STORY: SWEET REMEMBRANCE OF YOU

It's late at night and I have another bad case of insomnia. Writing my thoughts down in the middle of the night seems to pass the time. Lately I spend a lot of time at my desk writing about you. It's a secret pleasure that seems to assuage the inner yearnings I have for you darling. You are on the road a lot and in the early stages of our relationship it was fine. We were just getting to know each other and your frequent trips gave us each a respite. It gave us time to contemplate whether this was real or just a fantasy we had built up in our heads. I liked the idea that we went slow; that we didn't fall into bed right away. No; we took our time and became friends first; lovers was to come later. 

At first it was just a feeling out period; almost a twenty question type of thing. Getting to really know each other was paramount to each of us. We had both had bad love affairs and suffice to say we were both a little gun-shy. Our dates would probably be deemed boring by the society standards of today. The long walks in the snow while we hold hands; sharing a popcorn at a movie; nights spent talking quietly on the sofa. Then our first kiss; a soft teaser which left my lips tingling; progressively getting more daring each day until our bodies were on fire. But still I held back. Was it last minute jitters on my part? On your part? Who knows? 

That night; the first night we made love; somehow we both knew the time was right. We had reservations at a restaurant here; great ambiance; wonderful food. During the winter months the huge stone fireplace is burning and it's lit only by candles. I called Patrick; the owner/waiter and asked for that corner table by the windows. Yes; I knew they had tables by the fireplace; but we wanted this table. We wanted to be alone; alone in a room full of people. Dining there is a treat anytime but that night the food was secondary; that night was a special night. 

The corner table was perfect; flickering candlelight and the pleasing sound of soft voices around us. The first course came; soup and warm rolls and as we ate we moved our chairs closer together. I felt your hand on my leg as it lightly squeezed just above the knee and slowly moved up. My heart skipped a beat and then began to pound. Patrick returned with the salads and we hardly noticed him as you filled my glass once more. I can still remember the heady taste of the wine on my lips. Eating can be very erotic and I felt myself being drawn into your web but I didn't complain ...far from it. Everything we had said or did before had been leading up to this night. I found myself getting bolder; a combination of the wine and you; they had both done a number on me. During the main course I found myself becoming more aggressive. I needed to touch you and now it was my turn to let my hand move on your leg. 

As my hand moved up ever closer to your crotch; I saw you look around the room. No one was interested in us and you relaxed; well no you tensed as my hand brushed the length of your zipper. I felt you twitch and I pressed my palm against you; feeling you grow under my hand. You whispered my name; softly but with a wealth of feeling. I had waited so long to feel your cock in my hand; I had dreamed of it. My dreams would be fulfilled later but at that time I was content to eat and caress; to play out the torment a little longer. During coffee and dessert I got a little impatient; but the soft rasp of your zipper is only heard by us and underneath the long white tablecloth my hand covered your cock. It was a little awkward but I giggled softly as you reached under the table and freed yourself. Our chairs were close now and I fisted your cock and moved my hand slowly. Our breathing was heavy and I watched as your eyes grew darker. I smiled knowingly as your hand shook while you drank your coffee. 

I can't begin to tell you how I was feeling at that point. You're the man I love and I had your cock; the core of your masculinity in my hand. There was so much I wanted to do but Patrick came and I sat back with an innocent smile as you paid the check. While we waited for his return I held your cock once more and pulled back the tablecloth so we could watch my hand as I gently stroked. The head was exposed; and I wanted to run my tongue over it but that had to wait as you zipped up and we left quickly. Outside the air was crisp and cold and the snow crunched under our feet. The parking lot was dark and quiet; and as we waited for the car to warm up you pulled me close. Your kiss was fierce; we were both on fire in that cold car and just wanted to get back to your hotel. Your hand covered my crotch and cupped my pussy. Could you feel the heat even through my slacks? I Know that I only wanted to get to the room where we could finally explore each other.

As soon as the door to the room closed; we were undressing. This time the kisses seemed to go on and on as we moved to the bed. Shoes and socks went first and soon you were on your back. The light was low and you watched lazily as I pulled my sweater over my head and straddled you. Your hands were quick and cupped my breasts in the bra; gently squeezing. My nipples jutted against the fabric and you unclipped my bra and let them fall into your hands. Remember my soft moan as I leaned forward and let you taste? Your tongue was never still and I sighed as you sucked softly on one then the other. It was way too soon darling and I backed off. If you remember I had your cock in my hand earlier and I wanted to finish what I had started. Sitting back I moved off you; unsnapped my slacks and removed them slowly. I smiled as you hurriedly pulled off your shirt and unbuckled your pants. I took my time pulling your pants over your hips and down your legs; savoring every moment. I could see your erection pressing against the fabric of your shorts but first I needed to touch your body. I wanted to taste your skin; smell it; feel it against my mouth. My hands roamed over your chest as my tits pressed on your cock and I could feel you throbbing. 

