Fantasies of things to come
I know that our relationship has been strange lately but even so, I felt that I had to come out to see you. I figured that if you would talk with me, maybe we could resolve some things. We sat and talked till really late and I felt like I was turning into a pumpkin. Your boarder was in her room as I went up to take a shower and go to bed. Not yours, in the guest room. Ah for the days back when....
I had just settled in when I heard you come up. You very forcibly closed your door. Well, I guess that answers that question, no? Then I heard you go into the bathroom and the water running in the shower. Hmmmm. You had said that you wouldn't share a bed with me but you didn't say anything about a shower. Should I? Dare I? You have no idea how I have dreamed about you, fantasized about you. What's the worst that can happen? You'll scream bloody murder? Not your style. You won't talk to me for a while? Been there, done it.
That's it. I'm going to try my luck. I get up and approach the door. My heart is beating about a million miles a minute. This is even worse than the very first time that we did anything together almost 20 years ago. I wasn't this scared then so why now? I put my hand out to the door and slowly rotate the door knob and push. It's open. Should I try slowly or just enter? Enter it is. I quietly close the door after me. The shower curtain is closed but I can see your silhouette through the curtain. Again, Should I? Dare I? I've gotten this far, onward! I put out my hand and take hold of the shower curtain and slowly open it up. You're just standing there. Not moving. I see the water coursing down your body, over your breasts, down to the mound of dark hair between your legs. And you are just looking at me neither inviting nor rejecting. Just looking as you sometimes do. No words, just the look.
Looking at you nude in the shower arouses me. I can feel myself hardening as I stand in front of you. I want to run my hands over you and soap you up. I take the soap thing from you hand, put some soap on it and begin. I start just under your chin, you neck, you shoulders. You raise your arms so that I can do your arms down to your fingers and back again. Down your side to your hips and up. Then down over your breasts. Your nipples become as erect as I am. Then down and between your legs. I enter the magic forest and hear your sharp intake of breath. As I rub a bit, you also begin to move in time with my hand.
We rinse the soap off and I want to taste you. I can smell the fragrance of the soap in the hair of your magic forest as my tongue searches out the special spot that I know will excite you. My finger parts your lips and slips inside of you. You're wet from the water and from your own juices. I can feel you pushing against my face, against my exploring fingers.
I join you in the shower, in the tub. I want to stand in back of you so that I can hold your breast in one hand and massage you with other. I want you to feel my hardness and how much I want you.
Your hand comes around in back and massages me. I can feel my desire bubbling and starting to boil. You spread your legs just a bit and guide me inside of you. Ah, I feel your warmth, your fire. I just want to stay like this and not move. But you do move. As I massage you with my hands, you massage me and I feel myself about to burst. You sense this and press against me and I shoot myself into you. I have to hold onto you in order not to fall. Slowly, you separate yourself from me and turn the water off. You take a towel and I help you dry yourself off. You take the towel and dry me off. Again, the look and you say
"You know that I won't share a bed with you."
I had just settled in when I heard you come up. You very forcibly closed your door. Well, I guess that answers that question, no? Then I heard you go into the bathroom and the water running in the shower. Hmmmm. You had said that you wouldn't share a bed with me but you didn't say anything about a shower. Should I? Dare I? You have no idea how I have dreamed about you, fantasized about you. What's the worst that can happen? You'll scream bloody murder? Not your style. You won't talk to me for a while? Been there, done it.
That's it. I'm going to try my luck. I get up and approach the door. My heart is beating about a million miles a minute. This is even worse than the very first time that we did anything together almost 20 years ago. I wasn't this scared then so why now? I put my hand out to the door and slowly rotate the door knob and push. It's open. Should I try slowly or just enter? Enter it is. I quietly close the door after me. The shower curtain is closed but I can see your silhouette through the curtain. Again, Should I? Dare I? I've gotten this far, onward! I put out my hand and take hold of the shower curtain and slowly open it up. You're just standing there. Not moving. I see the water coursing down your body, over your breasts, down to the mound of dark hair between your legs. And you are just looking at me neither inviting nor rejecting. Just looking as you sometimes do. No words, just the look.
Looking at you nude in the shower arouses me. I can feel myself hardening as I stand in front of you. I want to run my hands over you and soap you up. I take the soap thing from you hand, put some soap on it and begin. I start just under your chin, you neck, you shoulders. You raise your arms so that I can do your arms down to your fingers and back again. Down your side to your hips and up. Then down over your breasts. Your nipples become as erect as I am. Then down and between your legs. I enter the magic forest and hear your sharp intake of breath. As I rub a bit, you also begin to move in time with my hand.
We rinse the soap off and I want to taste you. I can smell the fragrance of the soap in the hair of your magic forest as my tongue searches out the special spot that I know will excite you. My finger parts your lips and slips inside of you. You're wet from the water and from your own juices. I can feel you pushing against my face, against my exploring fingers.
I join you in the shower, in the tub. I want to stand in back of you so that I can hold your breast in one hand and massage you with other. I want you to feel my hardness and how much I want you.
Your hand comes around in back and massages me. I can feel my desire bubbling and starting to boil. You spread your legs just a bit and guide me inside of you. Ah, I feel your warmth, your fire. I just want to stay like this and not move. But you do move. As I massage you with my hands, you massage me and I feel myself about to burst. You sense this and press against me and I shoot myself into you. I have to hold onto you in order not to fall. Slowly, you separate yourself from me and turn the water off. You take a towel and I help you dry yourself off. You take the towel and dry me off. Again, the look and you say
"You know that I won't share a bed with you."
7 years ago