I have always loved technology and how it brings both information and people together. I have had the pleasure to make friends all over the world thanks to the reach of the internet. But I've also see the negative side and how a lot of society has turned into a generation of instant gratification needs. It saddens me to see people give up on each other so fast and waste so much energy in the pursuit of something better, something they perceive as perfect while all the while passing over perfectly wonderful opportunities to be happy . Good relationships do take effort and commitment and are totally worth fighting for and yet many will spend a lifetime looking for what they think will make them happy and never truly are. It is my hope that in some small way i can change the climate of me, me, me to a more loving and sharing conversation. Everyone will take away something different, let it be something special and inspiring for you!
I can say thank you enough for visiting my page and spending time reading my works. When the world seems to get getting faster and faster i truly appreciate the time and energy it takes to stop and slow down to read and enjoy.
Peace and love always,
The Amorisitcpillow
Offline in Paris
When people talk badly of the internet I have to laugh inside and refrain from telling them about all the wonderful people I’ve met from all over the world thanks to the World Wide Web. Oh sure there are rude ones and crazies but so are half the people I make ride the subway with everyday. Doesn’t mean we should ban subways. I must say that while I’ve made a lot of friends most have been just that friends. Whilst I’ve never found anyone I’ve cared to reach out beyond my comfort zone and link up in the real world. Many live too far to be realistic about or just don’t click enough to take that leap and I thought I would forever be a surfer in my own private space. Then chance I met someone quite special and for one night at least I broke all my rules. On the seemingly most innocent of days I found myself throwing caution to the wind and before I knew it I was far from home and alone but for my special friend, standing together in a slice of paradise. They say the setting sun has magical properties and that night it was quite apparent that the sun was going to do its best. Awe inspiring clouds and colors did their part to kick off a most special evening. Usually when you stand beside the ocean and witness natures grand nightly serenade it is humbling but to night it cast a sensual aura and I think we both felt its effects and we stood watching hand in hand.
While the sun disappeared beyond the horizon I saw her watch rise and we both looked at the time and at that moment I felt the weekend shift gears and begin to pick up speed. We paused and smiled at each other and in that moment I saw my friend in a wholly new light. While online I new the tough smart and independent woman she was and always projected but here in the pink light if the end of a day I saw oh so much more. She looked beautiful and her smile simply made me melt inside. Her eyes spoke volumes from admiration to a gentle look of love and I saw many of her aspects in her beaming face from her inner child to the best friend I knew and the seductress I knew she was capable of transforming into. I wanted to pull her into me and kiss her long and sweetly and let her feel the passion I had in my lips but some noise broke or trance and we remembered our tight schedule. We hurried back to the car and headed off to the airport as planned. I was more company than copilot as it was her backyard and she adeptly navigated us to the short term parking lot. With our weekend bags in hand we headed to the Air France counter. It was the last few weeks of the reign of the SST and we scored some discount tickets and decided to take a long holiday weekend in the city of lights.
Between the excitement of the weekend and the prospect of flying at supersonic speeds on one of the most famous airlines was enough to make the trip seem like a blink. The time flew by and before I knew it we were coming in for a landing at Orly. Time flies when you’re having fun but also when you are with someone special and I attribute the rapid passing of the hours to the company more than anything else. It is amazing to me that we can spend so much time together and yet it seems we never run out of things to say. With the internet the distance between us was temporarily erased and we often chatted for hours while watching movies or sports on TV. Its like we were a couple for ages, we just hadn’t actually met in person. Our personalities fit together as good as any old pair of jeans I had and felt as comfortable. Once on the ground we operated like a well oiled machine as I got the bags while she procured a rental car. We met up at the rental counter and it had to be an airport record from time of touchdown to car key in hand. The bags stowed nicely in the trunk but this passenger wasn’t so easy. A French midsize car is about as roomy as a can if tuna and all I was missing was the oil as I packed myself in. we didn’t plan on doing much driving over the weekend but our accommodations were as cheaper to get to by rental car than a taxi. Besides I wanted to try driving on these tiny historic lanes of the city. The final leg of our journey was the fastest and we pulled up to a charming old hotel. To me it was just that charming, but as we grabbed our luggage she pointed out the wrought iron railings and fresh flowers at every window and it truly was beautiful. I don’t think I would have noticed if not for her and that’s one of the things she does for me. With just a sigh and a smile and a few simple words she wiped the fog of the ordinary and revealed the magical. After a brief moment to soak in the ambiance and architectural beauty we headed inside hand in hand fully enrapt by the ambiance.
With the time change and the lateness of our departure it was early morning when we checked in and the sun we had just said goodbye to was starting to illuminate the horizon off to the east. As she looked out the window I put my arms around her and kissed the top of her head and down her neck from behind. She was so warm and delicious I almost got carried away and had to fight the urge to get even more intimate with my hands as well. Pausing I gave her an out if she didn’t want to get hot and heavy right away and although I would be disappointed it was the right thing to do. So I suggested we take a nap before trying to explore the city and shake off some jet lag and she heartily agreed. While she was brushing her teeth I changed into some shorts to sleep in and awaited my turn with tooth brush in hand. While I polished my pearly whites she changed into a deep blue silky night shirt and when I came out we both looked to the big bed and we had this awkward moment. We had talked about and agreed upon this special weekend for ages it seemed and yet all the intimacy we had shared electronically or vocally it was much harder to initiate in person. I instantly had doubts as to if I should carry on as if nothing it wrong or retreat to friend status and not assume or make any more moves till I was sure it was ok with her too. Maybe she sensed my hesitation because I felt it from her weather it real or perceived I’m not sure. In any event I managed to blurt out how tired I was and pulled the covers down and jumped into bed on one side and distracted myself by fussing with my phone and alarm clock.
