Encounter - (very Explicit)

The party has been going on for an hour or more.  The house is crowded and noisy; filled with the sounds of laughter and music and conversation.

We have been talking intently, sitting on the couch, surrounded by the crowd and the genial chaos.  When our eyes meet, your gaze is intense, smoky, questioning.  It feels as though all the other people in the room fade into the background.  I can feel the sexual tension building.  I want to touch you, feel your flesh, your heat.  I want to look into those incredible eyes in the throws of uncontrollable passion.  I want to get the hell away from all these damn people!

Suddenly you stand up and say “come with me, I want to show you something”.  You turn and walk away through the crowd.  For a second I watch your marvelous *** as you cross the room and head toward the back of the house then I rise to my feet and follow you.  I am trying to act sophisticated and nonchalant – when what I really want is to run after you like a boy.

You head down the hallway, stop at a corner and look back at me.  Your eyes have a mischievous twinkle that sets my pulse pounding.  You duck around the corner and I follow.  You seem to know exactly where you are going.

We are headed down a flight of stairs that leads to a lower floor.  I had no idea this was here.  The sounds of the party above have softened; reduced to a throbbing background. 

At the foot of the stairs is a small sitting room.  You are standing by a door on the other side and I join you.  As you open the door I see it is a small bathroom.  With a glance you point out that there is a lock on the door!

In an instant I understand.  I grab your hand and pull you inside.  We fall against the door in a passionate kiss as I reach down and push the lock.

Our bodies and lips are pressed tightly together.  My hands are moving over your clothes; feeling the curves and hollows of your body.  I have a powerful urge to tear your clothes off and take you right here in this cramped little room.

I move back trying to make space to lay you down.  Suddenly, the toilet catches the backs of my knees and, in an instant, I am sitting down with you standing in front of me.  I pull you to me and reach up under your top to feel the naked flesh of your belly, your ribs, the undersides of your soft breasts.  I slowly lift up your shirt; savoring this moment.  For a second, the undersides of your breasts get caught up in the fabric; then they tumble free; two wonderful almost translucent orbs of flesh with small pink marshmallow centers, ready to fill my palms with softness.

I caress each one, underside, top, that tender spot beneath your arms; then slide my fingertips out to trace those pink nipples.  I lean forward and begin to kiss them slowly, lingeringly, with wet lips and hungry tongue.  Your breath is coming faster.  Your hands are on my shoulders and I can feel you trembling as I gently suck each pink button into my mouth and caress it with my tongue.

I slide my hands down the bare skin of your back; down across the fabric of your skirt; onto the swell of your soft cheeks.  I give them a firm squeeze and my hands continue exploring down the backs of your thighs until I find naked flesh.

I begin to slide my hands back up those thighs; up under your skirt.  I feel you open your legs a little wider in anticipation and I slide my hands around to the inside of your thighs.  I am stroking the soft flesh, sliding my hands slowly up and up toward the source of that sweet musky scent that is filling the room.

You have your hands on my shoulders and your eyes are half closed, savoring the feeling of my touch upon your skin.  I can feel the heat coming from you as I reach the tops of your legs.  To my delight, you are not wearing pants; nothing to fumble with, I can just help myself to your sweet treasures.

My hands begin to explore your sex.  I stroke the soft outer lips with both hands.  One hand moves forward to settle in the back.  The other moves to the front and seeks out that sensitive, swollen button.  Every bit of you is slippery with your arousal.  Your swollen lips fall upon at my slightest touch. 

Soon I am stroking your throbbing **** with one hand, rhythmically squeezing it and gently tugging on it.  With two fingers of my other hand I have separated your lips and now I am slowly circling and stroking just inside the opening to your *****.  Your juice is running down my fingers.  The delicious scent of your sex is filling my nostrils, driving me to distraction.

I feel you moving your hips in rhythm to my hands.  I follow your lead and soon we have set up a fierce, insistent rhythm; you rocking and grinding your hips into my fingers; me stroking and squeezing and sliding in and out.

You move your hands onto the back of my head and pull my face into your breasts.  My mouth finds a tender nipple and I begin to suck and nip and stroke with my tongue.  Your hips are moving faster and faster. Your breathing is loud and rapid.  You are making soft moaning and growling sounds.  Suddenly I feel you increase the violence of your thrusts; your head goes back and your legs tense.

You shout in your ecstasy and I feel the ****** take you.  Your hands have moved back to my shoulders and you are digging your fingers into me.  My hands are flying over your *****, touching, stroking, rubbing, and bathing in the wetness and the tenderness of your sensitive flesh.  I can feel the electricity flowing from you into my hands.

Your ****** goes on for what seems a long time; then I feel your legs begin to shake and I reach up and pull you into my arms, support you and hold you for a while as you recover.

You smile a soft, ecstatic smile at me and I grin at you.  Then you reach down and touch the bulge in my pants.  You grin and unfasten my belt and zipper.  I rise slightly and pull down my pants and shorts.  My **** is free and standing very much at attention!

You wrap your soft hand around my **** and say “That was wonderful.  Let me say thank you”.  You start to slip down to your knees but I stop you.  “No, not like that”, I say, “Come here”.

I pull you toward me and lean back.  Now you are standing with your legs straddled over me.  I put gentle pressure on your shoulder with one hand; the other is holding my **** and guiding it toward your soft *****.  As you slip down, the tip presses against your opening, then slips inside and there you are; my **** is buried deep up inside you; at the core of your heat and wetness.

“Ride me”, I say, “Ride me!  **** us both into ecstasy”.

You put your hands on my shoulders.  You begin to rock your hips; slowly at first.  Then your strokes become more and more intense.  You are grinding your sex into mine; swirling your hips back and forth, side to side.  I am thrusting my hips up to meet you at each stroke.  My hands are holding your back and sliding down to squeeze the cheeks of your ***.  I pull you forward and bite and suck at your nipples.  You are working your **** hard into my rough pubic hair.

Suddenly, I feel the tempo of your movements become more intense.  I increase the speed and force of my thrusts.  I can feel your sex clenching at my ****.  I can feel that incredible tingling start at the base of my **** and radiate out until my whole body is tingling and my **** is on fire.

I throw my head back and gasp and growl as the *** spurts out of me over and over again.  You are thrashing your hips like a wild woman.  Your ****** fills all my senses, the sound of your cries, the scent of your sex, the taste of your flesh in my mouth, the sight of your face flushed and glowing with passion, the feel of your body wrapped around me as you tremble and pulse in ecstasy.

After a while you fall forward and bury your face in my shoulder.  I hold you until we recover.  Then we rise, clean up, adjust our clothes, kiss, and leave the room.  The sitting room is still empty – just as we left it.  You head up the stairs alone.  As you climb your eyes meet mine and I can see the promise in them.  Yes, we will definitely do this again!