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When They Touch
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The Moment
Melissa felt Ed's lips caressing her belly, the tip of his tongue traced small circles around her navel, She felt his hands squeezing tightly, no longer blocked by clothes or situations. She tilted her head back, slowly drifting into the support of Ed's arms.
The toes of her right foot , curled atop the cushion of the chair. Her left leg supported her weight as she opened her body to Ed's roaming lips. Her hands stroked his hair, sometimes grasping, as she craned her neck closing her eyes tightly to let a single long gasp escape her throat.
Ed seemed intent on serving, his hand, his lips, even his nose worked to commit Melissa's flesh, her warmth, and scent to memory. He focused on her responses, pulling back at any tense reaction, slowly proceeding to the slightest encouragement. He felt Melissa's soft hands rubbing and stroking at his neck, he heard her sighs. He tasted her juices, sucking in her fragrance, as his head moved back and forth. The motion of his shaking head drew no
negative responses.
The sound of her breathing and her voice guided him on as he played across her body. His hands kneading the soft and ample flash beneath her back. A finger sometimes venturing over to probe at the crease or to plumb her depths.
The blackness of the night was broken periodically by approaching aircraft, the flashing beacons lining up to pierce the center of the runway lights, a silver bird roaring in and disappearing in the darkness of the tarmac.
Melissa was moaning softly as her hips moved back and forth in a slow rocking motion, as she enjoyed this attention she was receiving. Ed's hands tugging and plucking at the buttons of his shirt, each one loosened to reveal more of her body. The air hitting her skin, and the arousal of the nerves beneath her waist gradually evoking responses from her entire body. Her breast were full, her nipples, darkened and pointed as she felt her chest heaving
up and down.
She was falling deeper into this moment of passion, Just standing there rocking back and forth, stroking a head that seemed so content to be seeing to her needs.
A muscle contraction started at her center. A wave of spasms rose up past her navel to roll through her body just beneath her ribs. The moans gave way to low noises, which rose in pitch moving further up her body. The sounds she made were words and more, her voice making a sucking sound against the air of the silent room. The throaty sounds of passion rising them subsiding then rising again.
She also heard another sound, a licking sucking kissing pattern a long voice humming and searching as Ed went about his happy task. The lips of her vulva were full and warm against Ed's mouth. Her juices now flowed freely. The stickiness on her upper thighs offered up a warm and slick blend of her juices and the spoils from Ed's probing tongue.
His mouth now moved upward covering the very center of her shaven mound. His teeth first biting at her swollen hood, then a tongue pushing back to expose Melissa's passion. Then blunted teeth biting and a tongue flicking wildly as Melissa rose upward on her toes and squeezed Ed's head tightly against her body.
The moans, and sighs gave way to screams and squeals and she enjoyed the moment. Her leg tightening beneath her as her knees began to give out, her body now solely supported on Ed's hands still gripping tightly beneath her hips. Melissa was cradled in his strong hands as she gave herself up totally to the feelings overtaking her last bits of control.
Rocking and being lost, her head back, his head deeply immersed, and nothing but the darkness, sounds and touch to stimulate their senses. A gripping orgasm wracked her body, convulsing, and shaken, she slumped forward to pushing Ed's body back with the force of her weight. She slumped back onto the chair. Her knees fell to the floor, as her hands dug into his chest. Her hair now hung wildly, as her eyes flashed.
Small beads of perspiration formed across her brow as her labored breathing subsided. She found herself on her knees before this man, this friend she'd talked with for months but had only met today.
Melissa's hands reached into Ed's silk boxers. With firmness and softness she felt around emerging with one hand gripped tightly around Ed's shaft. The other lightly stroked his sack, rolling the oval orbs inside around as though they were treasured possessions.