She was adorably cute in her silky shirt and I tried not to ogle her as she climbed into bed but those legs were quite a thrill to glimpse. I felt kind of guilty looking at her that way and even though we had agreed this was something we wanted to do I was getting cold feet so to speak. Moving from friendship to something more physical was suddenly intimidating and doubts of just what the hell I was doing seemed to wrap me up as much as the quilt that was keeping me warm. This was totally new to me and I felt flustered. Just five minutes ago I was suave and debonair and now I was a doubting Thomas. The last few weeks I put myself to sleep with dreams of what it would be like to hold her in my arms and feel her naked body intimately folded into mine. Countless times I reached out to bring her into me and now the moment had arrived and I was frozen with doubt. Fortunately I never had to make a decision as with one fluid motion she slide under the covers and scooted right up to my body. Her face stopped inches from mine and her beautiful eyes smiled at me and in them I saw trust, desire and happiness all rolled into one happy look. Instantly my doubts disappeared and my lips slowly sought out hers. Her kiss was soft and tender and better than I could have imagined. I felt passion behind her tender touch and it made me realize how much I really missed the touch of another. Sweet soft kissed melted into the deeper more involved variety and our arms automatically reached out and we embraced while we slowly went horizontal on the bed. She felt wonderful and warm in my arms and that awkward feeling I had was dissolving into a passionate desire I haven’t felt in way too long a time. I was now quite relaxed as I felt her holding me as tight as I held her and no longer feeling nervous about what to do next as this was someone I intimately knew already albeit only through electronic conversations.
Technically this wasn’t our first time so to speak, just the first time in the flesh and I confess heartily that there is no comparison. Nothing I could ever type or say into a mic could compare to the feeling of her warm body eagerly entwining with mine or the beautiful sounds she made when we kissed and caressed. Her body was electric to hold and touch and as the intensity of our kisses became more passionate so to did my exploration of her body. Many times I’ve wondered what this would actually be like and as vivid an imagination as it is nothing compares to our interactions in the flesh. My fingers were free to touch not type and our voices were rich and real not and sounding like we were speaking through tin cans. And there was no need to emphasize with multiple punctuation's or emoticons as each could hear and feel the others passions beginning to bloom. In a lot of our conversations we never held back our passionate selves and here in my arms she wasn’t holding back either. Her kisses were sweet and strong and made it hard to breath. My heat pumped with excitement and her lips and tongue turned up that intensity exponentially. Her legs were soft as satin and wonderfully toned beneath her silky skin and they felt sensually cool wrapped around mine. I had one arm under her and bent it back up so I could gently cradle her head while I kissed her and my other hand started on the small of her back but quickly became bolder and reached down to find her other curves. The silky shirt had hung down to mid thigh so I felt those sexy curves first though the soft material which was a great sensation but not as nice as her bare skin after my hand sunk down below the hem and back up under the material.
There’s nothing like a handful of sweet cheek to hold onto while you pull her close and it gave me a rush. My kisses matched my passion and it flicked darted and danced with hers and when I pulled us tight together I felt her respond in kind. With my hands full of her wonderful body I caressed her face with mine trying to use mostly my cheeks and nose to touch as I could feel that twenty four hour roughness to my unshaven face. Her perfume was delicate and intoxicating and was instantly my favorite. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of that sweet scent nor get my body as close as I wanted even though we were tightly pressed together. Like a flower opening for the bee she let me inside that comfort zone we all have and I derived immense pleasure from exploring her body. Her nipples strained the fabric to break free and feel my warm hands upon them and as smooth as I could manage I lifted her shirt up and over her body and put it on the night table on her side of the bed. I whispered what I thought which was how beautiful her body was and I that I couldn’t keep my hands off it. Nor could I keep my face off it and promptly nuzzled her neck and chest as I made my way down to those hardening nipples now being caressed by my hand. I wanted to take my time lavish attention on every inch of her body and make this rapturous moment last as long as possible but as our sensual excitements blossomed the harder it was to meander my way. Her breasts in my mouth totally excited me and the feedback of moans I was hearing made me devolve into a simpler sexual creature. Basic instincts ruled my actions and after months of digital teasing I couldn’t deny my boiling blood and had to consummate this trip as soon as possible.
I gently rolled on top of her holding most of my own weight with my legs and arms creating a cave just her size beneath me. My hardness guided by her thighs found her moist mound and she gasped at the touch. Connection made, negotiating with host, logging on and as quick as that I was sinking into bliss. Her legs parted further to get me in closer and her hand had a fistful of my hair and she moaned kisses into my mouth. She was breathing so hard I thought she might explode with my next movement so when I bottomed out I stayed there and kissed her calm. My hips took over after that and started pumping slowly at first but gaining speed rapidly. The sensations of her enveloping me were incredible and I most of me didn’t want it to ever stop. It would be nirvana to exist in the pleasure state and enjoy the sensations for hours on end. The only problem with that is that we are hardwired to work towards the climatic end and I was no exception. Every strand of my very being screamed out in unison to reach that ultimate release and I was a slave to its call. I knew she was about to let go of her dam and let loose a tidal wave of energy upon me and I knew from how her body felt beneath me and from her breathless words in my ear. Such cataclysmic foreshadowing is not only the realm of Nostradamus but of the passionate as well. It was thrilling to hear her sweet excited commentary feedback intimately as before I've only known it in text or via the telephone company. Now in the flesh it was more titillating than I could have ever imagined and when she exploded she took me with her. With one last furious thrust I felt myself trigger and I pulled out quick and ground my shaft onto her bucking and shaking mound and proceeded to expel line after line of warm sticky fluid over her belly. My spasms echoed hers and we took turns reflecting each others convulsions as we triggered then in each other.
