The slight friction of hands easing up my thighs, over my hips and the cool fingertips on my skin as they began to dip below the waistband of my jeans turned my legs to Jell-o. My heart thundered in anticipation. I know I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this but I can't make my voice work to put an end to it all; can't make my legs move me away from these hands. His scent wafts up from the shirt I am wearing, swirls through my head and muddles my thoughts further. I am not sure if I really want to go this far but the moistened breath on my tummy begs me to forget all boundaries.
My skin tingles where those cool fingers brush against me; they work their way to the button on my jeans by the time I find the strength to make my legs move. Desperate to clear my mind, hesitant to go any further with this; I take half a step back. I gasp as I feel the button on my jeans pop open. I look down and see sandy hair fall forward as a hand wraps behind my right thigh to urge me closer still. The hand caresses as it slides up my back. As that cool hand finds it, my bra is unclasped and drops halfway down my arms as the full weight of my breasts falls free. Swollen with desire, they ache to be suckled.
The smooth cool hands on my abdomen leave a trail of fire on my skin as they work their way up to my breasts. Somehow my bra is MIA; this is going to fast – I can’t breathe, I am so confounded. Do I stop this? Do I want to stop? Ever persistent, the hands cup my breasts, roll my nipples between a thumb and finger and I can feel the desire swell, pulling deep in my abdomen; while my mind is torn between right and wrong, my body can’t figure out the difference.
I have to do something. The silence is closing in while the passion is fighting to burst out of me.
I look down at the sandy hair again as the hands burn a trail slowly back down to my waistband. My breath catches in my throat; I have to figure this out. In an attempt to make eye contact, I try to lift the head up. My effort is short lived as I feel the zipper on my jeans being tugged down. Ever so softly, warm lips pressed against the skin just above my panties. There is no way I can stop this now.
The soft kisses feel exquisite. Any hesitation I had felt disappears as my jeans are guided down. Kisses trace along my panties; the hands are so cool and yet they leave a fiery trail up my legs as they glide back up to my waist. I rest my hand in the sandy hair as I feel my panties fall down. Fire burns where the hands touch my thighs. They’re coaxing my legs apart and I can feel the dampness give away my body’s eagerness. As a finger slithers in me I grab at the hair. Waves of desire rake my body as the finger slips in and out. Gasping for a breath, I arch my back and rise up on my tiptoes as I climax. It is over too soon.
As my heart slows to a normal rhythm I can feel the hands circle around my thighs. I make no sudden movements as I’m not sure how to proceed from here so I just hold the head against me.
The door bursting open with Joe’s calls for me stops my heart and freezes me in place. Oh my God! What is he going to say?
“Babe, where are you? Everyone is looking. . .” he was saying. His face surprises me as he begins to smile instead of yelling. He actually laughs at us! I can’t believe it, he is laughing?
“Well hell you finally tried it and I missed it! Why didn’t you girls tell me?” he says as he walks out.
* this is a creative piece I wrote while on vacation
