She runs her fingers across her abdomen, scratching at her tight skin with her nails. She does this for several minutes, and all the while, looks me in the eye, almost telepathically sending me her sexual intentions. She raises her arms up and outstretches them as she lays on the bed. I see the grooves of her muscles that run from her forearm, over and across her armpit, and down to her sides where they end at the ridges of her ribs. Her breasts are laying flat over her with a gravity portraying elegance. They are smooth and round. They compliment the rest of her body. She continues to writhe in desire as she lays in the bed. She has nothing on but a dark blue pair of panties. She stops looking at me to close her eyes. With her arms still stretched out over her head, she reaches for the bed frame and grabs onto it. She then begins to very slowly grind her hips around, as if her vagina were a blind predator yearning for the prey that it knew was so close to it.
One of her arms comes down to meet with her panty line. She slides a finger under the elastic waistband and moves it left to right. Her finger then stops in the middle, right in line with the her vagina, and she pulls up the elastic band and snaps it back down onto her skin. She lets out a sharp sigh of ecstasy. She opens her eyes and looks at me once again, Her hand turns over and slides over the face of her vagina, moving up and down over the outside of her panties. She moves her hand up and down until a small wet spot starts to appear, and sounds of lust start to release themselves from her mouth. She presses down harder on the soft area of her vagina and now has to stop herself from ripping her panties off and grabbing me towards her. The front of her panties are now completely soaked. Her fingers move off of them and several strings of her juices remain attached. The juices are thick, so thick that she has to outstretch and shake her arm in order to get them off of her fingers.
She then sits herself up on the bed, keeping her legs spread and her eyes locked on mine. I stand at the foot of the bed with my hands casually in my pocket as if I'm trying to hide the full fledged erection that I have. She puts her knees together and grabs the side of her panties, pulling them up over her legs as they stand outwards in the air. She throws me the panties and I catch them in my hands. A smacking sound comes from the action due to the heavy dampness of her underwear. I look down at my hands and squeeze the panties. One drop of her juices hits the floor. I look down at it and rub my foot over it, smearing it until it's gone. I look back up at her. She is sitting up with her knees bended and touching, her arms wrapped around her shins. She is smiling.
I sit myself down at the foot of the bed and slide my legs over so that my knees are bent and my legs are resting on their side. I rest my weight on my right arm and continue to watch her. I do not touch her or myself.
She straightens her legs out forward from her sitting position and keeps them closed. I try to look at her parts and all I can see is the top of her vagina, a thin, shaved line only exposing the fact that she is remarkably smooth and tight. She then slowly turns herself over and lays her head flat on the pillow, facing herself towards the left. She lies flat on her stomach and looks over her shoulder at me, smiling and letting out a short, deep, laugh, as if the anxiety that she feels towards her need to have sex is making her giggle in order to protect her emotions.
Her laughter stops and she swings her arms behind her back and slowly smooths her hands over her bottom. She still lies face down and with her legs closed, only exposing the tight and shapely round of her rear end. She moves her hands up and down over her ass. I hear the sound of the action, a slight rustling between the lines in her hand and the goosebumps on her buttocks. She stretches her left arm outward and away from her face, laying it across the pillow next to her. In the same movement, she brings her right hand over the middle of her crack and rubs her middle finger from the base of her vagina and out over the surface of her asshole. She drags her finger up to the base of her back, and then repeats the motion. She puts her finger in a little more deeper this time and pulls some juice from her vagina out over her ass hole, rubbing the liquid in a circle around the ring. Her legs are still closed so I can now only see the top of her asshole and the faint line of her vagina. The vagueness of her features are beginning to drive me mad. A moment later, she stops the act with her ass and brings both of her arms to her side. She then slowly raises up her lower body, keeping her head rested on the pillow. Her back slowly begins to arch as her ass raises in the air. As her hips comes higher, her legs open wider and I am able to finally see her vagina in full. She finally comes to a stop and spreads her legs wider, poking her ass outward as far as she can. Her vagina is a miracle. It is a thin pink line that is no more than three inches in length. There is a drop of vaginal juices hanging from her clitoris. I watch for a moment and see it drop onto the bed sheet. It doesn't make a sound but slowly spreads into a tiny puddle. I look back up at her rear and marvel at her ass hole. The hole is somehow just as pink as her vagina and, for the first time, has me wanting to have anal sex. I continue to watch as her right arm comes from under her and meets with her clitoris. She touches it with such care, as if touching it too carelessly would kill her. She slowly rubs her middle finger over it and begins to give soft, eager cries. I watch her torture herself while, I too, am tortured as well. I then realize the unique situation between us. We are each others savior from one another.
I raise myself to my knees and start to inch towards her. I am almost afraid to touch her in that I don't know what the physical contact will do to me. I touch her anyways. That is what experiencing lust is all about.
I place my hand over the bottom of her back. I move my fingers up towards her neck and I feel the fine hairs on her body. I close my fingers in and scratch myself back down her spine. She smiles and lets out a faint moan. I flatten my hand move over her ass hole. The face of my middle finger runs over her tight, pink ring. It is still wet from when she covered it with her vaginal juices. I slide the face of my hand all the way down her crack. I then flip it over and face my palm up towards her vagina. I gravitate my hand towards her pussy and rub two fingers along her clitoris. When I touch her, my eyes close and my heart races. I feel my entire body contract in response to the magnificent touch of a flawless female being. My heart bounces inside of my chest, sending loads of blood to my erection, making it longer and harder--longer and harder than it has ever been before. I feel the urge to stop touching her because if I don't, I will become paralyzed and will never be able to touch again... but I continue.
