The Intimate Act

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