Late Arrival


I arrived home later than I usually do.  I had warned you in a call left
on the answering machine.

"Don’t stay, up.  This meeting will go on forever," was all the machine
stated.

When I arrived home the rooms were dark, but somehow perfumed.  I
trudged to the shower and dropped my clothes in the hamper, and entered
the shower room.  In a lingering spray of hot water, I get some of the
relaxation I need but not enough.

Wearily, my body steaming, I enter the bedroom fully intending to grab
some underclothes and pajamas, dress for bed and go to sleep, but when I
open the door, I stop short.  There on the bed, lit by a soft red light
and two candles flickering on the small table, your naked form, eyes
closed and softly sleeping, a slight rising in your chest then lowering
your lovely breasts, the shadows panting along your sides and stomach.
Clutched in your hand, four red silk scarves.

I stand by the bed and admire your body.  "You did plan to stay up," I
think.  I lean down and softly touch your sleeping lips with mine and
your eyes flicker open, a second only takes you to wake and drowsily you
spread yourself out your arms flopping toward the bed posts your ankles
spreading toward the bed stead.  Your eyes slightly widen as you wake
more and stretch your body harder out.  You toss the scarves to my face
and I catch them in my grip.

Without knots, without pressure, I lightly wrap a scarf around your
wrist and you let out a warm breath.  I hang the loose scarf around the
bed posts and your back twitches up.  I lightly circle your other wrists
as your mouth opens in a deep sigh and I lightly drape the end at the
other post and you strain to measure the slack.  I move to the foot of
the bed and run a third scarf around your left ankle, your body
tightening in a deep spread eagle toward the left bed stead and I let
the scarf fall off the left corner of the bed and finally lay a scarf
over the right ankle and as I drop the end at the right corner, your
back arches and your body seem to strain in like a woman on a rack.

I kneel over your body, my knees on the sides of your torso at your
breasts.  I reach up and close your eyes with my finger tips and caress
your hair, touching the short layered, locks with the palms of my hands
and hold your head, massaging the temples and with a gentle pressure.  I
run my hands down your cheeks and hold your head there.  Your lips seem
to smile.

I rub my fingers around your neck and across your chest.  I move down
your body touching you everywhere.  Your stomach, the ticklish places
along your side, the rise of your hips, the curve just under your
thighs, the rise of your breasts, the soft places too, the thin skin of
your nipples, the warm breathing places around your mouth, the curling
lips around your pussy.  My fingers linger touching the backs of your
ears, the thighs,  muscles on the back of your calves, the small of your
back where touching you makes you arch.

The scarves forgotten, you relax turning, laying on your stomach.  I
rest on you and massage your back and shoulders, your temples, the back
of your head, pressing down on the small of your back, kneading your
buttocks, and up and down the backs of your legs, all the time savoring
the feel of your skin, the heat within your body,  the life beating
through the blood vessels inside of you.

Suddenly, I feel you change.  You twist over and grab my shoulders push
me onto my stomach.  Laying there on my stomach, I feel your breasts
running up and down my back, around my shoulder blades, to the back of
my neck, down my spine, the small of my back over my backside and across
my legs.  Then I feel you lay on me, your tongue begins licking, across,
across, across, my shoulders, then down, just a bit then across, across
and across then down again down all passing my back as I feel relaxation
I never knew.  Yoiu lick my entire back in soft slow strokes, working
your way down.  You reach my back side and cover it with your tongue
then between my legs as you gently turn me over and work up me.  You
tongue around my balls, under and around the base of my cock and then in
a single lick, you move up the length of my shaft you stop and climb up
my body and rest on me, like a bed.

As you lay on me, I feel my hard cock pressing against your vagina and
you slowly rock your hips so my hard penis presses in and out between
your warm pressing legs.  You reach behind and touch my cock head as it
presses out behind you.  You rub me hard making my hips jerk away as I’m
too sensitive that way and in a movement I’m in you.

Not completely but just the head of my cock, at the opening of your
pussy lips.  You hold yourself up at arms length, and look in my eyes
and slowly press your hips down on me and I slowly find myself sliding
inside you.

Oh, that feeling.  The first warm, wet entering, the circling, the
feeling of filling you as if for the first, as it is always is the first
time.  And the resting there.  The long hard presence of my hard part
held inside your body.  That day was a  moment in my life that can never
be taken away even though it was for only a few seconds, it lasted a
life time.

You start gyrating your hips and working me in and out of you, your face
in a grimace of pleasure, as you make my cock fuck you deep and hard and
long.  I wrap my arms around you and get on top and for a moment just
press my hips to yours, my body on yours, my eyes open, my mouth tasting
yours, my cock embedded inside till I start to move again.

The moves are at first tentative and careful to know your reaction to
the feeling this time.  You reply by closing your eyes and opening your
mouth slightly and giving me a moan.  Your head begins shaking back and
forth in  time to my long, slow working hips, bringing my hardness in
and out of you.  You feel me bear down, your breath coming louder as I
fill you and then deny as I draw out, only to please again by pressing
down hard.

Your hands grab my hips and with some desperation force my in and out of
you faster as your voice begins to sing in your throat, a  song of
lustful advance.  You moan harder and deeper as I lose all control and
fuck you with abandon, feeling the hard flesh rubbing against your
hugging cunt, waves of measure working through your body, rocking your
hips side to side, causing a thunderous tsunami to run up your spine and
down your back.

As you feel the desire, my cock gives up it’s sperm, watering your
insides with sprays of whitish hot cum, chopping down in you, my hips an
ax, my body rigid against you.  I squeeze you to me, my prick like wood
deep in you, drenching your insides with bubbly, climax.

I collapse on you  and  you hug me close.  Our nude bodies filling the
void of the air with parting love, complete togetherness, lost moments,
forever remembered.