Every time I thought I was done my hips continued their involuntarily contractions, again and again in response to her movements and after a minute or two of that symbiotic convulsive conversation we stated to giggle. Then that sensation that only moments ago was unrivaled pleasure was quickly turning into quite the ticklish awareness. I had just started to catch my breath from my sexual exertions and now I was equally out of breath as we were both hysterically laughing and rolling on the bed each of us trying to gain control while tickling the other. In those playful moments I realized she we were sharing yet another precious gift even more special than the intimate one we just experienced. Somewhere between talking our cloths off and this tickle fight the protective walls we suspend around ourselves seemed to have melted away. There were no pretentions nor unrealistic expectations or facades. It was just two vulnerable souls enjoying the safety of each others company and not afraid to laugh or cry or appear before without wearing a single stitch. It was a feeling I want used to and no matter how good the physical sensations their memory faded with time. But no matter how long I live every time I think on moments like this I’ll rekindle that warm fuzzy feeling I was having right now. Our weekend was only several hours old and so much had transpired already and I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. Well honestly I could wait a little bit because after all this physical exertion and the travel I really could use a nap!
After a two hour power nap and I was feeling refreshed and ready to hit the shower and she seemed as eager too. We didn’t have much time on this trip and as much as I enjoyed our quick physical interlude I was almost as excited to go and see some sights and get a bite to eat. Her naked body was enticing yet I controlled my urges for the sake of not losing daylight. There would be plenty of time tonight to admire and explore that body some more and that thought made it feel like Christmas morning all day. While she showered I brushed my teeth and as I turned to get a peek at her alluring body and she motioned me to join her in the dainty plastic enshrouded tub. I stepped in and kissed her beneath the water and felt like a tourism posted with the couple embraced beneath a water fall. Inside I felt warmer than the water cascading over out bodies. I mumbled the question of soap to break that trance or we’d never get out and see this amazing town. With a coarse washcloth she began to scrub my skin and it was quite erotic and nice to be attended to and I vowed to return the favor next time. After rinsing head to toe we shut the water and we toweled ourselves and each other dry and I enjoyed every second my hands and eyes spent on her body and I could tell she was just as pleased to have the same opportunity on mine.
We dressed out of our bags and we soon on the street with warm sunshine warming us on the outside and our closeness warming from within. We navigated the subway fairly well and were soon walking along the historic banks of the Seine. The scenery was beautiful and romantic and informative but not nearly as much as my escort. He face beamed at the sights and as she read facts from her tour book I was easily caught up in her enthusiasm for everything we saw. Walking past a bakery we caught the aroma of fresh break baking in a wood oven and it made up both realize how hungry we were and we began to scout for a nice outdoor café. The guide book had a few suggestions and after a few minutes walking we found a quaint café over looking the water. Fresh crusty bread and a hearty soup filled our bellies whilst we watch people stroll along the edge and boats meandered by while we dined and enjoyed the company. We consulted the guide and picked a place to try for dinner and some more nooks and crannies to explore that we might not have found left to chance. It was a beautiful old city and was great fun to explore especially when seen through her eyes. We hiked for miles and saw so much it was impossible to remember but while I may not recall the details the charming atmosphere would leave an impression forever. Back at the hotel the consigner got us reservations at the place we had hoped to try. The only problem was it was not casual attire and we had 30 minutes to get there. We dashed to the room and in a flurry of clothes we got ready for an upscale dining experience. For a guy it’s pretty easy to get polished up. A nice shirt, slacks and a sport jacket and were done. For women it can be a much more lengthy process and as she headed into the bathroom with a big bag in tow I had a feeling I might be waiting a bit.
but as I was giving my shoes a quick buff she emerged fully dressed and made up and was installing a last earring while stepping into her shoes at the same time. I was not only amazed at the speed at which she got ready but more so by how she looked. A simple black dress showed off her figure and her hair was brushed and shinny. Her makeup was simple yet elegant like the lines of her dress which continued down her slender silk covered legs. She was beautiful and I told her so I’m words approving glances and a soft sweet kiss before I held out my arm to escort her to the restaurant. The dinner was fabulous and the company was even more so and while the ambiance was quite romantic my thoughts were more on the lusty side since she donned that dress. A few glasses of fine wine added to effect and I’m sure it was obvious to the other patrons that we were lusting each other no matter what language they might have been fluent in. It was hard not to ogle her all night and I risked occasional glances at her enticing cleavage or legs and fought back an over whelming urge to run my hands all over them under the table. She caught me looking a few times and blushed but didn’t cover up. In fact she made sure I had plenty to look at all evening in a quiet confidant way. Avoiding those lustful urges was made easier by our flowing conversation and the twinkle in her eyes when she spoke. Sure some of it might have been the wine but most was a pure happiness that was a reflection of how I felt inside too.
