Unfinished Business
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It took a whole day to prepare.
I wanted it to be a special day in lots of different ways, one that would create strong memories, the kind that stay with you for life.
Earlier, I had gone shopping for ingredients to make a good chicken stirfry, free range chicken, fresh vegetables, and cashew nuts. Also fruit so we could make a fruit salad together.
I finished the photograph I mounted for you of a Madagascar ring-tailed lemur looking you right in the eye, that I took in Nosy Be, and placed it on the couch with a little note thanking you for the time and emotionally rich sexual energy we have shared until now. I went out to the florists, and got a bunch of gerbera flowers, yellow, pink, red and orange, and arranged them in a vase on the table. The previous evening, I had gathered a bunch of orange roses, which you say symbolize desire.
As I was leaving the house to come fetch you, I cut the base of the rose flowers, so that the petals fell apart easily. I scattered them all over the bed, and left a little trail to the front door.
I drove to your place in a dizzying state of anticipation, and you came out and jumped into the car. We hugged like friends even though I felt like ripping your clothes off and going down on your right there on the side of the road, just to hear your aroused breathing.
We drove back to my place, old rock ballads playing on my ipod through the car’s radio. We made small talk, I have no idea what we talked about, but the time pased and we were soon standing at my front door.
I unlocked the door and we were inside. You looked at the rose petals on the floor and looked up at me, that sidelong glance that always makes me tingle. As soon as the door was closed, I pushed you against the wall, and kissed you passionately, our bodies melting together, my pelvis pressing agianst yours. You could feel my quickening erection, and as I gripped your bottom lip and drew it into mine, you moaned softly and relaxed against me.
I looked at your face, looked into your darting eyes, and caressed your face and neck with my hand. You pressed your lips into mine, kissing me back with all the pent up desire of the week of not seeing one another, the heated exchanges by chat and phone.
As we kissed, I reached for the buttons of your blouse and slowly started unbuttoning them. I broke off the kiss to kiss your neck, kissing up and nibbling on your earlobes.
“I want you so badly,” I whispered in your ear while nibbling it.
All your buttons undone, I reached behind and unhooked your bra, and pulled it down to expose your breasts. I leaned back looking at first, the desire to kiss them overwhelming in intensity, I soon took your delectably hard nipples between my lips, first right, then left, and back and forth between them.
My hand was behind you, exploring the sensation of your back. But I needed more of your skin exposed, so without moving away from the door, I pushed your blouse back over your shoulder and it fell to the floor. Now your bra came off and fell to the floor as well.
It was time to move to the bedroom.
Abandoning your clothes in the hallway by the door, I took your hand and led you to the bedroom.
“Do the roses symbolize your desire,” you asked?
“Hell yes! You know that every petal represents desire worth the intensity of one orgasm,” I said.
As we entered the bedroom, and you saw the bed covered in orange petals, you gasped.
“Your desire is a lifetime’s worth of orgasms,” you said.
“Certainly, that is its intensity,” I replied.
You kissed me then almost like it was the first time, such was the magnitude of your own desire. Standing there, you naked from the waist up kissing me with passion, I knew I needed to go ahead with my plan, otherwise I was going to take you standing up like that. But there was more than that for this evening. I wanted it to be a lifetime memory.
I pushed you back slowly onto the bed, your well desired body settling among the rose petals, symbols of our shared desire. I knelt down and took off your boots, shedding my own in the process as well.
Kneeling on the bed, I bent down to kiss you, my lips exploring your exposed skin, down your neck, down over one side, across your breast, down over your tummy. You know how much I love to kiss your tummy, exploring around your belly button and back up the other side.
Stopping for a kiss at your lips, I continued back down the other side, closer to your nipples this time, and kissed all the way to the edge of your low cut pants, the edge of where you have shaved just below where they start. I pushed my tongue underneath, and unbuttoned just the button, before continuing back up the other side. This time I allowed my lips and tongue to graze your small, pink, hard nipple, and you tried to press it into my mouth with your movement.
“Not yet,” I said.
I kissed your lips then, and as I was kissing you, feeling the heat of you kissing me back, I reached down and unzipped your pants. Feeling me tugging at the material, you tried to press your pussy towards my hand, wanting the feeling of my fingers on your panties, exploring the entrance to your wet pussy.
Your hands were now trying to get at the buttons of my own shirt, so I helped you and undid some too. Together we managed to get me out of my shirt, and we were both now naked from the waist up.
I stopped anything else, lay next to you and just kissed you, our naked skin pressed together, feeling so delightful, your hard nipples pressing against my own chest. Our skin together felt so good that for a while I just wanted to hold you, and kiss you, and feel you next to me. After a while, I spoke softly.
“Remember what you said the other day, about me telling you a fantasy?” I asked.
