Reunion - an Experiment

We were going to try an experiment. I had shared with Maribeth my desire to just watch her pleasure herself without me touching her. She would be the only one naked. We'd decided her place would suffice.

We entered her bedroom followed by a parade of cats. Maribeth was a little unsure of exactly how my fantasy should play out, and to be truthful, I wasn't totally sure myself. I was dressed in jeans and a red polo, she in one of the floor length dresses that had a name, but not one I knew.

Once in the room, I asked her to strip, which she did. As usual she had eschewed undergarments since she knew we'd be together. It was a tradition that spanned decades. Once totally naked she stood by the bed awaiting some instruction from me. As my eyes roamed over her body, I was thinking that just doing this for a couple of hours would be nice, but I motioned her to come to me

Maribeth snuggled against me and lifted her face for a kiss. "Maybe I'll let you play with me for a little while before we start, would you like that? I smiled and nodded. It must have signaled something to her because all of a sudden I had my arms full of a passionate naked woman. Maribeth was an excellent kisser and I enjoyed her lips and weighty breasts that somehow found themselves in my hands. I knew that this wasn't going to be a precursor to a happy ending for me, but I hoped that it would serve to preheat Maribeth's oven.

We kissed for, perhaps, five minutes and I could feel her breathing become husky. When we broke, I watched as Maribeth turned and folded the covers back on the bed and stacked two pillows against the headboard. I enjoyed the view of her cute butt and nice legs as she did so. When she climbed in and scrunched up so that she was in a sitting position supported by the two pillows, then reaching to the bed stand she pushed a button on a cassette player and the room filled with music

I pulled up one of the two lounge chairs about six feet away, and waited for the show to begin.

At that point I heard the strains of Neil Diamond's 'Holly Holy,' fill the air, Maribeth looked once more in my direction before closing her eyes, and began.

How appropriate, I thought as Maribeth's hands began to caress her neck and shoulders just as Neil's voice started singing the song's refrain, "Hands... touching hands ....touching me ....touching you." I noticed that she caressed with both her fingers and the back of her hands, a distinctly feminine gesture that as a male, I'd never consider. From neck, collarbones and shoulders, Maribeth stroked down her body. avoiding her breasts directly, but her movement pushed them slightly together and when her hands passed, her flesh settled back with an interesting jiggle.

Maribeth had pushed her head back against the pillows that exposed more of her neck and throat. Having extended her hands as far as they would go, she returned them to that area and began to repeat the process down her body.

When she'd gotten into bed, Maribeth had raised her knees and placed her feet flat. Because of that, I didn't have a view between her legs, but I could see that as Maribeth's hands were caressing her torso, her thighs seemed to tremble in tiny spasms that I interpreted as waves of pleasure. I had observed a few women masturbate before, so I was aware that they approached it in a much more sensous manner than a male would. Had I ever caressed my body and avoided touching my penis? I doubted it very much.

Maribeth altered the path her hands were following, by stroking down her body's centerline, between her breasts and moving in circular motions over her stomach. Neil Diamond had given way to Queen, who were singing their big hit "Bohemian Rhapsody," and I noted that Maribeth's motions had conformed to the faster beat. I was still sitting cross legged in the chair watching Maribeth, but I was involved, as the tightness developing my groin testified.

By nature, I have rarely, if ever, been passive when in the company of women and being a silent voyeur while a beautiful woman pleasured herself a few feet away wasn't going to continue, so, I leaned forward in the chair and said one word;

"Stop."

At the sound of my voice, Maribeth's eyes flew open and found mine staring at her.

"You have a body that is a true gift from God, a woman's body, created with the curves and softness that brings pleasure to anyone that looks at you. I can see how it responds to your own touch, and I am feasting my eyes on the epic performance that your own fingers are playing, but listen to me and you'll find a place you've never been before, a sensual place that I can show you. It will not violate our contract, but it will be different than what I think you expected."

Maribeth stopped her caresses and looked at me silently, waiting perhaps, to see what I might be suggesting.

