This happened last night…I simply had to attempt to describe it….no matter what you think of what follows, I failed to describe its unspeakable beauty.
It’s tomorrow. Tomorrow at almost precisely 10:00 my monthly visitor will arrive, so today, I’m feeling soft…vulnerable…essentially, and quintessentially feminine. The soft, cotton, floral pattern dress I’ve been wearing all day is supplemented by a pair of equally soft, pale green panties with a tiny dark green bow on the front. Sometimes, the bow is visible through the cotton of the dress. Underneath it all, my body is preparing to work her magic…to announce my fertility…to prepare me for what one day I desperately hope will happen…a child will nestle in the new, fresh protective lining of my womb. My breasts, while not aching yet as they will tomorrow, are exquisitely sensitive. The slightest touch, or even breath of wind causes them to firm up, and their nipples strain to be noticed.
And now, it is early evening. We have had dinner, and Emily, knowing what comes tomorrow, and therefore how I am feeling today, brought me flowers when she came home from work. A lovely romantic touch that almost sets the tears flowing. My face is in her hands and she kisses me with unutterable tenderness. My hands on her hips feel the outline of panties through her dress. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realise that they are not her usual thongs. Just panties. I don’t even make the connection that my lover doesn’t even possess what you might call ordinary panties. No matter, her kissing and the gentle darting of her tongue into my mouth is stripping my soul bare even as she gently unzips my dress at the back and let’s it fall to the floor around my feet.
She gently eases me onto the bed. I stretch fully, sensuously, my left arm curled over my head, and my right covers my naked breasts and holds my left shoulder as if to shield them from her view. My legs, I notice….well…how strange. My pelvis is curled slightly to the left and my knees are drawn up together….almost virginal. Even though I know she wants to make love to me, and I want her to….oh, how I want her to…I seem to have adopted this ‘first time’ pose.
My eyes close, and in the sacred silence, I hear the rustling of Emily’s dress as it joins mine on the floor. I feel the bed move as she climbs on it and gently, as if to persuade me, she straightens my legs. She kisses me again, my lips, my cheek, right up to my ear. I am expecting her exquisite tongue to prove my highly erogenously sensitive ear, but instead all I feel is her warm breath as she whispers, “It will be alright, trust me.”
She gently moves my right arm from across my breasts exposing them to her view. My boobs seem to harden for her…almost trying to bridge the distance between them and her lips. My nipples are so hard that they ache. She kisses first one them the other. Tiny, gently kisses, soft, delicate and almost ethereal. Then her fingers. Light strokes with the back of her hand. My boobs are so sensitive I fancy I can distinguish the dresses across her knuckles, and the hardness of her fingernails, although she is careful not to hurt me in any way. As soon as I feel the touch it evaporates into the ether.
She kisses my tummy, playing with my belly button with the tip of her tongue. And then, just above my panty line, she hovers for a moment. The places one special kiss right in the centre of my abdomen, and whispers, “And here, my love, here, one day, our baby will grow. Here…in your womb, we shall create new life together, you and I.” Tears roll unchecked down my face. Some are for the beauty of what she has said, some are for Ali, and her new life that was not to be.
Emily slips my panties down. There is no rush…no urgency…no desperation, although I know she wants me as urgently as I want her. She gently spreads my legs. Normally, she would suck me to orgasm…finger me….talk dirty to me…her fingers would explore every hole…but not now. Not tonight. She kissed up my body from my mound. All the way she alternates her kisses with verbalisations, complimenting me on how I taste, how I smell, how much she loves me, and how much she wants me.
I feel something firm on my vulva. Miss Brain must have known, of course, that the only time Emily wears panties is when ‘Mike’ our beautiful strapless strap on is due for an outing, but I swear, until that moment, I had no idea. We came here straight from the dinner table, Emily must have been wearing him down there, under her dress. She pushes and begins to enter me. I’m nowhere…not in control of my body, my thoughts or my reactions. Everything is automatic. I spread my legs wider for her and then she stops. Not in me, not out of me. She holds my face again, and kisses me deeply, as she does so, she gives a tiny, barely perceptible push. I cry out in imaginary pain. ‘“Shhhh…..it won’t last long…let’s just wait.” She holds perfectly still. I can almost feel the (non-existent) stinging recede, and the (equally non-existent) trickle of blood run down my bum cheeks.
Then she pushes firmly but oh, so slowly. I gasp as she fills me. It’s wonderful; I’m in a place few ever go to, somewhere between reality and fantasy, between the tangible and the imagined. Emily begins to make love to me. She punctuates her thrusts with kisses, and now and then, she whispers to me. “Oh my love…you feel so good inside….let me make you pregnant.”
Her pace increases and so does the desperation inside me. I am wholly and totally hers. I feel her movements inside me, not as desperate, savage, or introspective, everything she is doing is for me and for me alone. She is loving me, deflowering me, taking every girls’ ultimate gift to another, her virginity. I return her thrusts which are becoming more urgent, by tilting my pelvis to receive each one…to bury her deeper inside me….to welcome her thrusting penis. I feel my climax warm my body as it approaches. My legs spread wider, and I cross them over her waist. “Oh…Emily….yes….come inside me.” Her pace builds. We are still such a long way from what we have done like this…there is no dirty talk, and she has certainly banged me faster and harder before….yet now….now, all I feel is the gentle movements inside me. I feel as if her cock is yearning, seeking out my cervix so it can bathe it in its semen. I find my voice. "Oh, Emily….I….I….I’m going to cum.”
She pushes, and somehow, don’t ask me how since surely, she can feel nothing through the strap on buried deep in me, she knows the moment I am closest. I feel wetness…..not a gush or a flood, or even pulses, it is as if my whole crotch and inner thighs are suddenly bathed in a warm wetness, and I know that Emily has come as well. The knowledge is all I need, and my orgasm takes me. I hold her, I cry out she jerks inside me, mimicking perfectly an ejaculation. Her hands are hooked under my shoulders, and together, on that bed, we are physically one.
**
It took ages for both of us to stop cumming. Each tiny movement set off a series of aftershocks for us both. Emily told me afterwards that she had just had the biggest, “…most complete..” orgasm of her life.
**
She withdrew from me carefully, and the next thing I was aware of is her spooning me from behind, and me being wrapped up in her arms. Somehow, she had lost ‘Mike’ along the way, and we lay naked in each other’s arms in the wetness we had both created.
Sleep came easily to us both, and we dreamed of our life together joined, as surely as we had been joined this holy night.
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