“Not sure,” you replied.
“You said, ‘I wish you could just flick your fingertip over my clit while telling me a fantasy, that sounds yummy’.”
“Ah yes, hearing you say it now made me have butterflies. Look how hard my nipples are.”
I looked and indeed they were hard. I leaned over, and took one nipple in my mouth and ran my tongue around it, while running my hand over your tummy, and down to the edge of your panties. I recognized their feel.
“Mmm, the lacy black panties that I love. I love seeing the wet spot in them when I make you wet just by talking to you,” I said.
“Well, you might not see it now,” you replied. “They are all soaking wet. There is no spot.”
“Mmm, I want to do for you what you suggested, tell you a fantasy and play with your clit,” I said.
“Fuck, that makes me hot,” you responded.
I stood and tugged your pants off, and dropped my own to the floor. You were right, the crotch of your lovely lacy panties was soaking, and when I touched it softly you gasped.
I lay back down beside you, and began to describe one of your favourite ways of being brought to orgasm, my be licking your pussy while having two fingers inside you.
As I talked, and rubbed your clit through the material, your hips moved towards my hand in a fucking motion, greedy for the sensations, impatient for an orgasm.
I know your body, a small delay is good, but a long one weakens your orgasm, and I wanted this evening to be very special, so I paid careful attention to the signs.
Occasionally, you would mutter a response to what I said in my story.
“Fuck, thats so hot.”
“Oh, you know how I love that.”
“If you did that, I would cum in 30 seconds.”
Talking all the while, I pulled aside the crotch of your panties, and pressed my fingertip against your clit. I moved it from side to side, and then up and down, knowing how much you love the up and down movement.
Still talking, I sat up, and used my left hand to apply some pressure to your pussy, still rubbing and talking, telling you the fantasy, which of course you did not know was the thing I was intending for your second orgasm in a few minutes.
As I began describing how I was straddling you, so that we could do sixty-nine, you started to breath heavily, the high pitched sounds before you have an especially intense orgasm had started. As your orgasm started, I was describing how you were making me cum with your mouth and tongue, and the smell of our sex.
Your face scrunched up, and your eyes clenched tight. Your belly began to shake, and the shake spread down your legs, as the pressure of my left hand and the movement of my right finger drew the orgasm out of you. I could feel your pussy pulsating, and the amount of moisture all around there increased, with glistening strands of wetness running down from your pussy.
Your breathing and cumming sounds subsided, so I stopped what I was doing, letting you enjoy the afterglow of the orgasm. I cupped your pussy in the palm of my hand and lay down beside you.
You did what you often do after an orgasm, you chuckled. I knew then that it was a good one. You curled against me, your head resting on my chest as I let go of your pussy and brought my hand up to the small of your back, pulling you close.
We lay like that for maybe 3-4 minutes, while you came down from your orgasm, and your body became ready for another. The next one was going to be exactly what I described in the supposed fantasy that I told you while making you cum the first time.
I reached down, and tugged at your panties. You look so sexy in black lace that I decided to leave them in place, much as I wanted better access now.
I pulled your legs around into the normal position for lying on a bed. I looked at you, you caught my eye, knowing what I wanted to do, and wanting it badly, you opened your legs to give me full access, greedy for my mouth on your pussy.
I moved aside your panties and pressed your pussy lips back with both my thumbs, and pressed my thumbs up over them, pushing back the hood of your clitoris, seeing its shiny glistening smoothness exposed. I blew on it softly, knowing full well how much this makes you ache. You moaned softly, and arched your back as if to force your clit into my mouth.
I let go with my thumbs, and used my finger and tongue to play around the entrance to your pussy. I know how that makes you feel, and I could almost sense the ripple of pleasure that you felt. I loved the silky smooth feel of your pussy lips, and I rubbed them between finger and thumb, while the fingers of my other hand explored all around your pussy entrance and just a tiny bit inside.
My own precum streaming, I shifted my position around so that I was lying atop you, my cock dangling almost fully hard in front of your face. You knew exactly what I wanted, you pulled back my foreskin and your tongue explored my purple glans. It felt so good that I nearly stopped playing with you.
“Finger me. Finger my pussy,” you muttered, hardly missing a flick of your tongue on my cock.
“I will finger me if you take me in your mouth, and run your tongue round and round the head of my cock the way I like it,” I replied.
“Like this,” you said, and then engulfed me.
“Fuck, thats nice,” I said as I pushed my fingers into your wet aching pussy.
In response, you took me further into your mouth, and pressed your tongue against my cock in some technique that felt amazing.
In reply, I pressed my lips against your clit, and pressed the flat of my tongue into it, making your hips press up against me in reflex. You moaned through your nose, your mouth full of my burning cock.
