After last night's writing I really made an attempt to just go to bed. No touching. No rubbing. No working myself up and no releasing. Thought, how intense would it be had I waited. Waited until I heard him again? Let 'this' build up. No self pleasuring until I hear him again. However, it didn't happen. I kept thinking how he would sound telling me to not say anything or I'd be punished. Thinking of what the punishment could be. I reread the first time we met.
I made my way to the laundry room, this time to make my washing machine shake. No warm up, no formal introduction necessary just get in there fingers. Holding onto the washer with one hand as my right hand knows it's place slide it down my panties. My wrist I notice is 'tired'. Well girl too bad I don't feel like plugging in the back massager (really need a new vibrator). Thoughts come easily. Starting out the same. Him coming up behind me. Moving my hair aside to kiss my neck. Then he gently bites my neck. This time he doesn't take over for me. Part of the tease. His hands slide down my hips to the sides of my legs. Leaving gentle kisses on my neck, he in a breathy whispers, "What's going on here?" A purring moan leaves me, he knows what's going on, he's playing with me and I don't want him to stop. His hands make their way to my waist, he lifts my large tshirt and presses him self firmly up against me. I can feel how hard he is through his underwear. He wants me, but like an animal with it's prey, the delectable meal must be savored and played with first. I'm getting wetter. Fingers working my clit much more purposeful as now I need a release. Patience. Explore this fantasy. I can feel his body pressure leave me and can tell he's removing the rest of his clothing. My thighs shake more in excitement. He pushes me down over the machine taking his foot taps the inside of my foot to signal for me to spread my legs wider; he's coming in. Teases. He doesn't, he instead is grabbing my breasts through my shirt. Gently squeezing my nipples. I need to feel his flesh on mine. As that thought leaves me I can feel his hands reach under my shirt grabbing my soft breasts, kneading, squeezing. Legs shaking more, I'm now close to cumming. He removes his hands from my eager hard tits and with his hands to my waist, he turns me around. Not from behind this time. I'm glad. I want to see him, his face while I'm cumming. He lifts me. With my elbows bent they're on the washer for balance and support. His hands under my ass, no teasing the pussy this time, his hard massive cock slides right in. Ohhh gawd. My pussy is getting wetter. My legs splayed, semi on the washer, so open and vulnerable to his penetration he is in control of how deep, how slow, or fast. I can see a look on his face, his eyes smiled. Now he's biting his lip. Words are being mumbled as moans increase with movement. The pulling and pushing of his cock sliding in deeply and pulling out of my pussy is getting me so close. Biting my lip I hold fast to locking my eyes onto his. I badly want to see him while he's cumming inside me. I want him to see the bliss on my face the moment I climax. Eye contact during an orgasm is other worldly, soul fucking. My breaths are starting to quicken. Now I'm holding them as I'm coming closer. Fingers moving faster, circling frantically wishing this was really happening. I can feel the muscles inside tighten for something that isn't there, squeezing. Envisioning him biting his lip as he's getting closer. A few quick breaths being held in, quiet, only the sound of my wet pussy being worked-my body tightens, thighs tremble and a deep low moan releases as waves of my intense orgasm is washing over me. A sigh of release. Felt this had to be done. First, because I did work myself up from rereading my own stuff about him, but second because if I were to hear from again...my heart is pounding just thinking about the possible next encounter I'd lose it. The anticipation and the idle time that has transpired since our last encounter unexpectedly has initiated a slow build up. A slow burn. Perhaps had we spoken daily the magic wouldn't be so captivating. Now I'd likely lose it on the spot if I were to hear his voice. I've got a shiny wrapped present. I know that what's inside is something I've needed. Something I've wanted and know I will thoroughly enjoy. However I'm not allowed to open. Can't touch. Just remember how it was opening the previous package. (she said package-sorry couldn't help myself) Heart rate rising. Heat rising. Hands perspiring; he could hear whenever I would rub my hands together, I told him it was the game really it was him. The memory. Fantasy of the possible next meeting. I can totally play it cool. Unaffected. Maybe. A breathy laugh escapes me realizing this time in between, this 'nothing' has become foreplay. So much pressure built up. I had thought the fallen silence since our last encounter was him being 'skerd', but I'm thinking deep inside me, it might be me. He's unlocked something inside me that I had said good bye to 18 years ago. I don't think I could be casual the next time I hear his voice. Being cool would fail me. Would he know instantly? Would I blush? Lose my breath? My leg is shaking now as I think I know the answer. Curious if memories of senses are stored in different parts of the brain or affected differently. Two Snaps of his cock (I for some reason get turned off by the word dick-maybe 'cause I've used it to describe people) and it's burned into my brain. I can easily get it up. Recall the picture in my mind, but his voice- it's starting to fade. That sucks.
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