Waiting for you


About an hour later, and I still have her on my mind. My office fades away, and the floor of our bedroom slowly appears. There are three blankets laid out, along with her favorite pillow. I love to drip oil all over her. The thought of rubbing oil on her back and massaging every muscle in her body literally gives me chills. It’s been too long. Just recently I’ve started giving her hot oil massages and it’s been great for both of us. I heat the oil in a small warmer by the bed. It keeps it at just the right temperature. I pick up the small bowl and drip several drops into the small of her back. I slowly slide both hands up from the small of her back to the top of her shoulders. Because of the oil I could complete the stroke in literally one second. But I resist – and as slowly as possible press hard on every muscle and every tendon. If there is a particularly tight area – I go extra slow and deep. She’s very vocal – telling me where she wants the pressure. “More there, do that spot again” she would whisper. I lean down and say softly that I want her to melt in my hands. As I rub, she can feel that I’m hard. I’m wearing boxers, and she’s got some microfiber panties that hug her so perfectly. I hit all her spots, and as I get to one she especially likes, I push my already hardness up against her. She presses back, moaning softly as she feels my stiffness constrained by our underwear. “Take them off” she asks. I continue to slide my hands slowly up her right side, and lean down and whisper in her ear. “Are you ready”? I inquire – already sure of her answer. “Yes”, she says. I take my hands and slowly nudge her legs apart. Her skin looks so sexy in the light of the candles and what little we get from the moon. I can tell she wants me now as much as I want her. I forgo the usual slow touching and press two fingers against her wetness. It is such a huge turn on to reach down and feel that she is wet and you know (or hope) it’s from thinking about you. I slowly resist the pressure and slide my fingers all the way in, and instead gently press down right where I think her G spot is. I don’t know if I’ve ever found it, but I’m determined to try. I know how she normally likes it, so I move very slowly and keep constant pressure on the right spot.

She’s moans softly when I press down where she likes it, and I feel her pressing back into me as her soft moans transform into a “Oh Fuck Ya” and “Oh my God”. “Cum on my fingers” I beg, as I grab my cock with my left hand. “only if you’ll cum with me” she replies. I tease her about being able to do it with my left hand, and tell her I need something slick so my hand can do it’s job. I slowly rearrange myself so my cock is pressed up against her, my fingers still inside. I slide my cock down the ridge between my fingers inside her. It’s so very tight, and I definitely don’t want to hurt her – so despite my natural male instincts to fuck her hard and fast I decide to see if we can finish at the same time. I am now covered with her slippery cum, and continue to stroke myself to the same rhythm as I am rubbing her. I alternate between fast and slow, and curve the tips of my fingers in order to hit spots I know she likes. As she gets close she buries her head in her pillow. I know if we’re going to come together, I’d better hurry. I look down at her, and just the sight of her wet smoothness spread out before me brings me right to the edge. She reaches out and grips my pillow, as she muffles her sounds of pleasure with the folds of the pillow. The moans and screams are even more of a turn on muffled, and it quickly takes me over the edge. Just as she finishes what I think is her second or third, she tells me she wants to feel me cum on her back. As soon as the words exit her mouth, I cum and collapse atop her. I ask her if she Something tells me that she’s not done, so I ask her to turn over – since I still need to massage the other side. I know she doesn’t like her front massaged, but she knows what I’m offering. I drip a few drops strategically on her front side. I rubbed the warm oil into her breasts, and down her stomach. I can’t resist taking one all-too-short slide of my hand up her thigh. I kneel over her, my hands are on one side of her waist – my knees on the other. I don’t touch her at all, but I lean down and blow on her cute nipples. I am flicking my tongue across her left nipple doing little circles and becoming aroused by the fact that she is instantly hard on my lips. I am already hard again, but my concentration is on using my mouth on her. I position myself between her outstretched legs, and…..

I am snapped back to reality when my phone rings. It’s a client I need to talk with – and I hope they can help pass the time. Fifteen minutes later – I hang up and look at the clock. I’m expecting to see 5:00 – but am instantly saddened to see it’s only 4. I work on the computer, intent on keeping my focus on work and not on the next step of my massage. I hope I don’t have to stand up soon in anyone’s presence. As I type, I get an Instant Message from her telling me to check my email. It also said “BE ALONE”..
There are three attachments – and her instructions are to view them in order. The first is a picture of our bedroom, with candles spread around the room. It’s beautiful , and I definitely get the message. The next is a picture of new panties laying on the bed. Just the sight of that thin satin made me think of the inside of her panties and what it would touch. They are white and pink. I instantly start to think of what goes under them, and my mind instantly creates an image of kneeling behind her, my hands firmly gripping the sides of the panties, and pulling them from her smooth midsection and over her ass. My eyes would drop immediately to her beautiful ass and pussy peeking out from between her legs. I picture her slowly pulling those underwear onto her, and hoping she’s thinking of me as she does it. I can hardly contain myself as I double click the third attachment. As the image enters my screen I am hit with a wave of emotions. I’m obviously aroused, but more than that I’m touched that she would do something so out of her comfort zone. For a second I worry that she didn’t really want to do it – but then I saw the look in her eyes. She---liked ---it. It wasn’t anything dirty – on the contrary. She was naked, except for a pair of thin white microfiber panties, straddling a kitchen chair. Her boobs were obscured by the chair’s back. But you could barely make out her beautiful stomach and I also saw the smallest glimpse of her underwear. I was so turned on. Then I noticed the note card on the table – and in big black letters were the words – COME HOME – NOW!!!.. I leave everything and dart out the door. If anyone was looking, they would notice I was hard. I didn’t care.