I blew on your clit again, you jumped against me and moaned into my cock when my tongue flicked your clit in the up-and-down movement that you love. As your hips move to the rhythm of my flicking tongue, I made a really tough decision. I felt like coming in your mouth, but this evening was for you, and I wanted to keep my cock and my own orgasm for something special.
I slowly pulled my cock out of your mouth.
“No,” you moaned as you tried to draw it back. “I liked the way you got so hard and so big in my mouth.”
“Thats because you were sucking me so nice,” I said through a mouth full of wet pussy.
“I loved how you felt, you filled my mouth up so nice. First I could get you all in but when my tongue started to go around and around, you got so big I could only fit you half in,” you returned.
I resumed licking you for a minute, my body lying at right angles to yours on the bed.
“I want to make you cum, and then I want to fuck you hard,” I said, breaking off licking just long enough to say it.
“Yes!” you replied with the greedy enthusiasm that I love so much.
I moved around so that I was now lying between your legs, my tongue flicking your clit, my fingers working inside you, pressing against your g-spot, your moans and high-pitched breathing driving me wild with desire.
I know how that makes you feel, how intense it is for you. I know the breathing signs of an approaching orgasm, and I also know that this is not something I should delay. There is no reason to, after all, you can have another one very soon anyway.
Your breathing became faster, your moans mingling with the rapid sound of your breath. Your hips moved like you were fucking a hard cock, and my fingers filled you up so nicely.
Soon I could feel your pussy walls pulsating, and using your wetness I pressed my left thumb into your anus just a little bit, feeling it also pulsating around my thumb. At that moment, you were like a cat clawing at your orgasm. You wanted it it with every fibre of your being.
I love it when you are at that point, and I know just exactly how to push you all the way over the edge. I pressed my tongue harder against your clitoris, but kept the same up and down movement, while pressing my fingers against the roof of your pussy, where I assume your g-spot to be, and just moved them around.
You exploded then, the orgasm flashing throughout your body with ferocious intensity. It was one of the best orgasms ever for you, I could tell that from your moans, the sound of your breath and the gushing wetness soaking my hands. I loved you with wild abandon in that moment, I loved the entirety of you, even though that love had no place to live beyond the memory.
You were on a high from your orgasm as I slowly pulled my fingers out of you, and pulled myself up level with your face. I pulled you close, my cock resting against your legs, still almost hard, but needing a bit more sucking to be ready for what I had in mind next.
We held each other like that for a while, not too long, not so long that we would waste the next orgasm. As your afterglow began to subside, I began to caress the small of your back, and run my hand down over the cheeks of your ass.
“Mmm,” you muttered, and pressed closer to me.
“Sit up for a minute,” I say.
You look puzzled, but you do as I ask, and I grab a pile of pillows that were lying nearby. They included a couple of the hard cushions from the sofa. I piled them up so that when they took your weight kneeling, you would be horizontal and well supported.
“Now, lie on these pillows, across the bed, but from a kneeling position,” I ordered.
“Yes master,” you looked at me slyly.
I went round and stood in front of you, and put my semi hard cock against your lips.
“Suck me the way you were before I made you cum. Do it well, and I have something special in store for you,” I said.
You had not done this before, and you were unsure what I had in mind, but the way you took my cock into your mouth and the feelings of your tongue on it were awesome.
You looked up at me, our eyes locked for a moment, a rare treat. You reminded me of the Nickleback song, ‘Figured you out’.
As your sucked me, I reached down your back, and played with your ass, reaching my fingers down and feeling your still hot and wet pussy from behind. You arched your back, telling me it was good for me to do that. I loved the way you moaned through your nose when I started to play with your entrance.
I let you do that for some time, enjoying every sweet sensation, getting close to the edge a few times, before I pulled gently away from you.
“Now get back to the edge of the bed, so I can fuck you from behind,” I said.
I walked around the bed, and pulled a condom over my hard cock, and pressed it against the entrance to your pussy. I pressed it just slightly inside, and then I said, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!”
“Say it properly,” I said.
“I want you to fuck my wet pussy from behind. There, satisfied? Now put it in, don’t make me beg,” you replied.
So that’s what I did. I pressed it into you, slowly entering you, and filling you up. I moved in and out slowly, hoping to disappoint you. I wanted to hear you say, “Is that all you had in mind?”
Of course you were already enjoying it.
“Put your hand down between your legs, and play with your clit,” I ordered.
You did as you were told, and as I could feel your sensations building, I slapped you hard on your right ass cheek. You sobbed a little, but I could feel your fingers working your clit harder, and you arched your back to draw me further into you.
I slaped your left cheek, then your right one. They were not gentle slaps, they were hard enough to hurt a little, and to make your skin bright pink.
