The Art of Touch

She rises, wondering where he is tonight, what he is doing...is he sleeping now, wrapped in dreams, lost in the lover's caress of his thoughts? 

Visions of the words she has just read, a story shared, captivate her mind as she prepares for bed. Her long chocolate brown skirt slips off her hips to the carpet with a whispering sigh, black lace panties follow and are flicked into the corner with a toe.  Standing there, bare from the waist down, she cannot resist the desire to brush fingers lightly over soft pubic hair.. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible.  Her skin feels alive, electric, set afire from the thoughts they had shared earlier. 

She reaches to unbutton her soft black velour blouse, feels it slipping from her shoulders  like hands touching, caressing, and shivers.  Reaching behind to unfasten her black lace bra she feels the pressure of her nipples hardening inside of them.  Unhooking and tossing the bra aside, reveling in the cool night air as she stands... bare now.... 

Moving to the full length mirror she reaches up to unfasten her hair, shaking her head as it falls free down over her bare shoulders.  Watching herself in the mirror...  fingers running through the dark curls she wonders what it would be like to undress for him... to have him see this reflection before her... to have him standing behind her now... his warm body so close... 

Turning away now, she slips onto her bed... the cool sheets pressed against her back, her ass, her thighs... her mind drifts back to him, back to her desire to have him, to touch his body, and to feel him on her... in her... 

A low moan as fingers brush along hard nipples, sending shock waves through her... Taking each nipple between finger and thumb she pinches gently... back arching involuntarily... lingering.... enjoying the sensations building deep inside. 

Her right hand slips down to rub across the soft skin of her belly... teasing... tickling.  Legs part, knees pull up as the air rushes against warm wet flesh...

Fingers tease pubic hair, tugging, pulling.... each sweet sting rippling through her senses.  Her desire so strong now, her body aching.  Index finger rubbing lightly over her outer lips, tracing small circles, making her quiver.  Her finger slipping between them, into the wetness, into the heat.... 

Hips rising, legs opening wider, lips parting..... wanting...  Left hand slips down to open them wider, to reveal her swollen red clit.  A finger gently caresses, slides over it, barely touching.  She gasps as the intensity of the touch shoots through her entire body. 

Slowly.... so slowly she rubs just above her throbbing clit, the skin so slippery, so smooth... lost in the pure pleasure of her own touch... her hand moves lower as a finger finds the centre of her heat... circles the smooth wet hole, and slips inside rubbing against the front.... playing with her g-spot... and she moans... the feeling indescribable.  All senses gone now but for the wave of emotion and longing and raw ecstasy.... 

Her clit so swollen.... begging for touch.  Fingers move to slide around it, to gently squeeze and rub on either side.... never directly touching.... her hips rise to push against fingers, circling in a slow rhythm.   Searching, sliding against the most sensitive spot... the hot moist skin just above her clit.... low whimpers from deep in her throat as her fingers move faster... rub harder... eyes shut tight against the darkness... given over to the pleasure. 

Her breath shallow and ragged... feeling the pressure build deep inside her belly.... knowing she is so close.... the heat building with each stroke, with each flurry of caresses... harder and faster as the tension rises.... rises..... and peaks... 

The wave of heat and release and electricity runs through her body  as all muscles contract at once.  She cries out... not even hearing herself, cries out in the pleasure and the pain and the abandon of not knowing anything but the exquisite  nothingness of sensation. 

And as the last tremors hold her body... her thoughts are of him..