She looked up into Ed's eyes, she also noticed the glistening wetness, clinging to his mustache. He had a slight smile on his face, and his eyes offered calming reassurance. Melissa slowly moved her head closer to the chair looking at the part of Ed she had unsheathed from silken cloth. She licked her lips and smiled as she held on, squeezing then relaxing her hand. Her tongue poked out to touch and trace, in a teasing maneuver, as Ed watched and
squirmed slightly in anticipation.
The warmth of Ed's legs and the rigid form gave away his strong desire for more. Melissa's tongue flicked outward, as her right hand squeezed the loose sack tightly. Ed seemed to shift in his chair, a low deep moan broke his silence. He did not watch as his head dropped back against the rear cushion of the chair.
Melissa's mouth covered a fleshy crown, drifting down to a textured ring before moving back up , to lick an open slot. Her tongue glided over a cleft, then wrapped around that same crown again to squeeze lightly between her lips.
The expression on her face as she gazed upward seemed to say it all, A smile formed with an o-shaped mouth as she searched Ed's reactions for signs of approval. Her eyes seemed to flash as she bit down. The bite was hard enough to electrify Ed's senses, yet tempered as to not break the skin.
Ed reached behind Melissa's head stroking rubbing, grasping a handful of hair. He watched as she moved her mouth over his shaft taking in more then pausing swallowing, breathing and taking in even more again.
Melissa continued to explore, to lick to suck, to turn Ed on, his shaft glistened with the results of her work as he pulled her upward. Ed rose from the chair himself his now naked body rubbing against Melissa's. His hands pulled the shirt from her shoulders as she moved in closer to him. A deep passionate kiss and holding seemed to continue forever.
Their naked bodies encased behind the glass of the balcony doors, the night sky beyond and the lessening airport traffic as flight operations slowed for the night. The lights from the distant runway offered up a bluish glow. Ed and Melissa both looked toward the wall, an inviting bed offered chances of more discovery and passion yet to come.
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The Bed
So much of what had occurred to this point was leading here. Moments of seduction and actions meant to suggest less-than-subtle signs that they'd both considered the possibilities. Ed and Melissa moved toward the bed, touching, kissing, falling, drifting deeply into each others souls. Fabric covering flesh was frantically cast aside in a spinning panorama of passionate activity. Two aroused creatures worked to expose each others bodies removing
those final remnants of protection.
Self assessments, embellished for months across computer screens were now meaningless. Words which had electrified passions now unsheathed the nakedness of raw actions. Nerves that had responded to the indirect stimulation brought on by intensive fantasies now cried out to be touched and charged and more.
Melissa's fingers were now touching Ed. As she ran her right hand down his left arm, two fingers tugged lightly on a hair, then broke away. Her colored nails traced the route of veins, a single fingertip circled a pore on a skin crying out for attention.
Her lips planted small kisses down the left side of Ed's face. She nuzzled closer as she moved along his neck, kissing, and biting playfully as Ed gazed into her eyes, grabbing a handful of her hair. "Oh I love the feel of your mouth on my body," Ed said, applying just a bit of pressure as he gently stroked her neck.
Melissa's hands and face moved in opposite directions. Her tongue bit lightly into Ed's chest as her hands slowly found their way along his body. She grasped Ed's shaft in her right hand, pausing for a moment then squeezing hard. Ed reacted with a static breath and a shiver that ran the length of his body. Melissa was now between Ed's legs. Her head was cupped in her right hand, as she looked into Ed's eyes. "I've been thinking about this since
just before we left the school," she said.
Licking her lips, the tip of her tongue lashed out to rub the cleft of Ed's penis. She licked upward, her tongue found the soft opening at the very tip. She let the underside of her tongue circle the crown. Then opening her mouth, her moist lips pulled inward to cover her teeth. Ed watched as the crown of his manhood disappeared behind red lips. He heard the shuddering sigh escape his lips as he felt Melissa's fingers close tightly to grip his
scrotum.
He tried to rise up only to have her firmly hold him down with her left hand. Her hand rubbed softly up and down his bare stomach. Her head moved up and down. Her hair and earrings catching the twinkling light filtering in through the balcony window.