Fucking you from behind, your fingers working your clit, I continued to slap you like that, and you continued to get closer and closer to the edge of cumming, each slap a little bit of pain that enhanced the pleasure of our fucking.
“You like it when I slap you hard?” I asked, my own arousal extreme and my own orgasm not that far away, yet intricately linked to your.
“Fuck, yes, slap me again. Don’t stop, make me cum with slaps on my ass,” you said.
I began to thurst harder, and slap faster, left right, two right one left, three left, one right and so on. I also varied the time between them, making sure that each slap was a surprise.
It was not long before I heard your tell-tale breathing and your back arched, your head tossed back, and you came. I was right there with you. As the waves of your orgasm started, my cock began to spurt its load of semen, and my own orgasm over came me. I managed a couple more half hearted slaps but our orgasms were too strong for thinking. There was a moment when I could not tell where I stopped and you began, and that moment was the peak of the best orgasm I have ever managed.
It started in waves, pulsations that ran down the length of my cock, and down the insides of my thighs, while at the same time spreading over my belly. I wanted it, I was as greedy as you for that orgasm, and I tensed my muscles, I grabbed the orgasm and held onto it, matching yours peaking when you peaked, and tapering off to a glow as yours did.
As we came down, I pushed away the pillows, and we collapsed together on the bed, my cock still inside you as it softened. I pulled it out, it was like leaving the best place on earth, inside the person to whom I felt an intense closeness.
But I knew you could do more, and I was greedy to keep the memory-making going a while longer. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and washed myself with a facecloth, trying to get rid of the rubber taste of condom from my cock. I wanted you to suck it again, and I did not want the memories we were making to include the taste of rubber.
Returning to the bed, I lie beside you. You look at me, unusual for you, you look me in the eye.
“I have never felt anything like that,” you said, a soft tear appearing in your eye.
I caressed your cheek, and stroked your hair.
“I want to be strong in your memories, I want this evening to be strong in your memories, I want the sensations we shared to be strong in your memories. I want to be the memory whose hand touches you when you make yourself cum at night, and the memory that brings you to orgasm before you get out of bed in the morning. I want to be the memory that sends you to the bathroom in the middle of the day to have an orgasm because you can, and perhaps linger for another, because you can.”
You mutter and press close to me, as my hand moves from your hair down to the small of your back. You lean back, lying on your back, your breasts, so neglected until now looking so delightfully kissable.
I put my head on your tummy, and kissed it, I kissed every mm of your skin, round and round, and down over your hips and up your side, until eventually I arrived at your right breast. Taking your nipple in my mouth, I ran my tongue round and round it, and as I did so, I felt my own cock responding.
I kissed your breasts like that, back and forth, my hand exploring the rest of your body, bringing you slowly back to full arousal again. As I kissed your breasts and explored your body, my right hand was on my cock, and I was playing with myself, not to cum, but to be hard enough for what was coming next.
I lifted your legs over mine, and parted them over me as I lay on my side. Your pussy opened up, still ready from our previous fucking. I pressed the tip of it against your lips, and it slid into you like a greased needle. You gasped as I filled you up again.
I reached for the remote for the DVD, and pressed play. I had positioned the TV in such a location that you could see it despite the odd angle. The DVD had a really steamy sex scene, the kind that I know you love. It was a pretty young couple, and they were doing a casting for a porno movie. The movie was not fake sex, like most porn, but they were a couple, and they were really making out. This turned you on because you could see their pleasure.
Watching porn with my cock inside you was making you feel greedy for an orgasm. I reached down and touched your clit, with both hands, one pressing against you and the other moving up and down. It was not long before I could feel you starting to get close to the edge. I slowed my movements, but not too much, because I did not want you to lose the orgasm. I just wanted it to be explosive.
Seeing the flush on your skin, feeling you get close, I was getting close myself. Your breathing got faster, and you were moaning, saying words like ‘fuck’ and ‘oh’ and I could see that you were about to cum. So was I, so I pressed harder, giving more pressure, and fucked you like I wanted to cum myself.
Greedy for my own orgasm I made yours start, and we both tensed all our muscles, wanting to feel every drop of its pleasure as it washed over us. I held onto it, and made it last as long as I could and together we collapsed, spent from the exertion and intensity.
We stayed like that for some time, entwined, your legs draped over mine. What did I feel then? Surely it was a form of love. It could not have any permanent hold on us, but that did not mean it was small. I held you then, caressing your hair, and feeling the softness of your skin as my hand softly stroked your tummy. A more perfect day had not been built. That is the memory we will share as long as we are able to have memories. Perhaps our business was now finished.
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So tell me what you felt when you read this reminder? Did you ache? Are you wet? I hope so, and I hope you become greedy enough to touch yourself. I love it when you do. I am greedy for your orgasms too.
Nanette
- 22.09.2022
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