I was awakened from my restless sleep as you crawled up onto our bed. Before I became fully conscious, you had positioned yourself kneeling with your feet at my ears and your hands resting upon my thighs.
Through the dim light I saw your lovely white thighs and your panty-covered crotch. You were moving your ass about and pushing yourself toward my face. I could smell your aroma from there, so sweet, so desirous. I ran my hands up your thighs and buried myself in your wet and musky sex.
Simultaneously I became cognizant of the fact that you were still wearing your sexy little yellow skirt, the same one in which you departed this evening, and that the thick and sexual aroma from your crotch was more than just your tender, sweet smell that I have come to adore so deeply, it was a mixture.
It all hit me like a jolt, and I became instantly aroused and wide-awake. I would alternate between licking alongside your panties and thighs while snaking my tongue in for a 'peek', and breathing deeply at your large wet spot.
I began to wonder what time it was. How long had you been out? Who had you chosen, and what did you do? A stranger, an old flame, a friend? Would I have the occasion to be in his company any time soon? Him knowing he had you, and also aware of my ignorance and confusion?
How delightful you are, the way you tease me and are able to intensify my sexual pleasure through your magic spells of servitude and obedience. To be able to make me do the things I do for you, to you, and with you without any apparent weaponry or force. You control my will, and therefore my accord.
I use my hands to spread your cheeks so I can get closer to your body and your secretions. I want to take you, to have you, to be a part of you in any way I can. My tongue roams under your panties, above your sex to your anus. I run my tongue around where I can through the clothing constrictions and back down again. I try to squeeze my nose under the fabric, but it is too tight.
This action elicits a giggle from you and you reach for my balls and squeeze. My gasp of air and tightening fingers proves to you that you used the right amount of force to achieve your objectives. I slow down, refocus my efforts on your crotch and allow my hands to run over your body. I am careful to not touch beyond my limits.
I stroke your soft belly and rib cage, I yearn to extend a finger just a little to merely touch your certainly supple breast, but good sense cautions me against it. I return to your thighs, legs and feet. My mind now reeling at the thought of your breasts. Wondering again about their shape, their texture. I am able to remember a time, months ago, when I was blindfolded and you teased my tongue and lips with your nipples. I was laying there, as you quietly surprised me with your flesh. I licked and kissed as you slowly pulled away. I strained against my bonds as you evaded my tongue. And you giggled then, too. You brushed your nipples over my face and chin. I agonized over that thought for weeks, my dear.
As I breathe in your mixed scent I glance back mentally at the beginning of our evening. There we were, watching a movie and smoking a nicely rolled joint when the phone rang. As you spoke with him I could see the marijuana having its effect on you and your senses.
As your conversation got warmer your hands began to roam over your belly and thighs. You leaned back in the corner of our couch and touched yourself to his words. You asked me to turn down the TV volume so you could hear better. I heard your moans, your words of debasement, and guttural need flow into the handset. I watched as your hands reached under your extra long T-shirt.
You motioned for me to fetch your hot pink vibrator. I looked at you with envy. Your hand now firmly under your panties, your legs spread slightly. I admire your legs, ankles, and feet. I gaze at you, longing to be with you and to satisfy you the way he must.
When I return with your vibrator you immediately turn it on and begin running it over your underwear. Eventually, you and your friend manage to satisfy each other's phone needs. The receiver drops from your hand, as does your toy. You fall back along the edge of our couch with your eyes closed as you mutter for me to prepare a bath; you're going out tonight.
I recognize your tone and feel the familiar growling in my stomach as I open the faucets and feel for the proper temperature. I pour in some bubbles and a perfumed oil bead; no doubt you will want to smell exotic this evening.