As I drive, my mind wanders. I don’t remember any part of my trip, and probably wasn’t the best driver. I’m so excited to get home. I’m imagining her sitting on the chair in those pretty new panties – and a sexy little camisole. The material is soft and hugs her perfectly. I think back to some of the times we’ve made love, and I smile realizing that it’s so nice that we can be so open with each other and express what we like sexually. What I wanted then was only to be with her, naked – and touching her shoulders, her feet, her calves. Every inch of her was like a magnet to my senses. When I reach out and barely touch her with my hands, it feels like our skin is electrified – I get that tingly feeling in my stomach- a mixture of anticipation and pleasure. To me – she’s like Christmas morning. I want to unwrap her. I want to softly kiss every inch of her body. I wish she could, for just one second, see into my heart and head and experience herself through my eyes. She would see in that split second the vast difference between a guy just wanting to get a piece of ass – and what happens to me every time I am with her. That’s not possible, but tonight is. I drive home as fast as I can, using the carpool lane illegally. I can’t wait. She’s been on my mind all day, and the thought of taking her the minute I walk in has me absolutely nuts. I pull into my driveway, come in the front door, and see a beautiful sight that will stay with me all the days of my life….

Act 4 – Three days later, and an imaginary voyeur (a flash forward)…

It’s Monday night, and she is sitting on the couch daydreaming of our experience three days ago. We kept mentioning it to each other playfully, and obviously both loved it. I broke her vibrator when we moved, but she wasn’t one of those girls who used it often, so she didn’t seem to care. On Saturday we actually stopped into an adult store and bought her a new upscale one. It was actually very pretty, and I was excited to see it in action. When I went to work on Monday, though, she still hadn’t even looked at it – so I thought it might be a while. She called me about 10am and told me to check my wallet. There was a little hand-written note there that said she was sorry I couldn’t be there today when she tried out her new toy, but she promised to think of me. I was instantly jealous of a piece of silicone. She was sitting on the couch, and smiling about what we did on Friday. After the thoughts strayed in her mind, she realized that she wanted to feel that again, even if it wasn’t the real thing. The thought of our perfect night kept slipping into her mind. As she became lost in thought about Friday night, she doesn’t realize it but she starts to gently trace the outline of her panties with the tip of her finger.

It was about five minutes later when this wasn’t just gently tickling anymore, and she couldn’t say that it was involuntary. She stops for a moment – because her mind tells her she shouldn’t. But then she realizes – why not – who’s business is it but hers. No one is home. But she wished I was. Not to participate this time, but to let me watch her get off. She knew how happy it would make me to watch her do it. It was just last week when I told her I wanted to watch her cum, and I wanted to cum too. She pretends I’m secretly watching her from around the corner. Her fingers rubbed a bit harder now with this revelation. The cotton was now in the way, and she was surprised that her panties were wet. It wasn’t something she thought about normally – but today she liked the fact that she felt a bit nasty. She starts caressing her tits, and tugs on her nipples. They are instantly hard. She takes three of her fingers inside her mouth, and wets them so they can slide over her now pert nipples. She thinks about what I would be doing, and I’d be doing everything I could to join in. She smiles thinking of me like a kid trying to get into the cookie jar. She imagines I peek out further from the wall, and I’m masturbating my hard cock with both hands. She wonders what part of her I’m thinking about. Her finger glides back over her glistening skin, and slides it’s way gently to it’s target.

Her warm wetness coats her fingers and they easily slip and slide all over herself. Her middle finger slides rhythmically up and down, pressure building and lifting at all the right spots. Her breathing gets deeper and faster. She feels totally uninhibited, and that feeling brings her right back to Friday, and the way she totally gave herself up to me. She remembers the sensations, old and new. Her hand moves slower – but the pressure becomes more intense. She gives me (well, the image of me) a look, telling me with her eyes to come over. She imagines that her hand is now mine. She pulls off her shirt and takes off her bra. Both hands cup her breasts. Her nipples are so hard. She feels sexy and naughty and tingly and alive all at the same time.

