SHE TOOK SOME TIME TO THINK OF HIM

She was in the bus going home, even though she often questioned herself: “Where was home?” She was going to the place that she had been calling “home” for four years now. Not her favourite place, but a very cosy and comfy flat, reflecting her style and her peace of mind. She thought of him... She was more mature now; she was listening to her heart, to her peaceful thoughts, to her breath in this blurry and confused time in her life. She took some time to think of him. How could she miss someone she didn’t even know face to face? The night before, her heart got uptight for few seconds and she remembered that she also took some time to think of him. Her heart was talking to her and butterflies would gently make her stomach bubble. They hadn’t talked all week. Pure respect to his silence... Maybe she was supposed to be impervious towards his absence, but her eyes dropped when this thought consumed her mind. She cared about it!

At night, the light of her seat was on. She was reading a book. The silhouette of her nose, her lips, and her shoulder was projected on the window. Her countenance was showing that her thoughts were distant. The book could not hold her attention... What would he be feeling about her? Fear, distance, frustration, care, connection or trust? He had been present in her mind, feeding up her imagination, and she never felt the weight of his body, the smell of his skin, the wet of his mouth. Ideas, simply ideas, got them involved... Distance got them into this gap situation. Her hands dropped the book on her lap. She wanted to be touched by his hands so badly. She closed the book, closed her eyes, and the vision of his big hands covering her breasts made her imagination travel. A touch that was smooth, slow and soft. A delicate touch, yet she could feel the heat of his hands. They were naked by a huge bed with silk beddings. A warm and refreshing breeze came from an open window. The moon spotlighted them delving into each other. No rush, the night was on their side. They were both sitting on their knees exploring every centimetre of each other. She smelt his neck, touching his shaved hair, gently passing her nails through his back. He felt her hair, smelled it, and kissed her neck. They were falling for each other; they were losing control of any possible rational thought. Instincts, feelings, ecstasy, lust, and reality were on the edge here. Burning, bursting their body cells. She rose a bit from their kneeling position so he could grab her ass and play with her nipples, she went crazy. She knew how his back was sensitive. She scratched it gently, but with passion, and care. She was blowing on his neck, he was sucking her nipples, she was purring in his ear. A burst of pleasure and lust took control of them.

They kissed passionately, hands went up and down. She made him get in a more relaxed position, to lay his back on the silk sheets. Very calmly her mouth and tongue started to taste his skin; she grabbed the muscles of his arms tightly. He was watching her play… She was kissing his belly, and was moving towards her favourite part of his body. Her butt was pointing to the ceiling, he was ecstatic, almost holding his breath as he watched her. She looked into his eyes, he knew what she had in mind, she took the hair away from her face, this way he could see every single movement of hers. She smiled naughtily, wet her lips, held his pulsing, firm dick and started licking it. Her tongue tasted it all through, up and down, slowly, feeling every vein. She sucked the top, she drew it with her saliva... her mouth was begging to have his sex all inside. She sucked it with pleasure, up and down, eyes closed, wetting his desire, tasting his fluids, cooling his dick down - if it was at all possible. She heard him whispering some words, she felt him caressing her hair, and she tasted him, and cherished the wonderful taste of him... They spent some time lost in that delicious blank moment of thoughts and in that come-and-go game until he almost arrived at the climax... he stopped! He grabbed her firmly by the arms, she was on her knees again, and he kissed her with desire, like his tongue was thanking hers for all the work done. They looked into each other’s eyes, deep inside; they were talking through the eyes. They smiled! He lay down on the slippery fabric and pulled her hips towards his mouth. She knelt comfortably, put her arms up, holding her hair. He analysed all the curves and entries of her sex, slapped her butt gently and naughtily, grabbed her ass and started teasing her clitoris. She was in heaven! She started sucking her fingers and moving her hips back and forth, to help him with this cunnilingus game. His tongue felt her curves, he tasted her wetness, she purred with pleasure! She stopped moving, he kept exciting her with his finger. He wanted to touch her inside, feel her warmth, and he did so. She touched her breasts. He played with his finger inside her, but his tongue wanted to taste her even more. He sucked her surprisingly. His hands involved her breasts again and his fingers started teasing her nipples. She was completely taken, he was completely involved. Her hips moving, his tongue playing, the taste of sweet and sour pleasure, she was sucking one of his fingers; he was playing with one of her breasts. The time was forgotten in this orgasmic atmosphere... She arrived at the “top”, her body was trembling of pleasure, her pupils were different as if she had taken a drug, the taste in her mouth was of sex, of desire, her mouth was slightly open, her eyes closed, a strong burst of pleasure came up from her clitoris and took control of her mind. Her body got relaxed. She lay down, he kissed her deeply, satisfied, glad of watching her have pleasure. She kissed him back and she wanted more… She was starving, she wanted him inside her, she wanted to feel the weight of his body, and the fulfilment of his dick in her. He understood her message, she was wild, and he was smiling! He started stroking his dick to get an erection, and after all that had happened, an erection was the least difficult thing to achieve. He was on fire and she got all horny again. They needed to match their bodies in one piece only... He lay down on the silky bed and she started to suck his dick again, she knelt, positioned herself with her legs next to his hips, he could see her back and he slapped her butt one more time, possessively. She positioned his dick with her hand, and slowly started covering it with the wetness of her vagina. Very slowly, he felt its head warm, they were both eliciting sounds of pleasure, she wanted to fill him all inside and suddenly she did it. Blank moment of pleasure again, he grabbed her butt tightly, she smiled, and started moving up and down, in and out, they were in bliss...

...the noise of something dropping on the floor startled her. She shivered. Her heart was beating fast, she noticed that she was on the bus, travelling. A passenger sitting on her right hand side gave her the book that had fallen on the floor from her lap. She was confused. She thanked him, but had her mouth dry. Was she dreaming? Gosh, it was so real; the 5 senses were all there... She had her knickers all wet, she could feel it. She decided to go to the toilet. It wasn’t occupied... she put her book on her seat and walked to the toilet. She was confused but still very horny. One second ago she tasted the pleasures of sex and now she was on the bus going home? Confused, frustrated, and horny, that’s how she felt. She entered the toilet, locked the door, looked at herself in the mirror, and her clitoris was pulsing. She pulled her skirt up, took her wet knickers off, sat down comfortably, and started touching her sex. Her nipples were rigid. She could see herself masturbating in the mirror; she was already half of the way to the climax. Her imagination had done a great job so far. She stimulated her clitoris up and down, and sometimes wet her middle finger sticking it inside her pussy. She was in bliss. She started speeding up the up-and-down movement; she couldn’t stop her mouth from whispering very low. The movements were frenetic, her legs were trembling slightly, and she was about to cum... After few seconds of the day dreaming, she woke up from her imaginary dream, put her wet knickers back on, washed her hands, her face, and left the toilet. She sat on her seat, grabbed her book, and started reading it, to draw her thoughts away from her imagination. It was hard for her to believe that those two bodies weren’t really touching, teasing, and pleasuring each other. She started wondering. Her book was definitely not good enough to catch her attention at that moment. She closed her book again and sat with her body very relaxed and with the movement of the bus, her aroused imagination started to subside... Her eyes were getting heavy and she gave a final sigh before drifting away into her dreams.

Caxias do Sul, 22nd of March, 2005.

Esse conto é um pouco antigo, mas queria tê-lo registrado aqui no meu blog... Contos eróticos. Inspirado em contos de Anaïs Nin.