This is a re-posting of my first story on Lit. I have re-edited it to improve grammar, punctuation and, I hope, readability.
Ingrid had pushed Steve back onto the stateroom bed and told him to wait there. She took a black plastic bag from her overnighter, then walked toward the head. As she left the room, she looked back over her shoulder and arched her eyebrow in the most provocative manner.
Steve smiled, "Message received and understood."
He sat up and peeled of his golf shirt, shorts and shoes. He lay on his side on the bed in his bikini style jockey shorts, his anticipation already beginning to produce an erection. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine how it would be, but couldn't visualize the scene.
"Might as well just relax and wait to see what she has planned," he thought.
He had turned on one of the bedside lights. They were very low wattage and cast a yellow, incandescent glow over the room. He saw the light in the head and galley go out, and in a moment Ingrid appeared in the doorway. He didn't gasp, but his head came up and his smile was instant.
She was barely covered in a beautiful burgundy negligee that only just reached her hips. Her breasts were partially visible through the silky material. Her nipples were erect and clearly outlined in the cool night air. She turned around and revealed the back of the garment. Her spectacular backside overwhelmed the skimpy top. The thong she wore offered no cover from the rear.
She turned again and her generous breasts were locked together by her hands in the revealing top. Both the front and back of the top were cut very low, leaving little to the imagination. She sauntered toward the bed, and as she stood along side, she ran her fingernails gently up his inner thigh. His reaction was immediate. It was like an electric shock and his erection was full as he felt the excitement in his loins. He became aware that the tip of his cock was pushing past the top of the low-cut waistband.
Ingrid had rehearsed this in her mind a thousand times. How would it be when they first made love? She didn't want it to be some out-of-control sex-crazed tearing at each other. Her vision was a slow seduction leading to both of them exploring and touching and probing each other. She dreamed of multiple orgasms and hours of lovemaking, but she doubted she could hold out that long. There was only one way to find out. As he lay on the bed, watching her intently, she began her dance.
She kept just out of his reach, and turned around again and looked over her shoulder as she tweaked her nipples, then turned back to him. She bowed her head as she caressed her generous, fleshy mounds and slowly ran her index finger in a circular pattern around the areolas and then stroking her now erect nipples. She pressed them together again, pushing them up close to her searching tongue.
Looking at Steve without raising her head, her tongue flicked out and back, finally running along her lower lip. Her head went back so far that she was staring at the ceiling as she turned around again. Her hands left her breasts, slowly moving down her rib cage and her abdomen, finally meeting at the center of her heat.
She paused for a few seconds, lowering her head and now looking at him. Her hips began to rotate in what could only be described as a grinding motion. Then, her hands began to move again, her fingers slipping inside the silky thong. Her eyes closed as her head came forward and her auburn hair spilled over one eye. Her fingers moved inside the thong and her eyes were now just slits. She turned again and looked back over her shoulder at her soon-to-be lover.
One hand appeared at the opposite shoulder and she gently pushed the strap of the garment, watching it slide down her arm. She looked at the other shoulder and her fingertips pushed the strap and let it fall. She turned back to him, taunting him, daring him to pull the garment down. Only her breasts held the negligee in place.
She raised an index finger to her lips while another finger traced the line of the top of the nightie and pulled it slowly away. It fell to her feet as she moved a little closer to Steve.
He was fixated on her physical beauty.
Her hands returned to the tiny remaining undergarment and slowly pushed it down until it too fell at her feet.
He moved his hand to hold his swollen manhood.
"No, no, no!" she commanded softly. "That's mine tonight. You're just going to have to wait, lover."
Steve moved his hand back to his side and looked at her with a silent plea.
Ingrid ran the fingertips of her right hand down his chest and abdomen and paused lightly on the head of his erection. A wet spot had appeared and she smiled, looking up at his face. She touched it with her fingertip, then brought the finger to her mouth. She smiled as she tasted his emission.
He was fully aroused and struggling to suppress his instincts. Every fibre in his body was screaming at him to take her. Take her now. Still, he held on.
She traced the outline of his manhood with her fingertips and then, leaning forward, both hands went to the waistband of his briefs. Her fingers began to pull the garment down and Steve arched his back to help her. She slid them over his knees and ankles, and with a devil-may-care flip, tossed them over her shoulder.
"You won't need those for a while," she said seductively. She moved to the side of the bed and climbed on, straddling his legs as she perched on her knees. She leaned forward, and with her hands on each side of his thighs, began slowly moving toward him.
She kissed his abdomen and he reached for her pendulous breasts. He held them in his hands, gently rubbing his thumbs over her already erect nipples. She moved further up and their lips met. They kissed passionately, releasing some of the pent-up sexual tension she had carefully built.
"I want you Steve, I want you now. Take me Steve. I'm ready," she whispered.
She reached down and held his erection, moving it toward her waiting center. Ingrid lowered herself toward the rigid member and felt it touch her. They both felt the shock of the erotic contact. Ingrid let out a small gasp of surprise as it happened.
Steve was holding his breath. He began to slowly rub the head on her waiting lips.
"Ohhhh," Ingrid moaned, as she pushed downward against his stiff shaft.
Her left hand went to her groin and she used her fingers to spread the lips of her labia and welcome him in.
Steve felt the wet, slippery opening and pressed his hips upward. Ingrid pushed back and he entered her most private place. His hands cupped her beautifully rounded butt, pulling himself into her in a single, long, slow stroke.
"Ohhhh, gawwwd," Ingrid moaned again.
Her eyes were closed and her head was lolling from side to side, inches above his face. She was bracing herself with her arms and hands on each side of his shoulders. She moved her hips slowly, pumping while Steve pushed upward to meet her as she descended on him. He was beginning to quicken his movement, and Ingrid responded by matching his rhythm. At last they were experiencing the oldest pleasure, destined for the ecstasy that would be their mutual reward.
Steve had been quiet. He was using all his powers of concentration to preserve himself. He had only one mission ... please Ingrid. He could please himself anytime, but Ingrid! He was committed to making this a perfect experience for her. She deserved no less.
Her erotic dance was an irresistible message to him. The costume and the apparently rehearsed play-acting said she wanted him very much. He could see her lovely face, lost in the moment, eyes closed, breasts swinging freely as they moved their bodies together.
Ingrid drifted in some other world. They had been joined for a few minutes when she began to feel urgency to their lovemaking. Her vaginal muscles began to contract and little flashes of light were flitting across her consciousness. She smiled to herself as she recognized the signals.
She lowered herself to Steve's lightly haired chest and began to push against him more urgently. He responded immediately, their union becoming more forceful, losing its matching rhythmic pace, now random but more intense. His fingers dug into her cheeks as he thrust recklessly into her, nearing the edge.
"Awwwhhhhggggg!" she cried. Steve felt her body shake and snap, first this way and then the other. "Huhhhhhhh, Steeeeeve," she cried weakly.
