The U Turn 00:17
(Continuation)
Subtitle: She Succumbs to the Test
Nothing would please me more than to please you and show you my readiness.
Yes, watch. You, standing there, erect has me readied, excited, glistening inside.
My body will be my invitation, for you.
I'm wearing nothing special. Jeans and a white t-shirt. Levi's and Arizona because I know you like a good brand. Not for names, for the mark of Quality.
My t-shirt is already eagerly slipping off my shoulder, where your hand should be undressing me, as I pull out of my tight demin enjoying the smoothness of skin.
I can't help but touch my leather belt. The shape and firmness remind me of you, and I don't know where I want you first. Remember how I said no flip and flopping? Lies! I want you everywhere, and all at once. I'm standing now only in thongs, black lace with camo, cuz green is one of your favorite colors. Maybe tied with blue? or hazel? when we lock eyes maybe we can debate it, which time of day you like the color of love making better...
The strap of my thongs is forming a delicate and delectable black lace line down my crack and creating a pressure between my legs as I'm stripping off the plain-jane t and caressing each exposed breast... with Your hands moving up, exploring from ass to chest, pausing a moment on the swell of my hips and the small arch of my back.
...while you're watching, I want to show more, show off a bit. We're standing in the bedroom and I'm crawling onto the bed, so you can see me from behind. My thighs straddling the empty bed and hands clawing at the pillows where your handsome head should rest beneath my catlike body...
I give a little dip with my hips and lift up on my palms, arms fully extended, so you can see the curving sweep of my back and the sculpting of my shoulders. I can feel your eyes shift to the swelling roundness of my ass and I dip down again straddling and hugging the comforter on the bed. Pressing myself in, into you, an imaginary you. And since I want you in my puss and mouth, to suckle and hold simultaneously, I slip my fingers down. Index on my clit and middle where that magic dick of yours should be. My left hand comes to my mouth, and to suck and grind you oh so gently. Gently, shh.. I'm so sorry to have disappointed you. I meant nothing by it only this this anticipation, this wish. To linger, and extend our pleasure, yours, mine. Now I'm tugging at you below with urgency. My little tugboat. The flames of my vulva like a setting sun. Come to me, my tugboat, I pull at you like waves. I want your bow, and your stern. All of you to sail to my harbor. The sun is setting. Don't let us go down in argument. Tugging on you faster, the water blue, sweet, salty, like foam on the crests.
I want to turn around to face you, for shame, but I don't know if I can... I do. I must see your face and know if you are watching intently and if I am meeting your expectation.
A flicker, as you are standing there like a lighthouse, lets me know that we can continue to the shore. And I am so roused by your blissful expression I lift the roundness of my bottom like a float, so now you can see all the waves and ripples of labia and the wetness these thoughts of you are forming. Oh, we feel so, so good even not together. and I am on the brink, oh too on the brink, but far, you are not there and the tide lowers, pulls away!
Upset, I slide down the bed again and roll over. Closing my eyes in regrets.
No, come back to me. Your hands on my body would lift me, yes lift me, into safe pulsing of water. My tugboat, come back to me, yes do. Like this. Lapping at the waves that are starting over. Stronger this time. As if you'd come up behind me and began to pull in, just in time. I push deeper and tug faster at you, in your face I imagine a ah ah a beaming sunset of pleasure and desire till we erupt in tidal waves, in a bursting release of glimmering light... as if your boat has landed, crashing, into the soft sand of this naked body, that in the sunset is still pulsing. Then darkness, soft caresses, soothing waves giving way to nuzzles at the shoulder. Your kisses upon my breasts and neck. Baby, you say, I was never mad at you, ever! I just wanted to meet like this, for a moment, with us on the edge of the seashore.... pulling into the harbor.