"Close your eyes, and just listen to my voice," I intoned. "The music is there, but it's far away and all of your attention will be on me, just on my voice, just on my words, just on my directions. You are drifting in space, there is no up or down, no light and no sound except for me. You are relaxed, but aroused, all thoughts are flying away and your entire being is focused here. Do you understand?

Maribeth mewed a hardly audible, "yes."

"Your hands are my hands, your touch is my touch. Your feminine essence is softness and yielding, you know this to be true, when your finger dips into your vagina, you know it's me that you desire and it's me for which your body yearns, it's what you crave and it's what you seek.

From the bed, a tiny voice, "yes."

"Your breast aches for my touch and your nipples harden in expectation. Why am I waiting? You desire my touch there, touching, fondling, caressing."

A long moaned "ooooooh," escaped from Maribeth's lips and her head began to slowly rock from side to side.

"Touch yourself now," I gently ordered, and I saw one of her hands reach and cup her pink tipped breast, feeling the slope and contour of her fleshy mound. At the same time, unbidden by me, I saw her other hand slide into the hair on her pubic mound and press her fingers against the slope that descended between her legs. Perhaps she received a mental instruction from me to lower one of her legs, which gave me an unobstructed view of her cunt and the slit for which her fingers seemed to be headed.

"Squeeze your breast and roll your nipples until you feel thaem harden," and I watched as Maribeth did exactly as I had directed. She was now mewing constantly as waves began to echo through her body. Her hips started to rock from side to side in the opposite direction from her head as I could her state of arousal climbing.

"You are very, very wet between your legs, and your clit is demanding your attention, but you will not...not now. Find your center and soak in the wetness, do you feel it?"

I watched as her fingers slipped between her folds and one knuckle curled before disappearing into her hole. When it did, her hips lifted off the bed and she arched her back in a long, lust filled moan.

"Keep rolling your nipple, but perhaps it's time to find your clit. Tell me Maribeth, do you want to cum? Do you wish for that release that will send waves crashing over your body, are you ready for that?"

From Maribeth's anguished face, I heard her affirming, "yesssss ... Oh God, please .... yessss .... yessss.... yessss!

Her fingers found her clit, and Maribeth began rubbing in a circular motion interspersed with an occasional slide down the length of her slit by her index finger. From my point of view it seemed that she was right on the edge as her body gyrations began to intensify.

It was just at that point that I realized that the music had changed again and I became aware that it was playing the crescendo of Ravel's "Bolero." What a beautiful way to reach orgasm.

I leaned forward and called Maribeth's attention to the sounds of the violin, "listen to the music " I directed, "It will signal your release." While I watched her movements mimicked the tempo of Ravel's classic, and when it reached its highest pitch, at the point where her fingers were flying against her clit, Maribeth's body suddenly went rigid for a second and she stopped breathing, just before she fell off the cliff and climaxed.

Through gritted teeth and a face that seemed to grimace in agony, Maribeth panted a long "Aaaaagh ... aaaaagh ...Aaaaagh as pleasure rocketed through her body. Her legs, which had been parted, clamped tightly together and she rolled on her side with knees drawn to her chest. It seemed that she was trying to breath, but could only accomplish that feat as small gasps of air. I had seen a few women orgasm before, but Maribeth's was one of the most demonstrative that I'd witnessed.

I watched the cat's reactions and waited to see if Maribeth planned to return to the land of the living. It took another five minutes, but eventually her breaths became more normal and she started to stretch out her legs. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and finally opened them seeking mine.

"That was incredible," she uttered. "Your words were so hypnotic that I just felt like I was floating, and every nerve was responding to my touch in a way that I never felt before. It was... it was..." Maribeth seemed lost for some word, some phrase that would capture her experience, but it wouldn't come. Suddenly she just launched herself at me and started kissing my face, and thanking me.

I took the opportunity to caress as much female flesh that my hands could find, and of course kissed her back enthusiastically. Since she was sitting on my lap, it didn't take her long to feel my own arousal as it was pressing through my pants against her bare butt. Looking at me, she indicated her recognition of the situation and offered to "take care of me."

I knew there were at least three ways she could make that happen, but I'd let her fulfill my fantasy, so I just looked into her eyes and uttered a phrase that had become a tradition between us, "Make it so."