She lay in bed thinking about him.
She couldn't help it, he'd been gone for too long and her body suffered every bit as much as her mind and heart. She slept naked when he was there, loving the feeling of his warm, hard body against hers...loved the feeling of his cock hardening between her ass cheeks, his hands caressing her back, her legs, her breasts.
But, she hadn't had any of that for a while, and, frankly, it was starting to drive her crazy. Her thoughts were dominated by sex...soft, caressing, loving sex...hard, sweaty, kinky sex. Everything they had ever done played in her mind...everything she still wanted to do invaded her thoughts when she closed her eyes.
She didn't sleep well these days - she never did without him there - and tonight was no exception. It was a beautiful night...clear sky, cool temperature, and a slight breeze, with just a sliver of a new moon. From its nest among the stars, it provided a soft glow to everything it touched. It was about 1:00 in the morning on a Friday night. Her friends had asked her out but she wasn't in the mood for the club scene. She wanted one thing and she couldn't have it.
She wore a tank top and shorts with no bra panties. She decided to step out on to her patio for a breath of fresh air. She opened her sliding glass door and stepped into the night. It was crisp, clean, cool...it felt wonderful on her skin. The patio was one typical of any apartment building...it had a railing about 4.5 feet high for privacy, didn't look into anyone else's window, and overlooked the pool. The water reflected the dim moonlight brilliantly, but the swimming season was over so the pool was almost pitch black.
She gazed into the still night, listening to the soft breeze blow through the trees. Under the wind, she heard a soft moan. She stared intently into the darkness before realizing it was her that had made the sound. The night was so clear, so perfect, that in her already heightened state it had aroused her even further.
She closed her eyes.
Her ears opened into the night, she inhaled the aroma of the crisp, cool air. She let herself drift into another plane of reality and thought of him. It was then she felt his hands touch her waist. Under normal circumstances she would have been shocked, but tonight she just let her mind go and sighed contently at his touch. His hands worked their way around her waist and she felt his lips press against her shoulder blade. His hands moved under her loose tank top, finding her stomach, caressing her gently with his fingertips. They felt like silk against her skin.
His lips slowly moved across her shoulder to her neck. He let his tongue caress her neck, pulsing waves of pleasure through her body. She began breathing heavily...it had been so long. The cool air flowed under her shirt and across her breasts. Her nipples began to harden under his touch. His fingers slowly worked their way up her body, caressing every inch as he went. His tongue had moved up to her ears as he gently nibbled on her ear lobe and neck.
His hands were now at the bottom of her breasts. He moved his fingers expertly around her them, passing softly over her areolas, teasing her nipples but not touching them yet. She felt like she was going to explode. She was breathing heavily now and her legs felt weak but she didn't dare move. She did not want to lose this feeling. She felt his steaming breath kiss her neck moving from one side to the other. His tongue bathed her ever so gently on her neck, her ears, her shoulders. His fingers traced the outlines of her nipples before finally taking them in his grasp.
She moaned deeply under his touch.
His fingers squeezed gently at first, slowly rolling them between his index finger and his thumb, then applying more pressure as her heart raced. He pulled on them slightly, away from her body sending wonderful sensations down to her moistening pussy. Her juices were flowing freely now and she could feel the heat and wetness between her legs.
His hands were working their magic when suddenly they moved back down her body and his tongue moved from her neck.
No, this couldn't be it, she needed so much more.
But his hands only moved down so far as to grab her tank top and slide it up and over her head, leaving her naked breasts exposed to the cool night air. The breeze felt magical on her skin and his hands quickly resumed their former position on her breasts. He squeezed them harder now, and his kisses had transitioned from gentle to much more exotic. He sucked on that sensitive spot on her neck and his hands moved from her breasts to her stomach to her waist.
The feeling was incredible. Not wanting the fantasy to end, she didn't dare turn around. She had to finish this and turning and realizing he wasn't there wasn't going to happen. Instead, she just marveled in the night, in her naked breasts in the breeze, in his hands caressing her, in his lips and tongue bathing her.