I wore my hair up that night. It is my favorite. The smallest breeze would caress my neck and my nipples immediately respond. My secret erotic spot. Soft curls tickle my skin. A new lotion has my tanned skin glimmering and it’s scent is soft and romantic. It’s going to be an interesting evening. Even if only I sense it.
We have all been friends for a long time. New people come and go but there is a core group that has remained. I hadn’t gotten to know some who where mingling around the yard yet but the atmosphere was certainly conducive to making new friends. Was it just her?
He’s here. I can feel him. As I continue talking with friends, my eyes begin to wander. Searching for that face. The women had formed their own little circle, as they often do, to share details usually of interest only to them. She is most often bored with such things but humors them. We all catch up on the latest happenings in each others lives and the party gets off to a great start. Catching him out of the corner of her eye, he is circling. Waiting. I try to avoid eye contact as I am sure everyone will see. I am happy to continue to keep it all inside but my eyes always spill the truth. Maybe I wanted him to.
As the evening goes on and the spirits flow, I find myself far more relaxed than I intended and I was enjoying his pull. He has made his way around to everyone and was standing just behind me sharing tales of high school with his friends. Occasionally he would back up and turn to apologize for bumping in to me. Intentional? Oh to have known him back then. My heart beats a little faster just imagining the nights after football games. Parking spots and messy hair. Telling myself…just breathe and go find a chair out by the candles before she tells on herself.
Finally I allow myself to say hello. I try to find questions to ask about his day as my mind just keeps screaming…“fuck me now”! I close my legs tighter as the spasm subsides. Given I have kept this under control for so long, I move through the conversation without giving myself away. I am frantically looking for my drink…must have another one to stop the quivering. Diverting my eyes as much as I can, I finally look right at him. He looks into my eyes and forces me to allow him to look deep enough and long enough to see what I am trying to hide. He smiles just enough to let me know…..he knows.
Handsome, rugged, well ridden, strong, seasoned and most of all…he has the hands of a real man. Not those soft, pale never touched dirt kinda hands. I had heard he did construction work for some time…that would explain the hands. I don’t know what it is about a man’s hands that is so provocative for me. His were perfect. I wanted to feel them touching me, feeling my soft skin, feeling me tremor underneath his touch. I am sure he has had his share of women but never one like me. I was confident.
As the night progressed, I found him closer to me. He had found his way in to a chair next to me. Hanging out in a mutual friend’s back yard and it had gotten dark. Only the light from Tiki torches illuminated faces. It was a very romantic and sexy setting in my mind. Lost on everyone else. I struggled to stay focused on the topic at hand. I noticed my panties were wet just because of his closeness and my imagination shifted in to third gear.
The light from the kitchen ceiling was a bit bright. I decided to take a trip to the bathroom just to calm down. I went in and closed the door. Running cold water on my hands and talking to myself in the mirror. Giggling about my predicament and intoxicated that no one else knew what I was feeling. My breasts felt heavy as if they were swollen…those hands. Taking deep breaths and adjusting my clothes, I open the door. He’s there. I feel my face flush and he immediately steps forward as I take a step back. He closes the door behind him.
Gently he cradles my face and kisses me gently. How did he know I have longed for a man to do that? His passion is revealed. My legs are weak. I can feel his hard cock against my leg and I fight the temptation to introduce myself. He turns me around slowly. As I catch a glimpse in the mirror, my nipples are telling him not to stop. He kisses the back of my neck and works his way around the side. Soft kisses and I feel the tip of his tongue at times. He whispers…“I want to taste you”. My pussy has become so wet, I am surprised its not spilling on to the floor. The waves of passion are almost too much and I am dizzy. He has his arms around my waist and his cock rubs up against my ass. He finds my hard nipples and begins to massages my breasts. Gently rubbing them through my shirt. My pussy was contracting so hard I almost couldn’t stand. I wanted to turn around and take control but I was enjoying letting him conduct this play.
He moves his hand down to my hips, then my ass. My eyes are closed and I just want to feel him against my back, breathing on my neck. He brings his hands up between my thighs and finds what he wants. I had worn shorts given the recent heat wave and as I had crossed and uncrossed my legs all night..the sensation had just fueled my thoughts. No other man had ever examined my body like he was. I was breathless and self-conscience. His hand found its way underneath my shorts and he discovered my soaked panties. As he uses his fingers to explore, he takes my hand and guides it to my saturated pussy. Lifting my hand, he takes my fingers in to his mouth and sucks them gently. Tasting. He licks them clean and asks for more. I am happy to feed him.