Hidden Moments

As she lay there under the doona slowly drifting in that shadowy haven before sleep, her mind wanders, replaying images of gentle hands gliding across her body. The sensations, the way her body responded to him. Her mind replays how his skin felt, his body’s response to hers. She remembers how pleased she felt, how grateful that he responded to her touch knowing he comes from a place of greater knowledge. She wanted to please him the way he pleased her. As she drifts from memory to memory her hands automatically start skimming her body somehow making the images in her mind richer and stronger. She wonders why this man. She can't explain it and calls herself a fool, she knows he is used to more than she will ever know and wonders if... she lets that thought drift away as eyes closed, her hands begin to mimic his touch. She feels her body heat, her breath shorten.

Her hand slowly makes its way between her legs rubbing gently over her mound. Barely touching, lightly exploring, she enjoys the feel of soft skin. Fingers grazing back and forth creating a pleasing friction she ventures a little further down with each motion finding little nerve endings she had been unaware of and wonders if she should thank him or curse him for introducing her to forbidden pleasures. Safe under her doona she feels for the little pearl hidden beneath the folds, finding it swollen beneath its hood her fingers begin to gently tease. Rubbing softly, she applies a little pressure her body growing hotter responds to her touch. She can feel him now, playing with her, fascinated by her body’s response to his all-knowing fingers she relaxes giving him total control. Her body moves in a rhythm as old as time as she looses herself in sensations and memories.

Fingers wet, she wonders at the taste as she raises her fingers to her mouth. With a tentative swipe of her tongue across her fingers, she is surprised at the mild slightly salty taste of pre cum. Enjoying the taste she places her fingers in her mouth and slowly sucks them clean. She becomes conscious of the sound of the wind and rain but snug in the dark under her doona the sound becomes a melody as her fingers continue their journey gliding softly over her body