You are standing at the kitchen window, just out of bed, it's the start of summer and its hot, but its always hot here. In your hand is a glass of water forgotten for the moment as you focus on some movement on the street below.
You are dressed in only a loose top and cotton shorts, nothing else as its Saturday morning and apart from being hot there's nowhere you need to be just now.
You hear a sound behind you and you start to turn when you hear my voice saying "Don't turn around". A chill of anticipation goes through you as you wait to see what happens next.
Your mind flashes back to the first time you heard my voice. At the time you were in the bus and it was crowded so everyone was pushed together. Gradually you became aware of a presence, a kind of electricity that felt like it was sparking behind you. There was slight pressure just behind your head and you heard a mans voice ask "Can you feel it too?" You nodded slowly, not sure where this was going. Then he said "Don't turn around and tell me how I can contact you" There was no reason to give a stranger on a bus you hadn't even seen your phone number, let alone your address but you heard yourself doing just that. The bus stopped and then he was gone.
That was two months ago and since then there had been a mounting sexual tension that at times engulfed my whole being.
He came to my house wouldn't let me see his face, asked if I wanted to play an intense game, explaining I would always be safe but that I wouldn't be allowed to cum unless he was there, I don't know why, but I agreed.
Since then, every Saturday he had been to my house, the first time I let me him in but after that I left door unlocked.
Each time had escalated and now it was like a drug i couldn't wait to get the next hit of.
My footsteps yanked you back to the present. You can feel me standing behind you, that same charged feeling at your back.
You feel my hand gently move your hair away and then the warmth of my mouth on your neck as I savour the taste of you, softly kissing from shoulder to ear. Despite the heat you can feel your nipples hardening as I nibble.
I tell you to put down the glass that you've forgotten you're still holding and to lean forward and put your hands on the bench. This pushes your butt back into me and you feel how aroused I am.
Moving to the other side of your neck to kiss you, I put my hands on your waist and slowly slide them around your hips and belly, rhythmically, in an upward spiral till I reach just below your breasts. Your breath comes faster and I can feel your heart thumping.
Now with just the tips of my fingers I start to gently caress the beautiful curve of your breasts just below your now, very erect nipples. Moving my hands higher I follow the curve of your breasts around the outside stroking them gently but still not touching your nipples. You move, trying bring my fingers into contact with your nipples but I move them away and whisper in your ear that you have to wait for that.
Focussed as you were on my hands you hadn't realised you were pulsing your hips into me, but as my hands dropped from your breasts to your hips again after giving your nipples the lightest of teasing touches, you become aware of just how hard you are pressing against me.
My hands moved to the front of your shorts and pulled the drawstring, then both hands slide down over your belly and around your hips,moving your shorts down at the same time.