I could take no more and with a quick tug your shorts were gone and you lay under me; naked. In my wildest dreams I never could imagine you would have this affect on me. My heart was almost bursting with my love for you and I caressed your cock once more. But now there was no table; no prying eyes; no Patrick. It was you and I and all I could think of was your cock in my mouth. Was I wanton? You bet I was and I still am when it comes to you. I moved down between your legs and laid my face over your cock, no movement just my warm breath on your hardness. Holding you up, I looked up at you. What I sight I must have been with my face pressed to your cock! My chin rested softly on your balls and my eyes locked on yours. With my lower lip I ran it up the shaft; letting the friction pull on the soft skin before releasing it. I wanted to see your face my love. I wanted to savor your cock; to worship it but first I wanted to feel it in my mouth. Hovering over the head I looked in your eyes as I started to swallow it inch by inch. The taste, the feel incited me and I pushed harder; twisting and lifting; moving lower until you hit the back of my throat. Did it excite you to see your cock deep in my mouth? Can you still feel the soft hum in my throat that vibrated ever so slightly over your shaft? Can you still feel my tits on your thighs? My hair on your balls? 

My hands encircled your cock; then moved palms down around the shaft as I lifted my head slowly. My mouth drew on your shaft; tugging and pulling as I rose until I almost lost you. The trip back down was as agonizingly slow as the one up and I felt you tremble. I could do this seemingly forever; a slow mouth fucking that puts you under my power. Each trip up I let the flat of my tongue trail up your cock; its rough surface tracing the veins of your shaft. With each pass I heard your breathing becoming more labored. I decided to add more the next trip up and as I reached the top I let my tongue circle the head before I went back down. I know it pleased you because your groan seemed to fill the small room. I heard you whisper my name and I knew you wanted me to step it up; you ached for more. 

With a smile I lifted my head more and begin to pump faster; not too fast; just fast enough for you to see your cock disappear between my lips every couple of seconds. Your cock was wet with my saliva now; almost as wet as my pussy and I felt the tenseness in your thighs. I wanted to prolong this as long as I could so I let you pop out of my mouth and held you in my fist. Moving up beside you I laid my head against yours and we watched together as I used my hand. Oh sweetheart; the feeling I got as I felt your hardness in my hand. Squeezing and moving my hand the length of your cock made me moan along with you. I found myself thinking ahead; thinking to when you would drive it deep inside me and truly make me yours. I was thinking of my pussy molded to its hard length; my clit riding the shaft. 

When I felt you beginning to quiver I moved back down between your legs and used both hands to jerk your shaft in an almost leisurely fashion. My panties were soaked now; my god how I wanted you! I licked my lips; I wanted to taste your cum. I never understood women who won't swallow their man; I love you and it is a part of you I want to experience. You were starting to twitch and I wanted to bring you to the heights before taking you over the other side. I began to lick you; to lick every inch of your cock and balls. My tongue made forays over the head; circled the shaft; teased the ridge on the underside; pressed into the tiny hole at the tip. Did you know there is a difference between a lap and a lick? Well there is as far as I'm concerned. A lap infers a long pass while a lick is a flicking motion. Neither is better; both are good and I employed them both. 

Now it was time baby; time to show you how much I love you. One last pass and my mouth was back on your cock; sliding lower and lower. My lips were a tight vacuum and I waited a second after I had your full length. Starting softly I sucked as my hand kneaded your balls; using a series of short stabbing motions with my mouth close to the base. My head bobbed faster; my lips pressed tighter and your hips began to lift. Remember me moaning as I pushed harder and faster and I felt you start to shake? I knew your balls were tightening; knew you were ready for me. My hand gripped the base of your shaft and I moved higher as I started to suck faster; letting my head move and thrust in longer strokes. My hand pumped furiously as my mouth pulled; my tongue danced and I heard you yell my name. I tasted your cum as it hit the back of my throat and I swallowed instinctively as each new burst erupted from you. Your groans inspired me; the look on your face excited me and I reveled in what I can do to you. Your body was at a fever pitch and as it reached its peak I pulled back to let the last drops coat my lips. I wanted you to see me lick your essence; I wanted to taste the fruits of my labors. I'm not sure at that moment if I was exhausted or just exultant. I think a little of both and as your groans turn to sighs I rested my head on your thigh and whispered, "I love you." 

