2006-06-23
You know how it is. You make a resolution not to encourage any sexual behaviour but still find yourself lusting after them and occasionally thinking about them in a way that you know you shouldn’t.And then you find yourself away on a business and it just happens to be a day on which their partner is also away on business, out of the country, and they’ve indicated that they wouldn’t mind if you phoned them late at night if you got the chance, because, well, we don’t get many opportunities to chat like we used to these days and they miss that feeling of calm you give them, and you think well maybe that wouldn’t do any harm and yes it would be nice because you’d be on your own and maybe a bit lonely and it certainly used to be nice when we had those late night chats, just the two of us, lying in bed hundreds of miles apart, just putting the world to rights and being ourselves. And really that wouldn’t be much more than just being friends would it? You could say it’s not at all the same as actually lying in bed together somewhere, and you’re certain that if you put your mind to it you could just restrict it to that kind of friendly conversation and not at all need to stray into anything sexual.
And then you manage that, you’re just chatting away, enjoying their company in a lonely remote setting, and only talking about nothing in particular, but it’s comfortable and you both know what the other’s going to say and you’re just so comfortable with each other. And then gradually you realise that you’re lying on the hotel bed and you’re actually naked and the sound of their voice and laugh has crept up on you and without really noticing it you’re an erection in your hand and just listening to their laugh you’re stroking away, enjoying the sensation and just letting some memories come back to you.
And then you make a small mistake in mentioning the erection and the stroking and actually that thought is rather appealing to them and they start to reminisce in the same way as you have let yourself do silently, mentioning how they used to take that in their mouth and drape their hair across you and move up and down on you and nibble away at your tummy and maybe lift a knee across your chest so that they straddle your body and then you can’t help thinking about the view that used to give you, of the pinkness, of their pussy straining for attention, lowering down towards your face, reaching with your tongue, savouring the taste, while all the time concentrating on what is happening to the erection, the close attention, the liquid seeping from their mouth, the glistening of the lips hovering above you, the slight smell, the warmth of their tongue circling you, their fingers holding you, the increasing firmness, the smear across your cheek as they push harder down on you, wanting, needing, asking.
And then before you can say I didn’t mean to get into this, before you can ask yourself can I stop, you hear their gasping and moments later you’re spurting onto your own tummy, happy, relieved, completely satisfied, grateful for another chance, unsure why, how we did this.
I mean..you know how it is?