Your Picture

Your Picture by Anonymous The first picture is of you standing in front of a window, framed by the drapes. You'renaked except for a black g-string. You're not-quite-cupping your right breast with yourright hand - your thumb covers part of your nipple, but not all. There's a big smile onyour face, and your left hand is just sliding under the fabric that covers your mons, justup to the second knuckle. I bet it feels nice - and I bet your middle finger is justtouching the top of your sex. Looking at the picture and thinking about how soft and firmyour breasts are, and the soft curls of your pubic hair is making me hard. I'm playing a little with my pubic hair. It's hot here and I'm naked and myair-conditioning isn't working. It feels nice to play with the hair around my cock, butnot as nice as it would be having your hand doing that. It's more thrilling when someoneelse touches me there. My cock aches for a touch. I can tell you liked posing for that picture. Your letter says Suzy took it - and thatyou're both waiting for me to come home. Knowing that just makes my cock ache all thatmuch more. Now I'm playing with my balls - cupping them with my fingers, rolling them around in theirloose sack, the back of my thumb holding the shaft of my penis up as I tug at my scrotum -pulling it taught and feeling its warm skin slide between my finger tips and palm. Thespot on my shaft where the underside of the glans is joined to the shaft with a little,taught bit of skin is demanding attention, but I'm trying to hold out, letting the feelinggrow. I can massage the base of my penis by pressing up through my perineum, stimulatingthe root of my penis. It feels like its getting harder and longer. The ache runs up thesides of my shaft and around the edge of my glans. It's pain that is pleasure - I'mintensely aware of it, and know that stroking it in a little while will build me towardecstacy. I'm looking at your picture again and am remembering what its like to lie with you andstroke you - to feel your body pressed against mine, our lips touching, tongues caressing.I'm imagining the feel of your breasts pressed into my chest, and my penis rubbing againstyour pubic hair. I explore every inch of your body with my tongue - tasting and smellingthe essence of you - making a memory of your textures and tastes and firmnesses andsoftnesses. My cock is demanding to be stroked, and I've reached down to give in to the demand. Idon't grab it around the shaft - that's for later, but rather over the top - so the glansrests just up at the top of my palm and the tips my three middle fingers are on theunderside of the shaft. I let them slide up the shaft toward the tip, pulling the looseskin up over the edge of the glans - the most sensitive spot of it, just on the edge ofthe underside. I let my fingers circle around, stimulating the edge of the glans, andpulling the skin up and down the shaft. It's getting harder. With my left hand I'm playingwith my breasts - it feels good to squeeze them and I wonder if it feels even as remotelygood as it does when you play with your breasts, or have them stroked and caressed. Now I think about eating you -running my tongue around your nether lips and tasting thesweet, pungent moistness of your arousal. I'm thinking of your firm soft thighs and theshape of your labia. I remember how your inner lips protrude a bit from between the softroundness of the outer lips, and that as I touch my tongue to them they open like aflower, and your moisture is like the most arousing perfume. I suck all of you into mymouth, and my tongue penetrates your vagina, and you squeeze down on it. You guide myministrations with little touches and moans, and when its time to focus on your clitorisyour legs lock around my head and hold it tight to you, and your hips rise up again andagain to meet my caresses and then you're cumming for the first time. My cock is straining and I've hardly touched it while writing these words. Now I'm lookingat the picture of you with the panties around your ankle and you touching yourself. I wantto touch you and caress you. I've just finished rubbing my penis hard - getting right upto the edge. Index and middle finger underneath, thumb on top, knuckle of my third fingeralong the right side. I grasp the loose skin of the shaft and rub up and down hard andfast until I'm almost cumming - there's a little fluid leaking from the tip after I dothis. I like to get right up to the edge and then relax a little and then do it over andover again. It's the anticipation. Now I'm squeezing my penis between my thighs. It's hardto keep writing. I keep looking at your picture and thinking of you kneeling astride me. You grasp my penisat the base and guide it into yourself. We watch as the tip of my penis parts your lipsand then you slide down on top of me. You're so soft and warm and tight and slippery. Wefit together so well. You lean over and I lick and worry your nipples as you slide slowlyup and down my shaft. After a while you sit up again - - our bodies united, the curls ofour pubic hair intertwining. You lean back a little, and reach down to part you lips a bitto expose your clitoris. I reach up and stroke it oh so gently. Each time I caress yourclitoris you tremble a little, and your vagina grasps my penis. We keep at it. Bringingyou near the edge of orgasm over and over. Finally I can't stand it any more. I look at you and imagine being inside you and I'mrubbing harder and faster. Thumb on top, two fingers underneath, pulling the loose skin upover the edge of my glans. My hips are thrusting rhythmically. This tingle at the tip ofmy urethra becomes insistent. Faster and faster, my hand a blur. My hips arch up and thenthe semen rushes up and through my penis and my hips are jerking and I'm cumming,gloriously, looking at your picture and imagining being buried deep within you and thesemen is spurting out, over and over again. My body finally relaxes, and I roll over onto my side, clasping the motel pillow to me,trying to feel you and your warmth against me. The plane arrives tomorrow at three. I lookat your picture again, not knowing if I'll be able to wait for then. My penis stirs and Iknow I'll be dreaming of you soon.