To my editor, jacuzzigal, I give my gratitude. Thank you for your help, encouragement and time. I know it's customary to acknowledge the efforts of an editor, and I do so with all sincerity. I just don't want your excellent skills to be so well known that I lose you ~ I appreciate you and your effort very much.
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She barely heard the phone ring. She didn't want to hear it. Whoever was calling had interrupted a damn good dream. Cate grumbled something of a hello into the phone. She was more than half asleep and wanted to go back. When she heard his voice she whined that he had wakened her from a dream of their lovemaking. John could hear the smirk on her face when she told him he'd pay for that. He laughed into the phone, knowing the last time he had to
pay
for something it was one of the most erotic nights they'd shared. Maybe he'd get lucky like that again.
He decided he'd wake her up even more this morning. He was away on business and missed her. He asked her to tell him about the dream. Within a few moments of description the two were aroused and making love over the phone. This time the scene he created in their minds was more then they'd explored before. Cate was surprised but didn't stop, the quality in her voice told him to push on a little more.
He added a dimension of another woman watching them. He said the woman was clearly aroused. John added that her hands were on her breasts as she tried to watch in silence but was found out. He wanted to gauge Cate's reaction to his suggestion. She wasn't too participatory, but he knew by the sound of her voice there was some kind of curiosity there. She even admitted she wondered how it must feel to suck on a breast or to tease the nipples hard.
Before they finished their phone call John asked Cate to write him. He wanted her to think about what it would feel like for her to touch another woman's breasts. He knew he'd sparked something that morning. She sort of groaned but said she'd do it. She even went so far as to say it might be revealing. He always enjoyed the fact that she was open and curious about new ideas. The truth was he had a way of bringing things out in her – he always found more. He could shine a light into her imagination. She had never shared that place with another person –
except him
.
Cate sat down later that day and wrote her thoughts about touching another woman's breasts. She wasn't surprised at how difficult it was to allow the thought to grow in her mind. But she was surprised at how easy it became once she let the idea take hold;
hold
being the operative word. She began to imagine hefting the breasts of this imaginary woman, jiggling them as she did to her own so often. Her hand followed her thoughts. She closed her eyes and pictured her hands on the woman, all the while trying out the movements on herself. Cate licked her lips and felt a stir in her depth.
She wanted her mouth on the imaginary tits. Her tongue began to reach out to it. So tentative at first, barely letting the very tip of her tongue to touch. But she wanted to. Soon her mind led her to licking the nipple. A flick would be ok, she thought. It was more than a flick though. In her mind she moved her mouth over the tit and sucked it into her mouth. The sensations were surprising but not as surprising as the wetness she was experiencing in her panties. It was turning her on. She fought to let the image continue, before long the struggle was over and she realized she wanted to continue.
Her mind was lost in imagination about the woman's breasts. She pictured squeezing them together, her head buried in them. She imagined all the things she loved when her breasts were in the hands of her lover. She caressed, squeezed, pinched, licked, sucked and anything else she wanted. Her panties were damp and she felt herself clenching the muscles of her womanhood.
Cate started to type with great inspiration. The words poured out and onto the computer screen. Each thought or want was revealed. The words that came out through her hands surprised her. Her fingers were flying on the keyboard and her mind was full of the images that had brought such surprising pleasures. She quickly finished and hit the send button. John had his email – he had her thoughts
again
. When she sought the pleasure of relief her mind couldn't help but recreate what John had started that morning.
The phone rang about eleven o'clock that evening. She had just settled into bed with a book. She knew it was John and she smiled because she also knew he'd have something to say about her email. She didn't even get her greeting out.
"When I get home you will know -- no you will see and feel -- what your email caused in me. You will know so very well." John had a smile in his voice.
"I just did what you asked of me my sweet." Cate's voice held a smirk.
"Just wait, you just wait." He went on to tell her how much he enjoyed the images her words evoked. He also mentioned what stood out to him was that it was all about her. The focus was on Cate's pleasure, nothing with regard to the 'other woman'. Shyly she agreed and added that she kind of liked that idea. She was coming into her own about what she wanted. She was comfortable about asking, fantasizing and sharing – with him.
"It was kind of hard to ..."
"Don't say 'hard' Cate!"
"Oh John, goodness, get a grip. It's just a word." She knew what was coming next.
"Grrr oh I'll get a grip alright. If only I could get a grip on you right now." She laughed at him and tried again to tell him what it was like to consider the thought of touching another woman. She knew one of John's fantasies was to have a threesome with two women but she had told him she could not be a party to that, that it just wasn't her thing.
"After reading your thoughts today I'd never know you weren't interested." He was being playful with Cate, but it seem to quiet her instead.
"John, you know what I mean. You clearly saw yourself in my words it was only body parts. There was no particular woman per se." She knew he'd touched a nerve. She had enjoyed the thoughts. Maybe that was what unnerved her. Cate was glad now she didn't share
all
her thoughts in that email. Some things can remain unsaid.
The next day passed so slowly for each of them. John had stirred her up so much and she couldn't wait for him to arrive home. It wasn't just John that stirred her, it was the thoughts in her mind she couldn't stop. She was touching herself almost unconsciously. Her hands seemed constantly to be on her breasts – she loved the feel of them in her hands. Her mind was stuck thinking what it would feel like to touch another woman's breasts.
Looking at the clock she knew he wasn't due home for a few more hours and she was already as sexually frustrated as she could get. Damn him for planting that image and for
making
her write her thoughts – he always got more from her. Had John been there her shy smile would have given her away. Her eyes looked at the clock again.
She knew it wasn't only his suggestion that had her going. It was what she learned about herself. Cate never considered the idea before, but she'd never considered many things before John came into her life. He drew so much out of her that sometimes she wondered where all of it was stored. Smiling to herself and almost chuckling she heard the door open and John call out, "Cate? I'm home, are you here?"
She came sliding to the entryway in her socks, stopping just in front of him. "Hi! Come on let's go upstairs." She barely contained her laughter. "Hey, you started this pal, now up, let's go." He laughed at her, taking her in his arms and kissing her hard. She pressed herself just as hard to him.
"Hmm, someone sure seems to be in a hurry. Why's that?" He loved to tease her and toy with her. Often his words would elicit a blush or a shy reply, even though they'd been together so long. It was endearing to him.
"You're so full of it pal. You think I can't
feel
your want?" Her hand slipped to his crotch for emphasis. "HA, I got cha, didn't I?"
"Whoever said it was men that don't need foreplay, should meet you." John let out a hardy laugh and squeezed her tight. "I'm glad to be home. I'm always glad to come home to you. Now come with me, I'd like to have a drink and nibble of something – that is if you can be patient."
"You could nibble on me," she said with a wink. "How was your day? Did the meetings go well?" The two chatted as they walked arm in arm to the kitchen.
"Very well. Just a few minor changes and it's a done deal. I'll go back for a day next week."
"That's great honey, I know how much time you put into that project." Cate opened the refrigerator looking for something to put together for him. " I didn't make anything. My mind was ummm, rather preoccupied you know." She grinned at him. "I suppose I could pull something together but it might take a while." She stretched out each word and let out a silly huff. She looked at him to see if her actions did anything but he just laughed with her.
"I love when you are so impatient – for some things." He took her into his arms, "I love you so many ways." She sighed and held on to him tighter and whispered she loved him too. "But I'm also hungry woman!"
She smiled at him and agreed. "Now you're going to make me wait though... " Her giggled was stifled by a kiss. "That isn't helping you know." He smiled as he held her face in his hands.
