Him part2

and clitoris. I could feels the wetness forming between the lips of my vagina.
The stimulation from the rocking, as I continued to massage both my breasts
aroused me to further desire.

All thoughts of where I was passed from my mind, as I wanted only to
satisfy the craving for sexual fulfillment my body needed. I let one hand drop
from my breast. It slowly passed down my abdomen towards my pelvis. Softly, I
caressed the area of my navel. Making small circles around it before I gave
into desire and slipped it under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I felt the
top edge of my panties, and gently twirled the fine hairs of my pubic mound
which extended above the lace of my panties. I reached further to feel the soft
folds of labia against the silk fabric of my panties. The fine lace of my
panties were soaked with the moisture my vagina was producing. From the outside
of my panties, I gently teased my soaking vaginal lips. They were wet and
sensitive as I ran my fingers over the silken material. My body yearned to be
caressed. Through the wetness of my panties, I continued the gentle massaging
of my labial lips. I yearned to slide my fingers into the depths of my vagina,
but was prevented from doing so by the fine silk of my panties.

I was oblivious to my surroundings. The only sounds I heard were my
own breathing and the crackling of the fire. I was giving into to my pleasure
now. I began to softly moan as the intensity of sensations spread from my
vagina upward into my abdomen. Consumed by the pleasure, I pushed aside the
crotch of my panties and slid my fingers over the folds of my labia. My labial
lips were very wet as I massaged the recesses of my vagina. With my fingers I
formed rhythmic circles around my clitoris. I pressed upon my throbbing
clitoris, pushing and pulling it along my labial lips. The intensity of the
sensations created by the rolling pressure as I slid my fingers along my
clitoris caused a tingling which spread throughout my body.

My other hand continued to caress my breast and nipple, gently
massaging and kneading the tip passionately. I began a gently rhythmic rocking
of my hips against the fingers which teased my clitoris and vagina. I slid my
fingers along the labia of my vagina, extending & forcing them deeply into the
folds of my vagina, and slowly withdrawing them back towards the recesses of my
clitoris. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the waves of pleasure that was
passing from my pelvis towards my abdomen. I began gasping for each breath. My
soft moans were now loud cries of pleasure.

Opening my eyes, and through the haze of my passion I saw him. He was
standing in front of the fire, looking down at me. He smiled as he saw my eyes
look upon him. My orgasm was fast approaching now. He continued to watch me.
I was beyond control, and I could not stop. The burning desire between my
thighs was all my mind could think about. As he watched, I continued to massage
my clitoris and vagina, as my other hand gently stroked and manipulated my
swollen nipples.

But how can I do this? Here I was, bring myself to the heights of
sexual ecstacy before him. I have never masturbated in front of anyone before.
Yet his standing over me seemed to heighten the waves of pleasure that were
building within me. My eyes became glassy, as I fought to hold back the tears.
Tears, I knew I could not contain. I wanted to stop, to not let him see me as I
so intimately caressed myself. But I could not stop, the warm tears rolling
down my checks only heightened my sexual urges.

The fire within my body could not be contained. The aching in my
groin screamed for more. With my index finger I probed deeper into my vagina,
while my other fingers maintained their pressure upon my clitoris and labial
lips. With my other hand, I continued to gently squeeze and knead my nipple.
Through my eyes, I pleading with him to come to me, to hold me and caress me,
help satisfy the burning in my groin and abdomen.

He smiled, and slowly moved towards me. I knew that if he only
touched me I would explode in orgasm. I was moaning loudly now, giving in
totally to the waves of orgasm that were about to overtake my body. He knelt
over me, his arms out stretched. With all my being I wanted him now, at this
moment, just at the onset of my climax. I wanted his hands to take the place of
my own and bring me to climax. I wanted to feel his fingers massage my labia,
to probe the depths of my vagina. I wanted his lips upon my breasts. His
tongue to lick my nipples.