As she continues the afternoon voyeurism session, she drifts back and remembers when her eyes were covered with a silk scarf . The material was cool and the excess draped over her naked shoulders and down her back. She remembers being slowly led her into the spare room by the hand. She had no idea what I had planned or what I had set up. She had to trust me 100% - and even though she knew I’d never hurt her or let anything happen – it’s still hard to let go. The candlelight danced off of the objects in the room and made everything surreal. But it was still so dim that she couldn’t even see me as I stood directly in front of her. I slowly leaned in and gently kissed the lobe of her left ear, careful not to touch her anywhere else. I wanted her not to feel 100% in control and a bit vulnerable. I silently walked around her, and touched her arm, then her hip and finally I leaned in and cupped her breasts in my hands. She fell back into me, and we stayed there for a few minutes, just kissing and touching each other. The candles flooded the room with the scent of lavender and sage. She remembers my hands gently brushing her nipples and breasts as I stood behind her. I whispered to her and asked if she liked my touch. She leaned back again slightly pressing naked self into my hands and trusting that I would not let her fall. I heard a soft moan as I gently pinched her nipples. I was teasing her – and she liked it. I stand her back up – and quietly walk around her so I’m facing her. I lean in and place the soft pink nipple of her left breast between my lips. My lips were wet – and I darted my tongue out and flicked it back and forth quickly across the areas that I knew were sensitive. I backed away an inch – and lightly blew on the area I had just licked and sucked. The cold made her stand at attention even more. It was really hot. I repeated the process on her other side. I slowly walked around her, leaning in to brush her inner thigh gently with my hand, or kiss the small of her back. She was standing there, her senses reduced by not being able to see. She whispers to me that she wants me. I tell her it’s mutual.

Her mind brings back to the flash forward, and she slides her hand slides back down between her legs after removing all her clothes. Being naked in the living room during the day is something she wasn’t used to – but she definitely liked it today. She imagines me – standing there watching her. She reminds me that I can’t touch her, but I could do whatever I wanted to myself. She knew what I would do, and she imagined me standing at the edge of the room, trying to get my clothes off quickly. She loves it when I am REALLY turned on by her, and she knows I am, which I’m sure I would have been.
She decides to boldly turn on the couch to give me a better view. She was surprised how easy it was to actually believe I might really be there – maybe because she knew that I’ve imagined it many times over the years. After turning on the couch, she boldly throws one leg over the back of the couch, and places the other foot on the floor. She is very vulnerable as she spreads her legs – but she feels safe knowing how much I love it. She places the middle finger of her right hand directly between her legs. She knew exactly what to do, and her fingers slid effortlessly across her warm, slippery, wet skin. She slips her middle finger inside herself effortlessly, and another soon followed. She closes her eyes and listens to the sounds she makes and it turns her on more.

She was so into the fantasy that she actually spoke to me in a voice that was much louder than she intended to use and demanded that I “stroke your fucking cock!” It instantly brought her a feeling of being in charge and of having the power. It was the reverse of the other night, and she didn’t know which she preferred, only that she liked both.. Her fingers darted in and out of her self at a frantic pace. This was not the way she would normally make herself cum – and she was surprised that she felt like she actually could. She continued with the dominant role and commanded I kneel down at her feet. She pictured me kneeling before her, pumping my cock with my right hand, my left reaching out to touch her thigh. She slaps my hand away. “You can’t touch me.” She demanded. “No Touching!” She wanted me to make myself cum and watch her as she finger fucked her way to what was looking like a really strong orgasm. She pulled her hand out and offered it to my mouth. She imagined I sucked them all, and she returned them to finish the job.

As she lets her mind wander, and her fingers explore, her mind shifts from one hot fantasy to the real experience we had when we first fell in love…..


Act 5 – The perfect dream that was Reno…

She thinks back to our trip to Reno. It was the place where we first realized we were in love and that somehow – this thing that had started out as a drunken kiss amongst two friends turned into a hot, burning love affair. Then from 20 something love affair to the life-long best friend, great lover, till death do us part marriage that should make any couple jealous. This thing that no one gave a week turned out to be the real thing. It was literally a one in a million shot. We had to sneak around, both because we worked together as managers in the same department, and because we were married. Just not to each other. We stole kisses when we could, and spent every single available moment in the 24 hour day together. I would go home and lie in bed every night, just wishing for a few minutes alone with her. It was like a dream come true when our VP told us to plan a trip to Reno for the management and supervisory staff. We would have three days to spend together – and three nights too. We would go tanning together before the trip because we could be alone together without the prying eyes of 100 employees who would have loved to break a scandal. It became our lunchtime habit. She knew how bad I wanted her to let me into her room so I could just have two minutes to hold her and feel her skin. Sometimes she would let me have a peek of panties or pick out the sticker she would stick on before tanning right as she closed the door.