eager7.txt

   I close my eyes.
   The image of you is so vivid, it seems as though I can feel body heat,
radiation.  I can smell your scent, and I can see you're wearing a thick terry
cloth robe.
   The room we're in is big, spacious, fashionably empty.  Pastel colored
pillows line one wall.  On the opposite wall is a very modern, streamlined
fireplace - lit and crackling.  Soft shadows playing the walls as if it were a
movie screen.  A bay window looks out onto the ocean.  The tide beating on the
shore mix with fire sounds, causing a pulsating effect.  Hanging from the
middle of the ceiling (surrounding a four-post king-sized feather-bed) is a
mesquite cloth canopy.  I can see the light from the fire dancing through the
canopy, giving the whole room a very ethereal quality.
   I'm dressed in a floor length white silk kimono, tied loosely at the waist.
It shows very little of my white lace camisole underneath.  My hair is pulled
up loosely with a silver barrette.  Strands of it are still wet from the
bubble bath I recently stepped out of.
   I sit you down on the floor pillows, and pour us both a glass of chilled
champagne.
   Slowly I untie the belt holding your robe closed.  I don't take it off,
only pull it away so I can see your body (you're wearing nothing underneath).
   I'm standing now, above you, looking directly into your eyes.
   Holding my glass in one hand, I undo the tie to my gown, letting it slide
over my shoulders down my back to the floor.  It falls in a white "puddle" at
your feet.  This is the first time you've seen my "outfit".  It is white lace
and very low cut in front.  You can only see the outline of my breasts, and my
now erect nipples.  The panties are French cut, lace outlines my hips.  It is
soft, satiny.  I take your hand.  I want you to feel it.  I lick between your
fingers and kiss and nibble your fingertips.  I put them to my chest, moving
them down slowly to my hips, letting you trace the 'V' between my legs.
Letting you feel the dampness on my panties, only for a moment.
   I slip my undies down, giving them to you.  You rub them lightly across
your now hard cock.
   With my camisole still on, I straddle you, taking your penis in my hands
and trace you up and down and around with my fingers.  I then bring it down
between my legs, so you can feel my wetness.
   I slide you deep inside of me.  I pull my top off over my head and exposing
my breasts (which are very firm and erect) I rub them back and forth across
your chest.
   While chewing lightly on your ears and shoulders, I brace myself on my
knees letting my hair down.  I falls to my shoulders.  You reach for it,
running your hands all through it, tugging and pulling at it softly.  As I am
keeping pace, sliding up and down on you.  I am filled with you.
   We go on like this until we are both ready to come.  It feels as though you
are getting bigger, swelling, as I'm getting tighter around you, contraction.
   I know it is time.  Reluctantly and slowly, I pull away from you.  I lead
you to the bed.  We relax and play and snuggle close, letting the urgency
subside.  You then produce some sort of body oil and start massaging my
breasts, making them glisten, making them warm and slippery.  You pour some
oil into my hands and I reach for you.
   I start at your balls and work my way up, rolling you between my palms,
making you hard again.
   With more oil you rub the insides of my thighs out towards my hips and up
onto my stomach.  You then work your way down between my legs again.  With
your lubricated fingertips you run them up and down my lips making them moist.
You then slip your finger inside felling the smoothness and warmth of me.
   With your other hand you find my clitoris, working it gently, increasing
pressure.  You make me so warm, warm and wet.  I reach climax with your finger
still in me.  Ohhh God.  Oh Tim, what you do to me!
   I am still cumming as you spread my legs and enter me again.  You hold my
legs up, allowing deep penetration.  My arms are up underneath yours, holding
on to your sides.  I run my nails softly from your bottom up your back.
   The oil and our perspiration mixing make our bodies glide together.
   Each time our bodies meet, each roar of the tide, each breath, becomes
louder and louder until it fills the room with sounds of our lovemaking.
   We never seem to miss a beat as we increase our pace, building each other
up until you're are ready to explode inside me.  Our bodies come together in
one fired urgent thrust.
   I come again and this time feeling you come with me, filling me with you
doubles my sensitivity and pleasure.
   We stay where we are, you still enveloped in my warmth.
   Our breathing decreases slowly, and once again the sounds of the tide, and
the snapping fire takes over, lending itself to our "afterglow".
   We caress, kiss and whisper lingeringly, slowly giving in to deep,
contented sleep.