As she laid in her luxurious bath of ylang ylang and jasmine oil that morning, she wondered what the day ahead may bring. Taking sponge in hand a gently stroking up her inner thigh she imagined it being the palm of a lover, graciously, slowly moving from her calves upwards to ward her inner knee and beyond to the plump softness of the thigh and round to her outer hip. Melting at the mere thought she sinks lower into the warm bubbles and enjoys being engulfed by the warmness of the water lapping over her tummy and breast as if it were the hot weight of a lover climbing atop her.
With soapy hands she massaged her breasts and down to her groin, fingers moving so lightly as if just the whisper of a touch or that of a butterfly landing on a nipple and then as sudddenly as it landed, fluttering off again to land somewhere else. Her hips started to move and sway gently to a pulsing rythmn deep inside of her pelvis, wanting to raise up to meet the firmness that she imagines against her body. Muscles against her pale silken skin.... the draft from the window drifting over her exposed nipples encouraging a pertness that she wished would have a finger passed lightly over and around.
She knew she was ripe for being taken, a fruit on a tree just waiting for harvest, her flower had blossomed. The bubbles caressed her body as she rose and dipped in the water, her hand massaging and delicately teasing the sweetness of her, the liquor upon her finger dispersing into the bath water but unmistakeable as she rubbed forefinger and thumb to feel the creamy texture, so different to that of the scented bath water. Her folds soft, plumping out with the lust building within her, swelling and yearning for fulfillment, wanting to submit totally to a strength and to be taken so completely.
Thinking to herself that time was passing too fast and with chores still to do, she distracted herself from the recesses of lust in her mind and continued to bathe herself, washing her long auburn hair, preening those beautiful places, smooth and peach-like until she was happy that she was at her best and ready for the day ahead.
Rising out of the water, the droplets of water ran down her curvacious body like pearls to her feet, reaching for her towel she again felt the coolness brush over her body and as she dried herself found she was becoming hot and flustered, the texture of the towel over her breasts, round her hips and between her legs although a necessity were cruel teases.
She was catching up with a friend that day, something she looked forward to very much. Always wanting to look her best, she pampered herself with her favourite perfume, dried her hair and then relaxed with a coffee until it was time to go out... She was growing impatient, the hands on the clock seemed to have slowed down as if she were stuck in time and it allowed her imagination to start drifting again.
Finally she gets the text to say her friend has arrived. Suddenly all those urgent feelings returned, her stomach fluttered, heart pumped faster and breaths deepened... She was excited....
Stepping outside wearing jeans and a chiffon blouse she took a deep breath to steady herself, for every movement she made she could feel the crotch of her underwear rubbing against her excited clitoris, making her moisten with every step, the lace against her breasts erotically comforting. As she greeted her friend and stepped into the car she felt her heart positively leaping out of her chest and into her throat, her voice trembled as she spoke to him, watching his eyes and smile, she saw that he too was hiding some urgency. They drove for a while, going for a drink and to catch up on recent events, as they talked on their brief drive, her heart steadied itself and the confidence that she was going to enjoy the afternoon and him took over. She was going to have him, she knew she was, every fibre of her being told her so. He knew it too, but most importantly he knew that she was going to let him have her, all of her... every last sweet glistening drop of her nectar.
They finally pulled up at the public house. Although the journey had lasted only a few miles it had felt like a marathon. They parked up and went in, concentrating on nothing other than getting a coffee as she walked across the bar lounge for fear that if she let her concentration slide for just an instant that her trembling legs may give way beneath her and she would give herself away completely, she was determined to maintain her self-control.
They ordered coffee and found a comfortable place to sit, the young man that had served them at the bar brought the tray of coffee over to the table where they sat, he smiled as he left them, she sensed him blushing, almost as if he could see the invisible electric passing between them or worse still that he could smell her lust. They sat and talked, subjects varied but all the while there was the underlying sexual tension building.