Strolling back to the hotel was how we walked off a decadent dessert and the effects of the wine. While we were not at a loss for words we really didn’t talk at all. We simply found the silent company quite enjoyable as we walked hip to hip along the now deserted streets. Walking up to the hotel with out bodies interlocked I was amazed at how beautiful the night sky was and how dark this part of town was. I could barely make out the top half of the hotel from the street and if not for a few soft lights in some windows you might not know the building went that high above its first floor façade. Gliding across the lobby we drew nary a look from the desk and then I opened the door to the stairwell for her and let her go first to walk up the quick flights to our floor. Being a gentleman has its advantages I thought and lagged far enough behind that we could still converse and yet I could watch her gorgeous figure sashay up the treads. It was both hypnotic and erotic and lusty thoughts reeled in my head with every step. Again I opened the door, this time to the room, and let her in. Instead of turning on a light she said she wanted to look out the window first and I eagerly followed her across the dark room. The short balcony was for decoration only and served more as a railing than anything else and she stood just in the arch of the French doors. Around us the shear curtains waved slightly in the breeze and I put my arms around her as we looked out over the dark town and countryside. There was a hint of the ocean in the air and a moonless night let the stars come out to shine and we swayed at the edge of heaven.
She felt wonderful in my arms and her perfume softly stroked my nose and fanned my flames. She leaned back into me and I hugged her tight as we drank it all in once again enjoying the silent pleasure of just being physically connected. It was both beautiful and romantic and instinctively I began to lovingly kiss the back of her head and neck while I held her. She leaned back more and turned to met my face and we kissed soft and sweetly just like the breeze kissed the drapes. Our tongues sought each others out and escalated our passions. My hands began to caress her body as sweetly as my mouth touched hers. When I kissed and put my hands upon her I wanted her to sense how special she was to me and intensity of my desires too. I felt her body go limp in my arms and the only thing that seemed to keep her on her feet was the fact she was in my arms and leaning on my body. I kissed down her neck and shoulder and she moaned softly for me. I purred in her ear in response and felt her hand slip between us seeking out my aching loins. At first I don’t think she was sure what was what in her fingers. But after some massaging there was no doubt where my swollen self was and she continued to stroke and rub me through my pants. Her delicate fingers drove me wild inside and my hands roamed to more erogenous of places. My one and massaged and explored her chest keeping her pressed into me . I loved feeling her swollen nipples through the silky material of her dress and paid them both particular attention. My other hand ran up and down her side from her hair to down past her hips as far as I could reach loving every silky tress and curve that ran beneath my fingers. I felt her hips through the dress and the curves of her bottom and it was electricity in my hands. I leaned her forward and she grabbed the rail as I loosened my arm on her and let my grip slide down her torso. My other hand moved down and then up under her dress and I hiked it up, draping it up on the small of her back to keep it out of my way. The sensations were amazing as my hand transitioned each surface from her silky thigh highs to her even softer skin and again gliding over tight soft panties. Each texture gave a different kind of thrill and I left no area neglected. I lingered on those sweet inner thighs and firm round cheeks and like a generator it was building up a sexual charge deep inside me.
She spread her stance for me and I moved more towards one side so I could keep one hand full of puffy hanging breasts and still be able to caress her buns like a crystal ball. My shaft was straining to be free of my pants and screamed for more intimate contact. I slipped my fingers under the top of her panties and slowly worked them down her legs far enough so she could kick them aside. While she did the footwork I opened my own pants enough to free my bent throbbing pleasure seeker and it unfurled into rigid attention in anticipation. I was so hard it ached and her cool skin was only a temporary cure. I continued to fondle her rear but now with the tip of my rigidness’ in lieu of my hands. I propped my shaft atop her behind and let her bottom feel the heat and hardness of my member. She sang sweet arias of pleasure with my hips grinding onto hers while my fingers slide down her body and tickled her mound. Working from the top down my fingers sought her secret pearl and I gently massaged it through its covering folds. Grinding on her from behind I kept rubbing and bucking gently with my hips till she was panting like a puppy. Backing up I slowly I spiraled my tip over every silky surface of her beautiful full moon. My tip tickled and left heat trails every spot I touched especially when I dragged it down between her cheeks and pressed in at the bottom seeking out her moist nexus. When my swollen head found her oasis she was already flooded. I swirled myself in her spring before I sank into her like sinking in quicksand. Her warmth enveloped me inch by inch and I was in as deep as I could go rather quickly.
Her body shook and trembled with pleasure and desire and that turned me on even more. After all the teasing and intimate touching she was as ready as I was for a fast ride to the ultimate goal. Her cheeks were cool against my thighs and yet inside she was boiling hot and it was a struggle not to simply pump like mad till I burst. Slow and steady I began sliding in and out of her velvety warmth and she arched up to accept me all the way in and with the best angle for pleasure. I felt hard as steel yet my spongy head provided the perfect balance if hard and soft as it bounced off her secret spot just inside her. The curve of my shaft kept my head pressed against her walls and the sensations were simply divine. I held onto her hips as I thrust in and pulled out with increasing speed. Keeping a tight grip on the railing she used it to buck back into me every time I bottomed out. We quickly developed a rhythmic dance of passion with her hips gyrating and bucking me back as much as I was thrusting and grinding into her. It was symbiotic sex at its very best. The last coherent thought I had was when I noticed her silky dress flowing over at her sides and thought how it was quite erotic to feel the material flowing around me while we made our passionate love at the edge of the balcony. I felt her convulsive waves as she bucked and writhed on me yet keeping her grip on the railing as it was helping her stay upright. All my senses were firing and I felt my climax swiftly approaching and my hips were pumping faster and faster by themselves it seemed. I was turned on to the extreme holding her silky cover hips while I had my way with her from behind. Those luscious legs were tight together now half from her orgasmic spasm and half to accommodate the power of my thrusting body.
