MIDNIGHT STRANGER
The balmy summer night breeze stirs the bedroom curtains through the open window. As I lie asleep, the warm air caresses my naked skin with the touch of the gentlest lover, my dreams drifting to sensual thoughts of pleasure, passion, lust and desire. I become increasingly aroused by my dreams, the sensations of touch upon my naked skin made almost real by the intensity of my imagination
With a start, I wake to realise that the sensations are real … that there is someone in the room with me, hands gently caressing my soft skin, lips teasing my nipples into an erect hardness, tongue tracing the curves of my breasts.
A chill of fear runs down my spine as I tense, afraid yet excited and not knowing what to do. I can see but a shadow in the dark, smell only the musk scent of a man, a smell that for some reason I seem to recognise – frightening, but also stirring the darkest of fantasies. Somehow I sense no malice from this unknown yet somehow familiar person, only a deep passion and a desire to give pleasure … the beginnings of which are already forming deep within me.
I lie still, unsure what to do, as a hand starts to move down my naked body. The lightest of touches leaving a trail of tingling sensations as it slowly moves across my belly, along my thigh and down my leg. Despite my fears, I can’t help but be aroused by the erotic images that are forming in my mind as I wonder where it will go next.
The hand starts to slowly return up the inside of my leg, the intent unspoken but obvious in it’s direction. It reaches the softest of skin inside my thigh and pauses. I realise that this is the moment of decision … to stop this now … or to abandon myself to this man and his carnal desire for me.
Despite my fears, I feel myself becoming lost in the passion and lust of the moment and can no more stop him than call for help. My mind races, and in an unspoken gesture of surrender … I part my legs, knowing now that there is no turning back ..
His hand moves again and the anticipation of it’s touch builds within me. A finger brushes my lips, releasing the first beads of my juice from within. I feel them run down, tickling slightly as my lips are parted and fingers touch the sensitive skin within. Little electric sensations shoot through me as I feel the first caress of my clitoris. The touch so familiar in its lightness. So soft and gentle. I can’t help but let out a low moan as he touches it again, stroking so, so gently, teasing and coaxing me to full arousal by the slightest of touches
I feel his body move, hands on my knees as he gently parts my legs further before moving down between them. I am now really wet and he leans forward to slowly run his tongue around my lips and up to my clitoris, tasting my juices. I can smell myself on him, increasing my lust to even greater levels. I place my hand on his head, pulling him into me, urging him to bring me to climax.
Every lick of his tongue sends electric shocks running through me, each lasting longer than the last until they merge into waves of almost continuous pleasure. As he sucks and licks my clit simultaneously I feel my body start to sink into the depths of ecstasy and I feel the crest of my orgasm break. I arch my back as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes through me, deep inside, my whole body shuddering from the intensity of my climax.
As the pleasure pain subsides, I feel him draw back and can sense him watching me, a shadow poised between my legs, his breath heavy with arousal. With a husky whisper I hear myself say ‘Make love to me … please’
He moves forward over me and I feel the brush of the hairs on his arms against my sides, the smell of myself on him stronger now. He positions himself in front of my soaking wet pussy … and with one long stroke he fills me. I wrap my arms and legs around him and feel the muscles in his back ripple beneath the skin. I pull myself up and kiss him passionately, finding the kiss returned with equal passion. He begins moving, alternate slow and quick strokes, continually varying the rhythm and stroke to heighten my pleasure and add variety. The feel of my breasts and hard nipples against his naked chest so exquisitely arousing.
His stroke starts to falter and I know that he is so close. I reach down and grab the firmness of his bum in my hands, pulling him deeper into me as, with a low grunt, he cums. I feel the warmth of him jet deep within me, filling me with his seed deep inside, and I realise that this is the first sound that I have heard him utter
After he is spent, we both remain stationary for a long moment, neither of us wanting to break the spell from our intimate union. Then with a sigh he slowly withdraws, as if with regret … and is gone
On the breeze I hear the faint words … ‘Until next time’ I open my eyes and look down at my naked body, the pirspiration gleaming in the moonlit room……..
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February 5, 2010
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