Sitting down next to you I can feel the sexual tension between us. I wonder though, is it one sided? Am I just projecting it? I want you so badly all I can think about is sliding closer to you and letting my hands freely roam your body slowly working your clothes off as I go so my tongue can then follow the path my fingers have left. I haven't even came within six inches of you yet but I'm already so wet with longing. I need to get a grip, I really should but I just can't.
Something keeps holding me back though. What could it be? I always feel a little shy with you, especially right off the start. Questions keep popping up in my head. Am I good enough for you? Do you want me half as much as I want you? What if I'm not touching you right, or well enough? What are you thinking as you look at me, hardly breaking eye contact?
As I get used to being with you again I start to warm up and act on my thoughts. My hands start to rub up and down your leg getting closer and closer to your cock. I can clearly see it's outline through your shorts and I think about how good it feels in my mouth, hearing the sounds you make when I hit just the right spots with my tongue. I get even wetter as these thoughts spin around in my head all while my hand keeps inching closer and closer to my destination. Breaking our eye contact I look down and see a little wet spot forming on your shorts. Hmmm.
Keeping my right hand towards my original goal the left starts to move up your chest over your shirt. Finding your nipple I run my hand over it and then go back to give it a little tug. I repeat this with the other one. Can't be playing favourites. Over your shorts, my right hand finally settles on your partially erect cock. I suppress a moan, knowing you'd love to hear it but for some reason unable to give it to you, I guess that's the shyness presenting again. I gently squeeze you. Feeling you fully harden in my hand makes me feel fantastic and a small piece of my shyness chips away.
My left hand works its way up to your hair so I can run my fingers through it while looking into your eyes. Watching your expression change as my right hand releases your cock makes me smile. Both of my hands move to your waistband. Working together carefully so I don't get you with my fingernails my right hand makes contact with your warm skin. Moving lower I grasp your hard, bare cock. Feeling it's length and hardness I gently move my hand up and down over it. My free hand works its way under your shirt and up to your nipple which I gently tug once more. Working your shirt up I look down at that nipple and then lower my mouth so I can start licking it, eventually sucking gently on it.
I wonder what you're thinking now. You've let out a few moans as my mouth made contact with that nipple. You seem to be enjoying it. Are you recalling what it feels like to have this treatment a little lower?
I shift my full attention to freeing your cock as best as possible given our current position. I know we won't be here for long so my goal is a short term one just to gain my mouth access. Freeing you from the restrictive cloth I look down at you. Long, thick and hard. I wrap my hand around you again and look up at you. You eyes aren't leaving me and I can feel your anticipation. I run my thumb over the tip of your penis and feel a little bit of moisture there. I need to taste it. I lower my head and run my tongue over the path my thumb just took. That initial contact makes you moan. A moan escapes from me too. I lick your shaft. Your hands run through my hair and start to rub my neck and back. I moan again and open my mouth wide to take your cock in. I lick and suck on you while my right hand holds you, moving the odd time on the part of your shaft not in my mouth.
My hand lets go and I take my mouth from you. As I sit up your arm goes around me, your hand rubbing my neck, shoulders and back making another small moan escape from me. Your free hand wonders to my breasts gently caressing each one before sneaking into the v cut of my t-shirt. You slowly make your way into my bra where my nipple is hard and tingling in anticipation of your direct touch. You don't disappoint me and quickly take hold of a waiting nipple gently rolling it between your finger and thumb. My breath starts to quicken and I let out another moan, this time slightly louder. You smirk at me and move to the other nipple repeating yourself while the hand at my back moves to undo my bra.