waiting
It has been months since we were last together, you have thrown yourself into your work to attempt to ignore your desire. It works to a point, but every now and then the dam walls burst as the floodwaters are released in response to my words, aching like a throb into your soul. The eroticism, sensuously snaking into the void in your belly, arousing that now familiar heat. One last shop in New York City. I have told you to buy something to anticipate your arrival. I am specific. The instruction appeals to your free spirited soul being bound by your adoration for me. The willingness to be dominated both scaring you and ridiculously arousing you. You realise how turned on you are just thinking about shopping for me. My instructions: silk stockings (black), Red soled shoes (black) g-string (diaphanous black) bra (black) perfume, smile, arrive wanting me with every fibre in your body. One more instruction, wear something just a little too risqué for your comfort zone. I want you aware of your desire and need for me the entire trip. You are hopelessly wet and needy just touching the underwear in the shops knowing the pleasure of seeing you in each item would bring me and in turn us. you are horrified at the way it is turning you on remorselessly. You touch yourself lightly in the changing room, wondering about the look on my face were i with you.
You have waxed for me and the feeling of your sensitive, freshly waxed skin against the sexy lingerie arouses you. The pull of the fabric against your overly sensitive clitoris makes it impossible to sleep on the long trip to me. The need burning deep inside. I have told you, you may touch yourself on the plane, but save orgasming until you are with me. Obeying is killing you. You need the release now. Your breasts are swollen, almost painful, your panties soaked, you know how much I would enjoy knowing. And the deferral is amazing. Each bump of the plane in the air titillating you impossibly further. Touching yourself surreptitiously through your clothes makes you stifle a moan. You eventually fall asleep after hours on the cusp of coming. You awaken to breakfast and notice of imminent landing, the throb is still there. Your mind pictures being taken at last by your lover. You picture slow and agonising, fast and powerful and your favourite, held in place with a little painful nibbling, keeping you on the edge of orgasm until we can’t take it a moment more and we collapse, orgasmic together.
As you await the baggage collection, you begin to wonder what the time apart will do to our connection. Has the hunger built? You have bought silk restraints, and the thought of revealing your purchase to me scares you further. The revealing, layer by layer of your true needs and desires scares you more. Honesty makes it more real, but always the known silly fear of rejection of one’s true self interferes. You gulp as the realisation, that you are now totally happy to reveal your true self dawns on you, and the ache in your belly, the throb in your clitoris intensifies. Your hunger need and desire focus into a cheek flushing need to consume me now. A slight tremble runs up your spine. You feel the fabric of your black summer dress hug your skin, your nerves are so receptive, a glance up at a billboard exposes your reflection, and for once you see what I see in your new honesty. A sexy gorgeous erotic woman revealed to herself for the first time. You realise to fully love me you must love yourself. Your sexy confidence radiates, and as you almost imperceptibly straighten up, you notice several men eyeing you and instead of looking down or away as you might do normally, you push your shoulders back, that miniscule amount and relish the attention and finally understand how absolutely sexy the confidence you suddenly own is. You are liberated.
As I stand by the car waiting for you to come out, I notice the woman, some pretty, some plain. I enjoy looking, and it passes the time, I know your flight has arrived but am unsure when you will make it out. Will you still be so shyly gorgeous and sexy? Will you be wearing something amazing? Will it feel the same when we kiss? I am resolute it will. I notice how the woman passing by carry themselves, and it is always interesting. Some shyly reserved, some with bravado. All shapes, all sizes.
Something stirs in the air. There is almost a stunned moment and I look up to what all the sudden diverted attention is from those around me, what are they looking at. I see legs striding out the doors, I notice the perfect heels, and the unmistakeable look of real stockings under a black dress. Before my eyes can work their way up the revealing of the honest confidence in this woman stirs me awake sexually, as I notice the clingy fabric of the dress show the curves of her sexy body, I feel my cock stir into hardness. I see a gorgeous face framed by perfect hair, her eyes are locked on me! as my breath catches as I realise it is you! In my un-breathing gasp I am wordless, caught in rapture. You walk directly at me, eyes on me the whole way. I drink you in, the tension unbearable. As you wordlessly close the distance i tremble slightly. You come to me, your eyes captivating me, I feel your body suck mine in and your lips meet mine as my head spins, as you press into me, it is not as if you never left, It is the closest i have ever felt to anyone. My hunger for you so great I could take you right now, everyone else has melted away into meaninglessness. You hold the embrace until your hand travels slowly down my chest until a soft caress finds my stiff erection, At which point you break the greeting, saying “I missed you” I cannot help but groan now.
Catching up as we load into the car, the silence of you sitting next to me, you just looking at me is so intense. I begin to drive and keep turning to look at you, the grin visible for miles I am sure. I feel like a kid again. You seem to be enjoying, what must be my obviously visible lust and love as i feel your hand on my thigh. Your lips nuzzle my neck and I groan, concentrating on the driving. You pull away staring at me and i notice the mischievous glint in your eyes. You look at me as your hand travels from your shoulder, echoing your curves as we both realise your unprecedented exhibitionism revealing itself. As your hand finds your dress’ hem, your legs part as you draw the fabric up , revealing the tops of your stockings, the exposed soft skin of the tops of your thighs, and finally the black triangle of revealing fabric covering your sex, your fingertips follow my eyes as you let me see you caress yourself, as your body fills with renewed sexual power, as your true woman gets let out. You groan as your fingertip finds the wet tip of your clitoris and I am almost too dizzy to keep driving, the dual attention of the road and you overwhelming my senses. I gasp at your wilfulness, your sexiness, and I blurt out “I adore you”. Your hand leaves yourself and finds my hardness, pulling at the buttons on my jeans, your other hand finding your warm thighs, holding your moist heat in a pressing embrace as you r lips find my neck once more, your moan caressing my skin in a spine trembling moment. I realise you are about to fulfil my fantasy as your lips caress my chest, your teeth bite my hard nipples under my shirt, as your fingers draw my hard swollen cock out of my jeans. As your mouth embraces the tip of my cock, I am almost near orgasm, the moan emanating from your throat reveals you are too, it is blissfully all overwhelming.
As the orgasms fill the private space of the car, it dawns on me, the wait has been so worth it. I give myself to you. You are mine. We are complete at last.