He excused himself to go the gents, as he stood she could see that he had been excited and probably still was, there was a tell tale darkening of the material at the groin of his jeans, she knew he had been sitting next to her with pre-cum oozing and this made her feel both more excited but also very pleased with herself, the buzz of knowing that you had that kind of effect on someone, that they wanted you, their body wanted you...
They ordered another drink, she decided on a glass of wine, hoping that it would help steady her nerves a little, she was not nervous of him, the nerves were about herself, her desire to please and not to disappoint, after all, when there is such a build up to a moment like that you just don't want to feel like you have'nt satiated a partner's desires... To turn him on was what she wanted, by doing so it gave her such a thrill, that was the biggest kick for her, that, and knowing that he had to wait a little longer.
When he returned, she in turn excused herself to visit the ladies. She blushed as she rose from the table, semi-conscious that her excitement was showing through her jeans also. Splashing herself with water at the basin in the ladies, she caught her own breath back. She was so moist that she felt the need to freshen up a little, which she did, washed her hands, touched up her lipstick, found her composure and returned to the lounge bar. She could not meet his eyes without feeling them burning into her, reading her need as easily as most would pick up a newspaper on a saturday morning. As he caught her eye she felt the sharp pulse within her start again, and to think, she had to get through a meal feeling like this.
She sat back next to him, slightly side on but still so she could face him, she felt him against her hip and drew a breath fighting back the sensations and the wish to just drag him into the ladies there and then to have her wicked way with him. He was younger than her by a few years and she knew that he would keep up, he had stamina that she would revel in and was impatient to test.
His hand brushed against hers as they sat, she moved closer and leant into him, now holding hands as they spoke she felt his fingers running across her palm and the sensation was increasing her desire. Talking about normal things was becoming very difficult as her brain was well and truly elsewhere, it was in mist of lust and planning and needing to hold him, taste him...
As she snuggled up a little closer to him on the seat, she could smell him, manly, musky and so very tempting, she looked at his neck, and she could feel his muscular back and shoulders against her back, she was certain that he could feel her tremble with every touch. As she moved her hand to gesticulate in conversation her arm brushed against the crotch of his jeans, and she felt his excitement and obvious need. He was clearly erect, and she knew it was for her, she sensed his eyes taking the odd peek down the front of her blouse as she moved, where he was glimpsing at her black lace teddy and the heaving breasts it was trying to tame beneath the lace.
He whispered in her ear that he liked her choice of underwear and that she had made him feel excited, almost like he wondered if she had noticed the bulge against her arm... Of course she had, and she was taking advantage of the fact, pretending she hadn't noticed but making a point of 'accidentally' brushing against him more often...
When the food arrived, carried by a very flustered young man, more from having watched the couple from a distance than being rushed off his feet serving food, it was both a relief and an unwanted distraction from the flirting and teasing they had been partaking in. Eagerly they both ate lunch, not due to hunger for food, but for the hunger to enjoy eachother, to leave this place and go somewhere, anywhere where they could share the desire for one another.
Lunch finished, she hoped he would'nt suggest an after meal coffee, she wanted to be gone from here, the electricity between them must have been so easily visible for all to see. She was flushed, palpitating and fighting for her composure again, he had such a strong effect on her, she was a confident and independent woman, she could and will maintain her control.
The moment came to leave, as they crossed the bar to the door she could see he was very clearly turned on, she smiled to herself and thought "I am going to enjoy this, very slowly but surely I will have him". Once in the car, he turned to kiss her, she dissolved in that kiss, passionate and deep it penetrated her very being, to the core of her desires... "Where to now?" he asked her, "Just drive that way" she pointed out to the road, her hand now resting in his lap upon his bulging jeans, teasing the head of his cock through the material and feeling the dampness that had worked its way through his underwear into the denim. She was looking for somewhere they could pull up, anywhere private enough, she wanted so urgently to taste him, any layby would do... His hand was in between her thighs rubbing against her pussy through her jeans, it was more than she could bear for much longer...