My eyes were closed; the feelings coursing through my body at that moment were overwhelming me. The gentle touch of your hand on my head brought me back and I looked up at you. Your eyes; did I ever mention I could drown in their depths? As you pulled me into your arms I felt complete for the first time in my life. This was what I had longed for; had dreamed of seemingly forever. Your soft kisses gradually became more heated and I found myself arching against you. My body was on fire; your nearness had me squirming under you and as your mouth trailed over my breasts I found myself whimpering in anticipation for what was to come. My panties were the only obstacle now and you peeled them from my body. You murmured something so low I couldn't hear it but the tone of your voice and the look in your eyes made me blush. 

Your hands followed the curves of my hips and lingered on my ass as you lifted me and kissed my mound; your eyes were burning with such passion. The moment was so erotic it took my breath away. You used your thumbs to spread my lips and I gasped as you tasted me for the first time. Your tongue seemed to float on my clit; it was there but so gently did it touch that the light contact only fueled the flames of my passion. The pressure of your tongue became stronger with each trip you made around my clit. I heard myself begging; and my hips bucked as you pressed down on my clit. The vibrations of your tongue were intense and my hands gripped the sheets as you began an all out invasion on my pussy. I felt my orgasm rising as you shook your head side to side and your lips pulled on my clit. My breathing was labored; the sounds I made in the back of my throat were escalating and explosion was imminent. Your hands pulled me close and you found my entrance as you drove your tongue in and out. With each thrust your nose rubbed on my clit; pushing and releasing until I could take no more. My orgasm was an exquisite release; my whole being was concentrated on the pleasure you were giving me. The spasms ripped through my body and I moaned as your tongue flicked my already sensitive clit. My body relaxed as the waves receded and as I opened my eyes your mouth covered mine. 

Our bodies were pressed together now and I thrust my hips up to rub my pussy on your cock. I wanted you inside me and my legs opened wide to receive you. I shook my head no as you sat up; then shivered in anticipation as you put a pillow under my ass. One leg was on your shoulder while the other lay on the bed. Taking your cock you ran it up my pussy; letting it penetrate the lips. With my ass in the air I could see everything you were doing with your cock. By now I was almost wild with need and found myself begging to be taken. You were as ready as I and we both moaned as your cock head pressed its way into me. With each thrust you buried yourself deeper in me; pushing, drawing back, pushing back in until I felt your balls on my ass. As you reared back I lifted my hips to take your first thrust. A thrust that drove your cock so deep that I cried out in pleasure as you initiated a slow, steady fuck. Our bodies met and melded; we were one at that moment. Your hands were holding my legs open and you leaned forward and began to push your cock in and out of me. Our bodies slapped together; the bed hit the wall in a slow rhythm which was incredibly erotic. My orgasm came suddenly and ripped through my body causing me to scream out your name. My pussy muscles clenched around your shaft and my clit throbbed wildly as I came on your cock. 

Pulling you down on top of me; I fused my mouth to yours as our bodies throbbed against each other. I wanted you close to me baby; so close that I could feel your heart beating madly along with mine. It seemed an eternity until you moved; my muscles held your cock tightly as they tightened and released. Gradually you began to grind in circular motions causing me to cry out and dig my nails in your back. Your hot breath on my ear and whispered words of love fueled my desires and I found myself becoming impatient. Your thrusts started slowly; then gradually became faster as you moved in a dizzying pace. Our legs were entwined; my hands were on your ass pulling you deep and our eyes were glued on each other. The small whimper that originated in my throat turned to a whine and my head went back as my body began to jerk wildly. That first mutual orgasm is now burned into my memory. Your body stiffened and my name was on your lips as you flooded my body with yours. The climax had come and it was more than I could have ever dreamed about; almost bigger than both of us. Quick thrusts became slow strokes as we milked the moment; each wanting to prolong the encounter. 

I hope you remember the afterglow as well as I do. Lying in each others arms; our soft murmurs of love. My head on your chest as we basked in a feeling so intense; so perfect. Each time we have made love afterwards it has only gotten better but I always seem to go back to our first time. That night we reached the summit and we have yet to descend. We can only improve my love; of this I'm sure. My insomnia still lingers but I smile as I step out onto the deck and look out into the black night. Memories of you tend to bring this crazy world into focus; to give a new meaning to my life. Sleep well my darling and know that you are loved.