Chapter Eight: First Moaning Ever
And yet again I found myself trying to relax after having been reawakened. Again I'd needed to force my hips to stop, and it didn't matter how tired I was, my balls ached and my hard-on drooled. Again I found solace in my grasp, and through the experience of infantile regression. Colleen's breasts were everything to me and I worshipped them.
The room seemed brighter now. From over Colleen's shoulder I could see where the window met the ceiling. I could see the long white drapes aglow with an early morning sunrise. The light came from a pair of windows and it made the room that much more romantic. I now believed without doubt that Colleen was real and yesterday actually happened. I'd actually slept somewhere other than home and mother must have been a nervous wreck by now, but I didn't care. Both my heads ached, one more than the other. I could easily make out the color of Colleen's skin tones now, and did just that. I also became aware of my circumstance.
It felt as if I were lying on a soggy sponge with hundreds of hot, warm and cold spots. Some spots were sticky and some were slimy, and they were all icky. My waist hips and thighs, slid around on rivers of lubricant that continued leaking from the head of my penis. It formed a Vaseline-like coat that became cold but stayed slippery. My belly chest and shoulders rolled in the saliva my mouth surrendered during its endless pursuit of oral satisfaction. Saliva turned the bed into a cold wet wash cloth I adhered to.
I sucked gently on the nipple in my mouth and listened to my sloppy rendition, an erotic tune and warm serenade to myself. I had a moment to ponder and scanned my surroundings with thought. Colleen's room was large and quite lavish in design and furnishings. The ceiling was high, ten foot at least, and it supported a delicate chandelier I almost couldn't see from under the canapé. The walls and ceiling appeared to be painted shades of pastel pink. I hadn't thought Colleen to be exceptionally wealthy, but how was I to know. There were a pair of wall mirrors hung opposite each other and at least one full length double mirror on feet. I glimpsed a dresser with large drawers and vanity with its own large mirror, both in polished wood that matched the bed frame. What I took to be closet doors, spoke of a massive wardrobe. I couldn't see very much from where I was and had no intention of releasing the nipple for a chance to look around. I was content to see what I could from where I was.
Suddenly Colleen stirred and fell onto her back. The nipple was yanked from my mouth and her breast's taken from me. As Colleen settled back with both hands behind her head she arched her back. I watched the nearest breast rise with her chest and I pounced on the nipple with my mouth. Actually, I craned my neck to reach it and took it gently between my lips. Colleen didn't mind, so I went back to suckling and, never wanted to stop. I was propped-up on one arm and kept the other arm behind me for good measure.
I could see Colleen's face now and her eyes were still closed. Her wild hair radiated out from under her in all directions. The gold against the white satin reminded me of the early morning sun. I stared at her small pouty lips and wished I could reach them with mine.... Wished I had the nerve to reach for them without permission. I began counting the few freckles decorating Colleen's face, and then I circled her pug nose and fell to her chin. It was round and possessed the shallowest dimple, quite noble in appearance. So much perfection is difficult to find wrapped in a single package and I felt very lucky. I zoomed in on her long black eyelashes and commenced counting them. I was soon ready to doze again, but started when Colleen opened her eyes. Was I happy.
"Morning sweetie," Colleen said. Her voice was that of a delicate bell's refrain, a gentle alarm clock that roused without disturbing. Not that this woman could ever do or say anything upsetting, I didn't think that possible. She referred to me as 'sweetie' and I was bedside myself with ferment. I released the nipple in order to answer her.
"Morning ma'am," I dared. Realizing my words hadn't offended, I went back to nursing. Colleen looked at me and smiled. Her smile let me know everything was fine and I had nothing to worry about. She looked at my lips, at the juncture of our union and pressed her breast up, pressing me on. I looked into her eyes when they returned and lost myself in them once again. Now I wanted to look at Colleen and for Colleen to look at me. My penis throbbed with excitement and vibrated against her nearest thigh. Now I wanted Colleen to know of my excitement, to see it, to feel it. I already realized things were never going to be the same for me because now I needed this woman to attain satisfaction. I was content to look into her eyes and suck on her breast, but Colleen needed to speak.
"No work for you today," Colleen said.
"Mmmmpgh," I replied with bubbles and froth. My eyes asked the question.