As he approached me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of his taking
me totally. I eagerly awaited the explosion of climax. Just as my body was
reaching its height of orgasm, he reached for me and pulled my hands from my
pants and away from my breasts. He held my arms out, away from my body so I
could not touch myself. I was suddenly deprived of all stimulation. The
heightened explosion of climax was interrupted, halted. I screamed out. My
body trembled. It felt as though all that there was to life came to a halt.
Every nerve, every muscle ached. I crossed my legs tightly, desperately trying
to apply pressure upon my throbbing clitoris. I could feel myself shaking,
trembling, as he held my arms away from my body. The burning that only a short
time before was the heights of ecstasy, was now throbs of pain. My breasts and
vagina ached with desire as I have never felt such unfulfillable yearnings. I
shook violently as my body yearned for climax. A climax now removed. I cried
out pleading with him to release me, to allow me to continue the stimulation my
body so desperately needed. I begged him to allow me to continue to stimulate
myself. He only smiled, and continued to keep me from caressing myself. After
what seemed like forever, he released my arms.

I laid there, gasping, my arms at my sides, looking at the ceiling,
feeling the warm glow of the fire. My breathing was slowly returning to
normal. I looked at him. Nothing needed to be said. He knew what he did, and
the sexual pleasure it caused him was evident upon his face. He sat before me,
and for the first time since he returned to the room, I noticed he was only
wearing a bathrobe. Looking down, I saw his manhood, firm and erect.
Knowingly, he nodded and I slowly reached out to him. I took his large, erect
penis in my hands, and slowly stroked it. I ran my fingers along the length of
it, pausing momentarily at the tip before passing back down the shaft. I looked
up at him, a tear passing from the corner of my eye, as I recalled the passion
and embarrassment of the past moments, when I had brought myself to near orgasm
before him. He smiled again, and I slow brought my head towards his groin. All
thoughts of my own orgasm had passed as I took his penis into my mouth. I now
realized that in his depriving me of climax, he created in me an even greater
desire to give him fulfillment. And as I slid my mouth down the length of his
penis and slowly passed my tongue over the tip and down the shaft, I knew that
whatever else this night brings, he will reach ecstasy.

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Him part2

and clitoris. I could feels the wetness forming between the lips of my vagina.
The stimulation from the rocking, as I continued to massage both my breasts
aroused me to further desire.

All thoughts of where I was passed from my mind, as I wanted only to
satisfy the craving for sexual fulfillment my body needed. I let one hand drop
from my breast. It slowly passed down my abdomen towards my pelvis. Softly, I
caressed the area of my navel. Making small circles around it before I gave
into desire and slipped it under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I felt the
top edge of my panties, and gently twirled the fine hairs of my pubic mound
which extended above the lace of my panties. I reached further to feel the soft
folds of labia against the silk fabric of my panties. The fine lace of my
panties were soaked with the moisture my vagina was producing. From the outside
of my panties, I gently teased my soaking vaginal lips. They were wet and
sensitive as I ran my fingers over the silken material. My body yearned to be
caressed. Through the wetness of my panties, I continued the gentle massaging
of my labial lips. I yearned to slide my fingers into the depths of my vagina,
but was prevented from doing so by the fine silk of my panties.

I was oblivious to my surroundings. The only sounds I heard were my
own breathing and the crackling of the fire. I was giving into to my pleasure
now. I began to softly moan as the intensity of sensations spread from my
vagina upward into my abdomen. Consumed by the pleasure, I pushed aside the
crotch of my panties and slid my fingers over the folds of my labia. My labial
lips were very wet as I massaged the recesses of my vagina. With my fingers I
formed rhythmic circles around my clitoris. I pressed upon my throbbing
clitoris, pushing and pulling it along my labial lips. The intensity of the
sensations created by the rolling pressure as I slid my fingers along my
clitoris caused a tingling which spread throughout my body.

My other hand continued to caress my breast and nipple, gently
massaging and kneading the tip passionately. I began a gently rhythmic rocking
of my hips against the fingers which teased my clitoris and vagina. I slid my
fingers along the labia of my vagina, extending & forcing them deeply into the
folds of my vagina, and slowly withdrawing them back towards the recesses of my
clitoris. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the waves of pleasure that was
passing from my pelvis towards my abdomen. I began gasping for each breath. My
soft moans were now loud cries of pleasure.

