We met as always at a quiet bar. It was a perfect moment as we sat and chatted about the other things in our lives. But all the while as chatted we would stop in a comfortable silence knowing we were both thinking of being alone and sharing something beyond the imagination of most people that were near us.
As we finish our drinks, we quietly depart, being careful to not draw attention to ourselves. We are almost casual as we move off in a different direction but with the exact same destination in mind. On reconnecting, we walk and continue to talk along the bank and take in the beauty of the nature that surrounds us. There is no rush and time is of no concern to either of us even though we know we both cannot be absent too long. Eventually we leave the path and make our way through trees and shrubs until we find that perfect isolated spot.
There is no rush, we lie and chat and slowly begin to touch each other softly as we begin to escape our reality and withdraw to a relaxed state of just being with one another. She pulls from the bag a chilled wine and we continue to chat and explore, when suddenly as she leans towards me I pull her close to my lips almost kissing her, but hold her tight by her hair that breath apart. As a pull her hair I lightly touch her lips with mine. I taste her tongue and I slowly press onto her face. My hand tightens on her hair as I now pull her to me pressing my body against hers, I feel a sigh, or was it a moan? as she reacts to my force and to my kiss that follows.
Her eyes open and I see a smile. With a relaxed breathe in, her tongue lightly presses her lips to taste my kiss. She wants more, she wants all of me and she wants it now. But I will not rush, no matter how much I desire her in this moment. I take a sip of my wine and grab her by the back of her head and pull her slowly towards my mouth. As our lips touch, I feed her the contents of my mouth and she drinks the wine I share with her. I allow her to react and she says, ‘I have never experienced that before. My God that was amazing. I never thought I would enjoy that’. How many other things can I do to her that she will enjoy that she has never experienced before?
I have no idea how long we have lied here, but she asks me, ‘May I remove my dress?’ She undresses and lies back beside me as I remove my shirt. I run my hand over her legs and feel up inside her thighs lightly, but I avoid the wetness I know has already begun. I look at the bruises on the inside of her thighs from our previous date. ‘Hmmm’, She says, ‘As much as I love the reminder of our moment, we have to be very careful as it will be hard to explain’.
She is married, as am I, and she lives in a sexless relationship with a man that will not touch her the way she desires or needs. I live in a relationship with a woman that fines my eroticism a turn off that she labels as deviant behaviour. I have never believed in Monogamy, but for her the lies she tells to be with me are a little more difficult as they do eat at her conscience. Previously, she had told me that she had never orgasmed via penetration and required a vibrator to achieve it. She had received pleasure from our previous intimate moments, but I had failed to give her that orgasm I truly wanted her to enjoy. Taking her to that state of Catharsis was magical, but I felt, not disappointed, but certainly a little lacking by her not cumming in that moment. ‘Don’t worry about it’, she says, ‘you take me to a place no one else has and I really enjoy it’.
We had talked about it and it was difficult to know whether it was what I was doing, since I am still learning her body, or what she had told me that her mind would ambush her with distraction and prevent her from achieving orgasm. Our previous outing had been amazing and we shared something very special even though we did not have intercourse. The exploration of her body and pushing her limits were enough for me and I knew every time we met we were becoming more trusting and more relaxed with each other.
My hand slid over her hips and transcended upon her stomach. My mouth lightly kisses her thigh above the knee and then I give a light bite. She inhales sharply in reaction to my change of pressure and it is driven by her anticipation of more sharper pain that I know she wants of me that she reacts so. I move up to her wanting mouth and kiss her lightly, then biting her lower lip, my hand presses down harder into her stomach to let her know I desire her as I press hard to her hip and press my palm down over her pubic bone. My other hand pulls her to my body as I feel her full breasts squeeze against my bare chest; I kiss her with my tongue meeting hers and softly enter her mouth. Again she begins that breath and moan as my left hand that is firm against her pubes lightly glides over her clit. I can feel her hips pushing up against my palm as her cunt wants to meet my fingers but I push against her and rush to move my right hand to her hair as I pull sharply back telling her who is in control. But she knows, she has the control of me. She knows she can speak one word and this will stop in that instant. But she dare not say that word, because she wants this more than anything else. Everything negative or distracting her from pleasure is gone in this very moment as I kiss her and press her to me.
She feels like a Stradivarius that must be played perfectly to gain the respect that such an incredible instrument deserves. This is neither the place nor time to play a false note no matter how minor the imperfection. She deserves perfection of a touch that knows exactly how to bring her to that climatic note. My fingers run over her clit and part her lips, first lightly and then with force as she reacts to the pressure I know she is ready to be played. I can feel how wet, no, soaked she desires more. I am not going to give her exactly what she wants, what she expects or what she had experienced at our last meet. I begin to pull her hair tighter, she bites my lip in frustration.., her breathing sharpens and becomes hastened to my touch… I press my fingers hard the length of her cunt and then pull back to focus on rubbing her clit. I feel it swelling to my fingers and their motion… she gasps as I thrust my fingers then deep into her cunt pressing my hand hard against her clit as I do. Her head turn sharply as she moans harder and I feel her teeth on my ear.
‘Okay’, she gasps, ‘I think that is enough for now’. I respond firmly, ‘No, I will decide’. I pull her hair even more and kiss her wanting mouth. Her hips react to my fingers moving in and out of her cunt as she is wetter than I have ever experienced her to be. The ecstasy she was fighting to escape she is now rushing towards. As my fingers return to focus on her clit, I am rubbing harder and faster and she squirms and begins to cry louder. No one can here her naked in the bush as she suddenly lurches first to the side and then arching her back as I know she has reached the orgasm she rightly deserves. I slow and lighten my touch and I can smell her and feel the heat rising from her body. As I do I see a slow smile come over her face as she begins to glow as she slowly catches her breath.
