Foreign Fantasy II

She does not have to work the next day. We take advantage of her being home to explore each other’s bodies more thoroughly. I learn what she likes rough, and what she likes gently. I push gently toward her boundaries. I push to learn her heights of pleasure. We take breaks to nap briefly, or to get something to drink, or just to wash off. When evening comes, I help her prepare a dinner of finger foods for us to share.

As we eat, I ask her if I may explore being more intense with her. She looks at me wonderingly. I explain that I would like to push the boundaries a little more and show her some things that I feel I am good at. I explain that since I don’t know her well enough yet to know all of her likes and dislikes, I am asking. We talk more, clarifying what I would like to do and what she truly feels comfortable with.

I start slowly and build her arousal. I tease her body in ways that I have not done yet. I spend nearly an hour touching her skin without touching her nipples or her pussy. When I do touch them, I am careful to keep her from having an orgasm. I push her nerves to the very edge while keeping her from having an orgasm. I touch her skin, bringing it to life. I tease and tantalize until I hear her panting and see her entire body squirming on the sheets.

Without any warning or indication of what I am going to do. With her eyes closes and legs parted, I move quickly and suck her clit between my lips. Drawing all of her sexual energy straight to her loins where I push back to her release. Sending her orgasm in strong waves back through the entirety of her body. Every muscles tenses, her fingers clutch the sheets so tightly they may rip, her back arches as she gasps out a strangled cry of release.

Before her orgasm can finish, I slide my cock into her. Sending new shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her cry out once again. I take her body now, making it mine for my pleasure. I explained earlier that I would take my turn and now I am keeping that word. I drive into her with every thrust. I push deeply into her body, forcing my way all the way in so that her clit is squeezed between us. I use her body as the source of my pleasure, as if I can drive all of my body inside of her led by my cock. As if my mind is surrounded by the sweet pleasure of the walls of her pussy.

I forcefully release my orgasm into her. She arches her back again to meet me, willing my cum deeper into her body.

Sweating and panting, I nearly collapse onto her, but I restrain enough to make sure I am not crushing her or making it hard for her to breathe as she is sweating and panting under me. We don’t speak. We simply lay there, each trying to catch our breath, each just sharing the intensity of the moment with each other. No words are necessary. We can feel the satisfaction radiating from each other.

The next day we spend shopping. After teasing and asking I convinced her to allow me to cook dinner. I did insist she pick out a good wine to go with dinner since I really have no idea what is available.

I show off my culinary skills, as limited as they are, and prepare a very nice dinner. She is so relaxed, and so comfortable sharing her kitchen and table with me.

What follows is a given of course. We retire to the bedroom where I take charge of ravishing her body thoroughly. She has been wined and dined, and now she is getting everything she has gotten the last two days and more. She is teased and tantalized. Brought to the edge and held there as long as I can keep her there. She is brought to orgasm after orgasm.

Between the wine and the full attention of my exertions, when we are done she slips peacefully into slumber. I lay awake a few minutes longer listening to her breath. Part of me hates what I am going to do, but another part remains resolute. This was the point of the trip.

I awaken while it is still dark. While she is still sleeping. I trusted my body to wake me early enough and it did not fail me. I slip out of the bed quietly. Dress in the darkness. In the dining room, I leave the note on the table. The first words she may recognize. They are words they she wrote. The second words are my own. Letting her know that I was the man she wrote about when she left that comment in a public forum.

She will probably hate me for what I just did. For not telling her who I really was. Only part of me cares.

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I have to add this addendum to this post. The person I was writing about is someone who is a very ugly person from the inside. I have spoken with her. I have seen her blog and she really is ugly from the inside. Not too long ago I saw a picture of her. I have come to know she is ugly from the outside as well. I have no doubts my cock would not be capable of rising to this fantasy. I don't even think a blind fold would help.