Finally it was all too much and I felt my consciousness slip as my climax built to a crescendo. All that existed in the world were the sensations emanating from my throbbing, swollen head of pleasure. My last act of conscious thought was to pull out at the moment of no return and let my hot syrup explode all over those taught cheeks and down the back of her quivering legs. Spasm after spasm deep inside me ejected all I had to give all over her shaking rump. Hot thick liquid streaked over her cool skin and succumb to gravity and began running downward. The tickling sensation of those hot rivulets flowing over her contours made her tremble even more. When I awoke from my orgasmic trance I took in the erotic vision of her buns and thighs streaked like a melted candle with my personal wax. I used my still rock hardness to swirl it all over and it sent shivers through her body and a warm numbing pleasure through mine. I ran my hand up under her torso and lifted her back up to me and she finally relinquished her grip on the rails trusting me now for support. I pulled her tight to me again and kissed her atop the head and hugged her close. Only now my still swollen member was pressed into her naked behind with our fluids enhancing the sensations on our skin with its warmth and slipperiness. Again we kissed soft and sweetly like we did earlier and looked out into the night skyline and it was still at beautiful. The only difference now was we looked out as spent lovers once again enjoying the silent company of each other pressed tightly together, swaying softly to our own rhythm caressed by the cool night breeze.
Later we would move to bed and lying face to face we kissed like great lovers always do. With passion, at great length and without a care in the world. We fell asleep limbs and hearts entwined and no matter how sweet the dreams we both couldn’t wait for the light of day. Soft light set the room aglow in the morning and sounds of civilization outside our window serenaded me awake. last thing I remembered was her wrapped in my arms but after a night of slumber we were now in entirely new positions and yet still spooned together and I thought that quite charming. I slipped out of bed to use the bathroom and then slid back into my warm nook making sure my morning swollen attention seeker was touching someone’s cool silky thighs. I tried to be as quiet as a mouse but when I cuddled up she was already showing signs of stirring. With sleepy smiles we kissed good morning and snuggled a little tighter. I felt I needed an few minutes to fully wake and tried to gather myself together before starting another adventurous day. As I lie there contemplating the day and enjoying her warmth against me my eyes might have been closed but not my other senses. I could still smell her mélange of sweet scents from the remnants of her perfume and her shampoo and it gave me a mellow high when inhaled deeply. I could hear her breath and feel her begin to stretch and stir from her slumber. She rolled to face me and started running her hands all over my warm body. By the way she kneaded and felt my body I could sense a sensual purpose to her touch. She kissed my face and neck and then down my chest lingering on my nipples for long warm suckles giving each equal time for attentive pleasure. I reached down and grabbed a hold of her smooth bottom and caressed her up and down her back while she moved on further downward towards the source of her desires. Her lips and tongue sent tingles through me as she kissed and nibbled along her way. Not only did my body respond to the particular area she happened to be tickling locally but it also seemed to transmit those sensations directly to my groin making my anticipation of what was to come all the more intense.
I was slightly puffy still from waking and I heard a delightful squeal of happiness as she took me in her delicate fingers and brought me to her lips. Kisses licks nibbles and sucks all made me stiffen to a steel like consistency and gave me an incredible aching inside to let go. Her fingers massaged my sack adding sweet layers to everything she was performing on me and when she started to swallow me slow and deep I felt my toes curl. It has always been viewed as highly erotic to watch a woman enjoy a decadent dessert and the similarities to a sexual experience can be envious. Watching her devour me was tenfold as exciting to be that sensual dessert. What she was doing to me physically was heavenly but seeing how turned on she was to have me in her mouth was icing on a very special cake. With all these layers of excitement it wouldn’t be long before she hit the point of no return and I thought she might possible hit it too, she seemed that excited. My hips levitated off the bed to meet her mouth begging for more as she gobbled me down. I felt my head gliding over her soft lips and tongue only to be crushed by the back of her throat as I bottomed out. Holding me there deep and letting her throat apply pressure all over my tip and at that point I lost my grip on rational thought. I felt the gong ring deep in me and felt my payload leave the launch pad sending pleasure ripples through me as it forced its way up my tube. While I struggled to breathe so to did she as she caught every burst in her mouth. Her moans matched mine and the muscles she used to swallow added even more heavenly sensations to my all too brief seconds in nirvana. I slowly came back to my senses and felt my body calm from its convulsions yet it was still humming nicely as she kept me in her mouth and continued to pleasure me orally. It still felt amazing, almost better than before I exploded but now there would be no climax or single minded goal to do so. All there was now was this intense warm erotic sensation that I wished would never end.
