasm, and then another as you unselfishly continue to pleasure me, until you finally stop, and we both lie back, spent, ecstatic and exhilarated. Wordlessly, we maneuver ourselves into a position where we are holding each other close, silent and happy, exhausted but fulfilled. Lovers, in every sense of the word.
At least that’s what you want to happen.
But for now, you must meet with a client. So off you go.
Don’t let it distract you. Too much.