Opening my eyes, and through the haze of my passion I saw him. He was
standing in front of the fire, looking down at me. He smiled as he saw my eyes
look upon him. My orgasm was fast approaching now. He continued to watch me.
I was beyond control, and I could not stop. The burning desire between my
thighs was all my mind could think about. As he watched, I continued to massage
my clitoris and vagina, as my other hand gently stroked and manipulated my
swollen nipples.

But how can I do this? Here I was, bring myself to the heights of
sexual ecstacy before him. I have never masturbated in front of anyone before.
Yet his standing over me seemed to heighten the waves of pleasure that were
building within me. My eyes became glassy, as I fought to hold back the tears.
Tears, I knew I could not contain. I wanted to stop, to not let him see me as I
so intimately caressed myself. But I could not stop, the warm tears rolling
down my checks only heightened my sexual urges.

The fire within my body could not be contained. The aching in my
groin screamed for more. With my index finger I probed deeper into my vagina,
while my other fingers maintained their pressure upon my clitoris and labial
lips. With my other hand, I continued to gently squeeze and knead my nipple.
Through my eyes, I pleading with him to come to me, to hold me and caress me,
help satisfy the burning in my groin and abdomen.

He smiled, and slowly moved towards me. I knew that if he only
touched me I would explode in orgasm. I was moaning loudly now, giving in
totally to the waves of orgasm that were about to overtake my body. He knelt
over me, his arms out stretched. With all my being I wanted him now, at this
moment, just at the onset of my climax. I wanted his hands to take the place of
my own and bring me to climax. I wanted to feel his fingers massage my labia,
to probe the depths of my vagina. I wanted his lips upon my breasts. His
tongue to lick my nipples.

As he approached me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of his taking
me totally. I eagerly awaited the explosion of climax. Just as my body was
reaching its height of orgasm, he reached for me and pulled my hands from my
pants and away from my breasts. He held my arms out, away from my body so I
could not touch myself. I was suddenly deprived of all stimulation. The
heightened explosion of climax was interrupted, halted. I screamed out. My
body trembled. It felt as though all that there was to life came to a halt.
Every nerve, every muscle ached. I crossed my legs tightly, desperately trying
to apply pressure upon my throbbing clitoris. I could feel myself shaking,
trembling, as he held my arms away from my body. The burning that only a short
time before was the heights of ecstasy, was now throbs of pain. My breasts and
vagina ached with desire as I have never felt such unfulfillable yearnings. I
shook violently as my body yearned for climax. A climax now removed. I cried
out pleading with him to release me, to allow me to continue the stimulation my
body so desperately needed. I begged him to allow me to continue to stimulate
myself. He only smiled, and continued to keep me from caressing myself. After
what seemed like forever, he released my arms.

I laid there, gasping, my arms at my sides, looking at the ceiling,
feeling the warm glow of the fire. My breathing was slowly returning to
normal. I looked at him. Nothing needed to be said. He knew what he did, and
the sexual pleasure it caused him was evident upon his face. He sat before me,
and for the first time since he returned to the room, I noticed he was only
wearing a bathrobe. Looking down, I saw his manhood, firm and erect.
Knowingly, he nodded and I slowly reached out to him. I took his large, erect
penis in my hands, and slowly stroked it. I ran my fingers along the length of
it, pausing momentarily at the tip before passing back down the shaft. I looked
up at him, a tear passing from the corner of my eye, as I recalled the passion
and embarrassment of the past moments, when I had brought myself to near orgasm
before him. He smiled again, and I slow brought my head towards his groin. All
thoughts of my own orgasm had passed as I took his penis into my mouth. I now
realized that in his depriving me of climax, he created in me an even greater
desire to give him fulfillment. And as I slid my mouth down the length of his
penis and slowly passed my tongue over the tip and down the shaft, I knew that
whatever else this night brings, he will reach ecstasy.

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