Satisfied with her handy work she looked up at me and with that impish grin she began to slither onto me. Being still quite rigid I thought she would mount me and I hoped my hardness would last long enough to return the favor. But instead of riding me in the more traditional method she surprised me by lining us up and straddling my thickness. I was bent upwards pointing toward my belly button and she lowered her groove right on top my swollen member. Holding onto my shoulders she started to glide up and down my length pressing her moist mound harder and harder into me. She was dripping before she touched me and she easily slid up and down my veined and bumpy shaft. It was highly erotic to watch her take pleasure from my body while I gave delicate attention to her sweet hanging breasts. I was partially hypnotized by how she wriggled and ground herself on me exactly where and how she wanted. My eyes transfixed on the pleasures and intensities that manifested on her face as she wound herself up. After what seemed like a long minute or two she started to move less and less, concentrating the pressure between us onto a perfect spot. A few moments later she exploded on me as hard as I had earlier. She kept up the grinding and shaking until she went into sensory overload and collapsed on me in a heap of quivering boneless flesh. While I brushed her hair aside and stoked her back to calm her I could feel my still firm self pressed tightly between us and I decided to give it a good throb. It was my way of saying thank you in a most intimate way. She jumped a bit when she felt the pulse so of course I had to do it again and again. Random at first but then I started to hum smoke on the water and throb along with the beat and after a few bars we were both struggling for breath as we were hysterically laughing and tickling each other right out of bed.
We lingered in the shower just long enough to tease some more but our excitement for adventure was now the motivational force behind our early rise and need for speed on a quiet Sunday morning. We fueled up in the hotels quaint café with fresh croissants, rich coffee and our own energetic conversation which flowed almost uninterrupted as we got into the car and onto the highway to do some hiking. Later in the day we would meet up with a more organized group and take a tour of the Monet Estate and we felt like excited kids on a school trip. Church bells provided background music to the local charm as we hiked into the countryside. All the people we passed seemed friendly and generally happy adding yet another enjoyable layer to our excursion.Maybe it was just me projecting happiness into everything around me since being in such a wonderful mood since the first time we embraced. At first I had had this nervous excitement and trepidation on taking this trip but now I never wanted it to end. While the sun climbed up towards noon we climbed over hill and dale exploring new and beautiful places. Under a giant elm we opened our backpacks and had and excellent lunch of fruit, cheese and sparkling water. We watched horses dash and frolic around their enclosures and gave them names to fit the personalities. There was racer, loner and the playful brat and they were enjoying this gorgeous day as much as we were if not more.
The sun was strong and hot the air was cool and the company was magical as we nestled together in the shade. After our midday repast I had leaned on the tree and sliding under my arm she found the perfect space to enjoy the scenery. I was grateful for the shade from the direct rays of the sun but I also wished I could be certain of our privacy because there was not better dessert than a luscious woman. I closed my eyes and for a few minutes I replayed our recent intimate adventures over and over in my mind. This led to more amorous ideas for out here in these somewhat secluded fields and in my daydreams we were safely alone and as passionate as the previous evening and more. My fingers traced patterns and swirls on the soft skin of her inner thigh bouncing from knee to the line where her shorts prohibited deeper exploration. Without turning she asked me what I was thinking and for a few split seconds I mulled over a mundane answer like how good the cheese was but I quickly had a better idea. I said I was trying to recall every detail of the night before to see if it was real or a dream where I was visited by some amorous angel. She excitedly quipped back that she thought she had the same dream and promptly blamed the wine. While we both giggled I thought of how well we meshed both mentally and physically and it didn’t matter if we were online or naked under the covers, we had the same rapport no matter where we were.
After a good rest in the shade we headed over to where we would meet a charter bus and take a side trip through the Monet estate. Without too much trouble we found the place and tried make some small talk with the other people waiting for the same tour. Unfortunately the many different languages provided as large an obstacle as the age gap between us and most of the other passengers as they were quite a bit older. On the bus, which was really a small passenger van, we continued our usual banter of chatting and laughing like always and I could see most of the other passengers observing us with smiling eyes and fond remembrances of their own youthful romantic forays. I never really thought of relationships in long terms before but it would be nice to one day be able to be reminded of that special connection and to live through the evolution of love from infatuation to something deeper and lasting and eventually that contended security that only comes from years and years of maturation. while the two of us has some major obstacles to over come before we could even begin such a journey this weekend away was a sweet taste of possibilities.
Feeling the van turn into the main gates of the estate I held my position firm and let her body be pressed into mine by the centripetal force of the turning Van. Back on the straight away I noticed her weight still on me and that didn’t quite return to her pre turn position. Great minds think alike I thought as we enjoyed the private pleasure of being tightly pressed together. Being in the midst of a crowded van full of admiring elderly tourist, holding each other tight was about as naughty as we dare get without causing a stir and my risqué thoughts were soon gone as the beautiful estate came into full view. Even through the window of the van it was stunning and I thought that Monet probably owed half his success to his landscaper. Oodles of plants and flowers accentuated a charming house and its surroundings. Everything seemed perfectly placed by the gardener with as much meticulous attention as the painter himself. It was awe inspiring to be able to walk in the footsteps of the master and yet I though it was going to be even more exciting to see it all through her eyes and I wasn’t disappointed. Her enthusiasm and knowledge was truly amazing and it was a joy to experience every blooming flower and picturesque view with my beautiful companion. We toured the house and grounds and learned quite a bit but mostly enjoyed the scenery as much as each others company.