Ed reached down, pulling Melissa's body upward, turning her to her side as he brought her knees around toward his chest. He gently opened her legs, to rest his head on her smooth left thigh. He turned his head to the right, bringing her calf to his lips, tasting kissing sucking he seemed to enjoy the closeness of her leg brushing lightly against his cheek. Melissa's thighs moved slowly up and down on the bed, her moans rose and fell as Ed explored
her lower body.
She felt his warm breath sucking then blowing on her skin. The sensual caressing brought out passions she'd never felt this way before. She sucked, his shaft filling the inside of her mouth she tightened her jaws then drew back, dragging her teeth along his soft skin. Then sucking hard again, her concentration was broken by the sucking feelings now sending warm impulses up from her own center.
She felt a warm mouth over her mound, a tongue moving roughly inside her as teeth stabbed at a hood left raw by earlier attention. Ed's sucking drew strong responses, Melissa's hand first stroked his neck then forced his head roughly against her body.
Her thighs squeezed tightly against his neck, holding him in place as she bucked wildly. She raised her head no longer restraining her feelings, loud cries and screams signaled a complete release as she surrendered full control to her passions. Groaning, gasping sounds mixed with words and sighs and shuddering breaths as Ed continued to carry her further beyond her life's experiences.
Ed felt the spasms and contractions now rising up in waves through Melissa's body. He continued fast and hard, then slowly. Circular motions inside followed by soft long strokes, along the edges.
An occasional suck centered solely on the leading edge of her slit, she felt his teeth biting down hard into her inner thighs. Then soft licks too numerous to count, as her arousal subsided and her breathing became smooth and natural. She seemed to feel a post orgasmic calm setting in as Ed's hands moved across her damp skin. His fingertips just barely touched her belly, a frenetic motion back and forth, the ridges of his fingerprints, just
blotting up light beads of moisture that formed below her navel
She felt his arms again repositioning her body., Lifting her up to straddle him, her bottom resting across his lap. Her sex was open, wet, dripping juices now extended warm and sticky from her center. A slippery film now covered her inner thighs as he held her above him. His head was framed by pillows as a look of unfulfilled passion still lingered on Melissa's face. Her lips still red, and full of desire, her nipples hard and erect, they poked
forward from breasts that showed the glow of desire. A skin so sensitive that any touch seared like fire, any breath chilled like ice.
Ed's hands were around Melissa's waist pulling her forward slightly then squeezing her tightly. He held her there for a moment, before pulling her down hard atop his body, There was hugging holding two naked bodies entwined together as for lips that had kissed almost everywhere now found each other. Two tongues probed and deep, hot breaths filled four ears and their faces made love. The sensuous contact of two bodies, so turned on seemed to cry out
that time had come.
Ed rolled Melissa on her back, his body still positioned between her legs. As they looked at each other, Melissa heard Ed's voice. The four words seemed so unnecessary at this point, but lost in his eyes, they seemed to peer deeply into her soul. She heard Ed's voice, deep, low, a whisper really, "God, I want you," Ed said with a whisper.
A stiff hardness, touched warm flesh for the first time. A bulging tip hesitated at a moistened entrance, heat and wetness, and a slippery opening first caught a ring then swallowed a shaft.
Two lovers grasped each other closely, as an open space tightened to a perfect fit. An excitement that had built for months at a distance, and intensified in the close contact of the day, had at last entered a new and different phase.
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The Unimagined
Memories were few but meaningful for the couple still touching in the darkness. Two people now shared the constant touching that comes with new love as they laid closely enfolded in each others arms.
Th ey talked, reflecting on the events of th e day. The shared impassioned moments that had brought them to this point, their co ntinuing arousal, now measured by soft tender brushes against each other's skin.
Ed's mouth was at Melissa's ear, "I wish we'd gotten together like this weeks ago," he said. "I had no idea how much I really wanted you those many months we simply talked in passing. "We will have to find some way to spend more time together," he said, as his hand rubbed lightly across her collar.
