The Intimate Act

Posted by Me on 14-09-2007 21:09:00 | Permalink | Comments

We are going to the movies to relax, have a fun time, we picked a light comedy for simple entertainment and did not intend on having to think to much. An evil idea had popped into my mind earlier and I am prepared to follow through with it. We arrive a little bit late, which is good as we find a row in the back of the theater that is empty. You throw me a puzzled look as we usually do not sit in the back. I ignore it and sit down.

Maybe my body-language is giving me away, you keep looking at me as if there is something wrong, the first half hour of the movie passes and nothing happens, I can see you are relaxing, not expecting any disturbances. Eventually I put my hand on your thigh, you are wearing a loose skirt and I can feel the shape of your legs through the skirt. At first my hand stays in one spot, just like it usually does. I pause for a little bit to give you more confidence that nothing is going to happen.

A little later my finger start to wander, they start circling, rubbing, massaging lightly and moving closer and closer to the inside of your thighs. From experience I know that you are very sensitive there and I know that you will figure out what is in store for you once I hit those areas. You turn towards me and give me a pleading look, as if to say “why here ?”. My fingers start making their way further up, towards your love triangle and I can feel that you are getting into this, you are breathing more rapidly and every once in a while a little sigh escapes you. I look into your eyes and put my fingers to my lips, telling you, commanding you to be quiet. Your eyes tell me silently that you will obey and not a sound escapes your lips further more.

My fingers have made their way to your underwear, they can feel you moisture through the slip you are wearing and are slowly starting to work your mound, splitting your lips through the fabric of your panties, rubbing and tweaking them caressing them. I have not paid attention to the progress of the movie, but it seems that things are starting to wind down. I shift the fabric that blocks my access slight to the side and insert a finger into your hole. From what I can feel things have been working out very well for you and as I see the end of the movie coming closer and closer I begin the finger work that will bring you to your close.

As I start playing with your clitoris I can feel your body quiver, a slight sigh escapes your lip but it is silenced by the stern look I give you in reply. Your nub has come out of it's sheath and is giving me a nice target to play with. I push it down and run my fingers across it back and forth. I flick my fingers over it, wiggling it. I can see that each action brings you closer and closer, but I don't want to release you yet. You look at me questioningly, when am I going to finish, you don't want to be seen. But I am holding. I know my timing has been true as the end credits start to roll and I push you over the edge. As the lights start to come back on you shudder, but I can see that you are constraining yourself, you don't want anybody to realize what has happened. As people move out I feel another constrained shudder, you are a good actress and one or two looks hit us that might have figured out what happened in the last row.

Posted by Me on 06-09-2007 22:43:00 | Permalink | Comments

I have been watching you for the last two hours, the scenery outside the window of this compartment is moving by at the leisurely speed of this local train. I have not noticed any as my eyes had been busy roaming up and down your body. You have had my attention ever since you entered my compartment but you haven been so busy reading your book that you have not noticed. I my mind I have undressed you so often that I know every detail of you wardrobe, imagined or real.

The red summer dress that you are wearing with the zipper that catches right underneath your shoulder blades, once unzipped though it slides off easily revealing a matching bra and garter set, attached to the garter belt are a pair of skin colored stockings. The bra unhooks easily and reveals your ample breasts. My hands want to feel them and hold them but I refrain, my fingers move lightly down your body brushing your stomach to come to rest at your hips. I pause and decide to move lower, down along your legs. I lightly hold each foot as I take off your shoes. I feel the shape of your feet brushing, almost massaging the arch of each foot and rolling the toes under my fingers.

My hands wander up along your legs to your panties they slowly pull them down revealing a smoothly shaved love triangle. I let my fingers roam around your hips and thighs before the open up the clips of the garter with the slightest click. Freed from the constraint of the straps I roll each stocking down each leg with my fingers fluttering along the insides of your calves. I try to be careful and not rip them, that would be a shame. I set them aside to admire you only the garter dressing you much more like and accessory. This is how I think how you deserve to be undressed and how each piece of clothing on your body should be give the proper respect.

The train is slowing down and you look up from your book straight into my eyes, I give you a friendly smile without reservations and you reward me with a shy one as you get up and gather your belongings.

Posted by Me on 30-08-2007 06:00:00 | Permalink | Comments

We were taking a small hike through the woods to one of our most favorite spots, the weather seemed very nice but had already started turning on our way, the wind had kicked up and we had seen the clouds form. We choose to ignore those signs as we both thought ahead to those moments we usually shared in our spot in the middle of the woods. We always chose a weekday when we knew there would be nobody around, as we had today. We pack a light picnic and a couple of sturdy blankets. As the picnic progresses the clothes drop and we are at it fairly quickly.

Today was a little bit different, the changing weather must have given us a greater sense of urgency. We do not even unpack our picnic and I have to concetrate to not tear your clothes while I rip them off your body. I can see that look in your face that tells me that foreplay is only be an unwelcome distraction. As usually you get onto you hands and knees and I enter you from behind, very quickly we find the rythm, the one that we both enjoy and are comfortable with. I feel the a drop of rain fall on my face, I look at your back as see it slowly getting wetter and wetter. You turn your head and look at me questioningly. I just smile and keep going.

The rain is getting stronger and stronger and our exitement is rising as we are both getting completely wet. This only spurns me on, i can feel the drops of rain all over my body, I can see you wet skin glisten from the wetness of the rain. I turn you over and pretty soon the sound of the rain is joined by our mutual noises of excitement, intertwined bodies rubbing against each other, lubricated by the rain water. The rising excitement just makes us less inhibited, we are getting louder and more vocal. As we reach our climax our finals screams fill the dripping wet space around us we collapse into the comfort of our arms the all enveloping rain.

Posted by Me on 28-08-2007 08:00:00 | Permalink | Comments

We snuck into this room holding hand and giggling like little schoolkids, we had to make sure nobody had seen us, and that no one was following us. Once inside we could not keep our hands off each others body. You pulled my shirt out of my pants and started frantically rubbing my chest. On my way to your tits I had unbuttoned your blouse barely managing to keep myself from ripping it apart. For a while we just stood there kissing passionately, but we knew that were not going to have much time to ourselves. So I pulled down your panties to gain access to your clit and your hole and told you to wrap your arms around my neck. With little effort I pulled you off your feet holding you by the small of your back.

There was not a lot of space in this room, but I made a step and felt that the wall was now supporting your back. Looking deeply into your eyes I slowly inserted my dick into your hole. The excitement of this adventure had made sure that there was no problem for sliding in and out. With your back agianst the wall I had enough leverage to pound you, with each of my strokes I went a little bit deeper. Each of my strokes made the two of us bang against the wall we were leaning on. While you arms were wrapped our my neck your legs were holding onto my hips, I hardly had support your weight with my hand. The depth of you kisses grew with each of my strokes.

The noise of a toilet flushing distracted us for a moment, the automatic flusher in our stall had gone off. I had distracted us but it was not keeping us from our main goal. Banging faster and faster we come to a point where we both know that the other is almost ready to come. A groan escapes you that slowly turns into a scream of passion as we go through our orgasm together. We pause for a moment drinking from the excitement and then quickly gather up our belongings to head out and maybe hit another toilet on the metro line to our home

Posted by Me on 26-08-2007 07:00:00 | Permalink | Comments