This was written for my friend who is Dutch. Does anyone know the word for penis in Dutch?
We are somewhere hot. You may choose- Hawaii, Jamaica, Aruba, Bahamas or somewhere in Asia. It really doesn't matter because we are inside. But it is hot inside and outside. I'm not sure why we don't have AC but- on with the story.
We've met on one of your much-needed R & R excursions. This is our last night together. We've had a fantastic time. Lots of laughing, good wine, great food and lots of incredible sex. The best you've ever had (this is my fantasy, too you know).
You are already naked. (Big surprise) I'm still dressed. I' m wearing a long white, very sheer dress. I'm
bending over putting things into my suitcase. I look over my shoulder and you are looking at me and of course- you have a very impatient looking erection. (What is a Dutch slang word for erect penis?)
Wim, I say- What are you doing?
You laugh that wonderful laugh and say- just enjoying the view.
Why is it when I am bent over something you always get a boner? I'll have to send you a picture of my butt to remind you who I am- you won't remember my face only my posterior.
Didn't you say you wanted me to get excited whenever I think about you?-you ask.
Yep- I guess I did, I say with a smile. But that was when I was separated by a body of water and didn't have to wrestle that snake every time he raised his head.
Are you complaining? You say as you begin to touch yourself.
You know that always makes me exceedingly hot-I love to watch you stroke yourself. Ok enough packing- I say and move toward you, dropping the straps on my dress as I approach the bed.
Wait- you say.
You don't want me to get undressed? I say. Did I miss something? - I'm wet, your hard that usually equals Boom Boom.
I didn't say stop-you say- I just said wait. I want you to take it off slowly.
OK-that's the Wim I know and love. I say- over the head or off the shoulders?
Over the head- you say- breathing a little bit harder.
I'll lead with my best side -I say- as I turn my back to you.
I begin slowly pulling my dress up revealing my ankles, calves, backs of my knees and when it gets to right below my cheeks, I stop.
I didn't say stop- you groan. Keep going. You are getting a pretty good rhythm going with your hand, I notice.
I close my eyes listening to your breathing, imagining your hand around your ________(you haven't given me a word.) Thinking about what you feel like, smell like, taste like. I'm probably more anxious than you are for this to proceed. I have been insatiable on this trip. Sometimes we were so hot we didn't even bother to undress. We had long afternoons of slow lovemaking and fast hard quickies. I went down on you in the back of a taxi. But it is my last night, maybe the last time period. I want to make a memory.
I reach down with my hands and cup my cheeks. I'm wearing tiny white panties. Bending over I say. Is this what you are so anxious to see.
Yes, stop teasing- you call out to me.
Too bad I say and drop my dress.
Hey β you begin
But I turn around and come to you.
I kiss you all over your face- playfully. Hey Wimmer- since it is sooooooooooo hot, want to play a game with ice.
I can see I have your attention.
What kind of game- you say-you are still wanking but your brain is engaged.
Well, we each take an ice cube and we sit face to face-my legs over yours-close enough so we can touch each other- I say.
And -you say
And then- I say- one person gets to rub the ice cube on any part of the other person's body but after you make it cold you have to warm it up- with your mouth. You can only touch with the ice and your mouth. I could see you weren't that enthused about the idea of me turning your Willie into a Popsicle. But you were also thinking about what you might do to me.
I leaned over and took you into my mouth -you moaned and arched up- one hand on my head. The other
reaching for my breast. I ducked from under your hand, releasing you from my mouth but holding you in my hand I said- I think you'll like it and I know it will make me come like a volcano.
Let the game begin- you said-then tried to make me stroke you by moving your hips up and down.
Cheater- I say. Sweet, sweet cheater. I leaned over to kiss your mouth very softly. Hmmm. I began to moan. Stroking you slowly. You pull me in closer.
I pull away, releasing you- The game-I say. Let's play. I'll get the ice.
I grab a bowl full of ice cubes and pulled my dress off over my head. I walked towards the bed. I watch you watch me and I became even more excited. I know I am dripping. I began to sit on you -you say- aren't you going to take off the rest of your clothes?
Nope- thought I'd let you do it- I say as I lean over lick your lips and gave a quick gentle bite to your lower lip.
You look at me and shake your head. Who goes first?-you ask.
Ladies first I say- reaching for the ice. I look at you for a moment deciding my strategy. I hold it in my hand- lick it with my tongue, put it in my mouth and suck noisily on it. I can never get enough of kissing you, touching you. I think- This should be fun. My first move- I rub the ice cube down the inside of your arm from your shoulder to the palm of your hand and up to the tip of your middle finger. As the ice melts I follow it with my tongue catching the water, licking and sucking the skin until I reach your palm. I gently kiss the palm of your hand very softly and tenderly. Then I lick up to the tip of your middle finger and slowly suck it into my mouth, in and out in and out, then stick your entire finger into my mouth until it slides down my throat. Then I slowly slide it out. I can see you like it. Ummmmmm. All of this oral action is making me hot, hot hot. Can't wait for my turn, again.
You take a piece of ice- I'm betting your going straight to the sex organs- but you fool me and run it down the side of my neck. Your mouth feels like fire and I moan and reach for you.
Tsk Tsk- naughty girl -you say. No touching without the ice cube.
You are enjoying this I say.
You just give me that smile.