Every time you come to mind, I get this sensation I can't explain. Not like a tingle, but more of a flash of heat, from head to toe and toe to head again, leaving behind a little mini-shiver. I haven't seen you for almost five years, and still you evoke this passion that cuts to my soul.
These thoughts of you come often, several times a day. And most times I'm someplace where I can't just help myself through it. I'm in line at the grocery store, or at the kids' school, or surrounded by friends who couldn't possible understand this level of intimacy I have with you. There's not even a word to describe it, at least I haven't found one yet.
In a perfect world I could pleasure myself whenever, wherever. Anytime your image flashes through this dizzying pile of thoughts in my head. I thought of you this morning, in a department store fitting room. I was shopping for panties and bras, specifically the kind with lots of lace and maybe a playful little bow. Nothing trashy – just the right amount of sexiness. I had picked up a pair of panties like this. They were a soft sheer material with a delicate lace edge, and a tiny satin bow in front that sat a few inches under my belly button. They were white, and the lacy edge was light pink.
When I put them I this thought of you sprang to mind. I don't know why at that moment. Maybe you had mentioned something once. About lace, or pink, or bows. It doesn't matter. When I pulled them over my tanned skin and caught myself in the mirror, I felt it. The heat, the little shiver, and then just the tiniest tease deep inside. I closed my eyes and smiled, picturing you sitting in the cozy armchair in the corner of this room. Able to see me from all angles with mirrors on three of the four walls. The elegant room was bright enough to try on lingerie, dim enough to feel intimate in it.
Suddenly you were there, eyeing me quietly with a grin on your face. Sitting still – just….watching. You made a motion for me to turn, and as I did, I could feel your eyes walking down my muscular back and resting on my ass. This was always the part you liked best. Especially where the very top of my thighs meets the curve. I looked over my shoulder, waiting for more instructions. Having you control me makes me feel pleasantly out of control. When instructed I turned the rest of the way around, so I again faced myself in the mirror, with you just out of view in the shadows. Your presence has made me hot, anxious. I admire the way my nipples stand erect now, anticipating touch, breath, warmth. They are round and full, flawlessly unmarked and smooth. I stand here now in just these fabulous panties and an urgent feeling to have you inside of me. I tremble as you tell me put on the rest.
"The rest" consists of the matching bra. Made of the same white sheer fabric, with pink lace edge. The bow this time is in the center, between my breasts, the edges of it curving slightly as they lay against the crest of my flesh. I slip it on, hook it in the back. As my gaze returns to the mirror, I again think of you. Watching me. Heat, shiver, tremble.
The light color of the set enhances my tan skin. I run my fingertips lightly between my breasts, and down to the top of the panties. I ask you if you like it. You reply that you love it, and that you love seeing me flushed and excited. You hold your finger to your lips and whisper "Shhh." You tell me to close my eyes and imagine you touching me.
This is not something I'm shy about. I pleasure myself often, and it's often just as satisfying as sex with a partner. I lower myself slowly onto the comfortable satin covered bench sitting across from you in your shadowed corner. I sit just on the edge, so the one dim light above us is reflected off of my breasts, in this beautiful, sexy new bra. I arch my back as I run my fingers across my breasts. I touch one, then both. Gently I rub at my nipples through the bra. They are so hard that they're visible through the sheer fabric, making the most perfect point right in the center of each side. The more I rub them, the harder they become, and the wetter I get.
I'm already having trouble controlling the pace of my need for you. Heat, shiver, tremble. I let out a soft moan from the hot feeling encompassing my body. I look over at you, and you motion for me to continue. I lean back on my left hand as my right hand trails down my abdomen and finds the top of those sexy panties. Just above the bow, my fingertips slip underneath, and down to my pussy, begging for your touch. Knowing you are watching me, I get hotter, and start gently rubbing my clit, which by now is just as excited as my nipples. Can't forget about my nipples – my left hand goes back to them and caresses, making sure not to forget about the soft sloping cleavage in between. I love being touched there.
The feeling of the new bra between my fingers and my nipples is a catalyst for the increasing speed of my right hand, which is now tracing around my warm center. Slick and wet, it waits for you. My breathing is faster, heavier. I moan softly again as I spread my legs wider to accommodate my hand. I've done this before, and I know it won't be long before my submission to climax. As my fingers begin going in and out and my nipples begin hurting for your mouth, I feel a freight train coming. I know it's near, and it just makes me turn up the speed. I catch you grinning out of the corner of my eye, and I grin back, knowing that you enjoy this as much as I do.
I'm getting so close now that my center is going numb, with so much feeling at once. I throw my head back and cry in ecstasy as this series of electrical waves wash over me. I tremble, I shiver, and I'm covered in goosebumps as my whole body responds. After a few late bursts, I sit up again and look over to you. You lean forward and whisper "I love doing that to you."
Suddenly you are gone. I'm alone in this room again, wishing you were really there, wishing I could make you a part of this every day. One day I will see you again, and when I do the feeling will be even better, longer, and hotter. For now I will get on with my day, but I'll think of you again when I get home and slip on this amazing lacy set.