On the ride back I was starting to feel a bit peckish and we talked about where to dine for the evening and while it was hard to choose we picked another charming place not too far from the hotel. Back in the room we did another dash in and out of the shower so we could get our starving selves to the restaurant. We went for casual fun tonight and were dressed in half the time of the previous evening. It may have been half the time but she looked just as delicious even in comfortable attire and told her so punctuated with a smile and a kiss. Of course for us no kiss is simple and what started as a peck quickly evolved into a longer hot blooded time out as we fell up against the wall by the door. Automatically my hands sought out the curves of her body and I could feel her body sag as we both got lost in the momentary pleasure. I kissed her with vigor and passion and when we stopped we were breathless and slightly disheveled. I had a wide grin on my face and naughty sense of satisfaction as I had to lend support for her wobbly legs as we stated on our way to dinner. The restaurant was pub like and had a great atmosphere with lots of locals crowding the bar and tables which we took as a good sign. If the locals were here in force it had to be reasonably inexpensive and there was a very good chance the food would be pretty good too. That was our thinking anyway and we weren’t disappointed. The food was fantastic and the spirits as fun as the local beer. There was a Soccer game on the numerous televisions and most of the crowd was enthusiastic enough to get us caught up in the excitement. When the favored team won the place erupted in cheers and free flowing drinks. The best part was the hug she gave me when the game was over and it reminded me I had other appetites to satisfy as well. After the celebrations died down we decided to leave and walk around a bit before heading back to our room.
As much as I would have liked to taken her straight to bed I needed time to digest and walk off some of the beer floating in my head. This was out final night on out mini vacation and when I finally did take her to bed later I wanted none of my senses dulled a single iota. In the cool night air we strolled through the village and window shopped finding countless times to pause for a kiss. After and an espresso at an outdoor café I felt invigorated warm and flushed. Some of which I could blame on the hot coffee and caffeine but mostly I was stoked from the sexy looks she cast my way as we made small talk over our intimate table. We wandered around seemingly without a goal but after about an hour of strolling we found ourselves back in front of the hotel and from the look in her eye there was no doubt we were done walking. Back in our romantically moonlit room we started to disrobe each other and it was like we were doing a tango. It was graceful sexy and erotic so much more than just us slowly helping each other to take off their clothes. I thought how this was so much the inverse of or relationship up until just a few days ago when it was electronic and strictly verbal. Now without a word we communicated so much more of our wants and desires than any words could possibly convey. I loved peeling off her layers and revealing her body a little at a time and each new exposure titillated and escalated my passionate drives. While my base instincts and urges were aflame I felt no rush to tear off our clothes and consummate the evening but more a deep pleasure to savor and enjoyed this striptease dance between us.
It was almost as pleasurable as the physical side of our encounters and the anticipation only heightened the whole process. Her body was warm and soft and was pure joy to hold and caress. Especially when it was pressed tightly into mine while we kissed just as explorative and intimately. She cooed a symphony of sweet moans and it made me think of how much I enjoyed exploring her terrain and all the ways I could evoke sweet sounds of pleasure from her. I also reminded myself about how much I didn’t know about her yet and how eager I was to learn as much as I can. This gave me an exciting idea and I thought it out just a smidge before I started to implement my plan. I wanted to repay her so to speak for my wonderful morning present and by putting my oral skills to the task for maximum effect. As I slipped off her panties from behind, no pun intended, I held her naked body up against mine kissing her along the shoulder all the way up to her ear which I suckled for extra emphasis. Then I whispered in her ear my implicit instructions letting my hot breath tickle her ear as much as my words were trying to excite her mind. Softly I spoke and told her I was going to lie down and she was to straddle my chest and bring her delicate flower up to my lips where I would spend as much time as I could exploring the intricate details of her blossoming anatomy.
Her body trembled at my words and I could feel her breathing a little faster in anticipation as I moved us to the edge of the bed. I hated to lose that warm electric contact of her body but I had to leave it for a moment to lie down. I managed to hold her hand while I moved into place and she quickly climbed on the bed and them on me to bring me my passion flower up close. With her hands on the headboard she let her weight gently rest on my chest and shoulders. Finally there was the object of my desire mere inches away from my face reminding me of a bud just before it opens. I could smell her musky fragrance and my nose drank It deep. Like sampling an expensive perfume that evokes memories stirs feelings and leaves you in a mental fog. My hands caressed her legs while my lips planted soft kisses on her inner thighs as I leaned forward to get to closer to my goal and my warm humid breath tickled her skin. I licked my lips to make them softer and kissed soft pecks all around her sensitive triangle. I felt her delicate fingers stroking my hair matching the gentleness of my kisses and taking my tempo from her I tightened my circle of attention and began to use my tongue as well.
I licked up and down the sides of her pulsing lips just barely touching them as I tested every inch I could reach for sensitivity and its vocal response. While the tickling was fun I was a man in the desert in dire need of a drink and I turned my focus to extracting the liquid I so desired. I reached up and over her legs and gently pulled the surrounding skin to separate her petals ever so slightly. Then I let my tongue explore each side before sliding into the opening between them to probe the slick sensitive flesh they covered. She quivered at my touch and gasped with pleasure as I opened her wider and wider never stopping my probing and tracing of invisible patterns on her delicate skin.Next I flattened my tongue to press that wild flower for a moment before I dragged it upwards in a slow motion lap. She was oozing droplets of slippery sweet nectar for me and it was not only delicious but it was a super pheromone that drew me in like a bee making my stinger throb with delight the time my tongue made first contact. I resisted the urge to thrust in deep and devour her with reckless abandon but I kept my libido under reasonable control and continued my erotic explorations. Lapping over the hood got me an extra gasp so I made sure where ever I licked or tickled or suckled I ended up gliding over or bumping that most electric of areas.
I could have teased and tasted her for as long as she wanted but when I sucked her hood into my lips she started inching forward wordlessly begging for more. With her nexus of pleasure in my wet lips I started gently sucking and bobbing my lips up and down that little nipple of protruding flesh. While that drove her crazy she escalated things by grinding her mound into the bones of my entire mouth as I suckled away. Covered by a thick layer of skin and lips the bones in my chin and face made a perfect saddle to go for a ride upon. With every passing second she increasingly bucked and ground harder and faster covering half my face in her warm slick honey. With a firm grip on the headboard she squirmed and wriggled a dance on my face like I've never had before. With two handfuls of her rump I helped glide the rounded edge of my chin into those regions that desired that deep kind of pressure most and I could hear the urgency in her vocal passions that the climatic moment was almost upon me. Thrashing on my face she rode out three or four orgasmic contractions and while her body convulsed and shook I tried to hang on for the ride. Each explosive wave flooded me with her salty goodness which I did my best to drink in deeply. Despite my efforts to swallow every drop I still was completely drenched in her slippery lubrication which it seemed she was now trying to grind into my face as if we were mortar and pestle. For a while she seemed stuck on the threshold of yet another powerful orgasm teetering on the edge of the intense pleasure and its explosive conclusion.
Wanting to help I changed our angle and let her grind that pearl right on the point of my chin and after a few seconds she peaked for a final explosive time. I tired to continue my dedicated work but she was couldn’t keep her balance on that orgasmic high wire and fell back and collapsed atop me panting like a sprinter at the finish line. While she caught her breath and composure I savored the wonderful aroma and taste she had and wiped off all her warm melted butter from my face. While her breathing returned to normal I rolled her off me and onto her back where it was my turn to climb on top. She looked up at me dreamily and I straddled her torso leaving my most excited piece of anatomy hovering over her chest. I knew she was spent and probably had no energy for me and I wasn’t expecting any effort after that but I was so turned on from all that just had transpired felt I had to take matters into my own hand.
Smiling sweetly up at me I started to stroke myself to relieve this tremendous sexual tension I had inside. It didn’t take long for me to reach my peak and with a few grunts of pleasure I emptied all over her chest. I let each spurt fall on a different place paying particular attention to those perky nipples and as I shook with the after affects I watch some pool in the indent at the base of her neck. Grabbing my throbbing hardness she swirled it around her body rubbing in the melting liquid like I had done earlier on my own face. Suddenly I felt drained as it all started to catch up with me. I felt the weight of exhaustion on my shoulders as this long weekend of hiking and exploring not only a new place but each other and ourselves as well all caught me. My body now desired rest above all else and as I tried to lie beside her I collapsed into a heap while trying to gently lay down. With just purrs of contentment we snuggled into the spoons position and barely said goodnight before mental and sexual fatigue sent us off to our dreams.
The next morning we woke to yet another sensual escapade yet this time it was very different from everything else we’ve done these past few days. We knew today was going to be a whirlwind of activities and travel since we were heading back to the city to explore as much as we could before we had to board a very fast plane that would bring us back to where we started. After that the prospects of fun like the kind we were having this weekend diminished greatly. I didn’t know what was going to become of us after this trip and I had tried to think about it as little as possible. On this mini vacation we lived together like a couple and it was better than we could ever have imagined. I never thought the wonderful online relationship we had would ever translate to the real world so easily and so well.
Back home it was going to be much different story since we lived far enough apart that commuting was out of the question and the roots of family, friends and career ran extremely deep for both of us and are quite difficult if not impossible to break from and leave behind. I could never ask her to leave all she loved and worked for behind and neither would she ask that of me. So here we were in a comfy warm bed with the comforter seemingly the only buffer between us and the cold cruel world. We mutually agreed to hide beneath it as long as possible. We both didn’t want this trip to end and that sentiment manifested itself in our lovemaking that morning. There was no wild experimentation or bold plans of pleasure nor grand schemes of seduction. This time it was the most beautiful session we ever had and it left the deepest impression one me of this whole weekend.
Wordlessly we folded together and I felt no urgency like I had felt before. Previously it was about exploring the many avenues of pleasure and the goal of that climatic end. Now the focus was our sharing our intimacy without facades or pressures. The kissing was even sweeter and more loving that ever before as was our caressing and touching. In fact we did more holding onto each other than anything else this time, neither wanted to let the other go. We reached our climax almost in unison and it wasn’t the bed shaking tremors like we usually had but it was something much deeper and truly moving. It was like the difference between watching fireworks and watching the sunrise. The first is exciting but the other touches you in an entirely deeper and different place and you are not the same after such an experience.
We laid in bed as long as we could enjoying our last few long minutes of the more intimate time left to our excursion. There would be plenty of holding hands and stolen kisses and naughty touches when privacy allowed but no more full fledged passion. That would have to wait till we returned and figured out a way to continue this journey at home. Once again we took to the road waving good bye to that small town we still think fondly about and headed off to finish our trip. I didn’t know what the future would be and how we would work things out if it was at all possible. What I did know was the immense joy it was to be with her even if it was just seeing her screen name on my desktop every day and I made a mental note to tell her that every chance I could get.