Melissa turned, they shared another wet passionate kiss. It provided the spark that led to their first familiar encounter. Melissa's hands gripped Ed's thighs, kneading, pressing as he filled her body once again. Her legs spread widely as he thrust deeply inside of her. His teeth biting at her neck, then his mouth sucking hard against her supple shoulder. Ed's hand grabbed and squeezed her left breast, as the movement of their bodies continued.
They each sought to please and to enjoy. Stretching their time together, they did not watch the clock, they simply allowed themselves to embrace each second and the warmth and satisfaction that it produced. Ed's body raised up as he supported himself above Melissa's warm soft form. He reached down, his large hand now covering her center, his fingers forming an arch way for his probing shaft.
Melissa felt a pressing digit now rubbing against her clit. She moaned as he opened her legs even further wider, a responsive gesture shiver of approval for this new and powerful stimulus. Each measured thrust inward brought a slight release of the pressure at her center, each withdrawal outward was met with the frenetic pressing of that one finger. The two fingers now contouring the shape of her inner thighs would spread then squeeze her labia to
form tightly around Ed's tool.
Ed's movements were more measured, thrusting, pausing, pulling back. His eyes now constantly gazing down at Melissa's face. He watched her changing face, expressions of desire, passion, and ecstasy were alternating as she breathed deeply. A quivering spasm wrenched down from her shoulders as she again raised her legs upward off the bed. Her body jerked wildly as she closed her eyes tightly, moaning, then sighing, then unintelligible sounds just
rising from an open mouth. Ed spoke , his voice calling out her name softly, "Melissa, take me, enjoy me, feel me," he said. "Be with me, I want you, feel it, take all of me."
He continued to move now with deeper, harder thrust, more rapid than before, "Oh Lis-suhhh you feel soooo good.' Low cries were rising from Melissa's throat, "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh." The sounds of passion now issued forth again and again. Her body now moved freely as she was again completely overcome with desire. Her fingers dug deeply into Ed's skin. She now scratched and pulled his body hard on top of her own. Her legs now rising to wrap tightly around
his back.
Where their last love making had been punctuated by touch, this one was marked by the sounds of abandon. A full volume exchange revealing their total loss of control. The sharing of each others bodies, and the thoughts that both had shared. The passion which had formed the basis for their on line lust was now real.
Their virtual feelings of desire were now released in much too physical terms. The imagined arousal reflected in the din of fast clattering keys was now giving way to the music of human passion. Two people now made love in a way which utilized all their senses fully.
The senses which nothing from their chats on-line or their talks on the phone could have provided were now fully involved in the process.
Each lover was keenly attuned to the smells rising up in their passionate moments. A deep breath brought forth the scents of a night which had been full of sex and shared passion. The musky smell of Ed's body filled Melissa's nose. The faint allure of Melissa's perfume still rose lightly to overtake the salty flavor of her moist skin.
Passions, though spent for brief moments never seemed fully extinguished. They did not count the hours, nor did they compete. They simply enjoyed, holding, loving, touching, tasting,. Then resting talking, softly stroking.
The night continued in pitch darkness, the quiet of the room broken by the sounds of two people, no longer strangers, sharing thoughts. The hotel bed, now disheveled, sheets, blankets, pillows moist and wrinkled from this long encounter.
The grayness of pre-dawn began to break through the balcony window, as Ed's hand still stroked Melissa's face. The kissing continued, but they were now the kisses of morning. Those special greeting kisses which said without words what they both were thinking.
They dozed briefly, never straying from their positions enfolded in a mass of oneness. The sleep was not without even more feelings, for each had dreamed of this closeness many times.
They seemed to lock nerves through two skins, constantly touching feeling the warmth, inhaling the vapors which neither had ever really been able to imagine until now.
The ridges of Ed's fingertips now traced softly over Melissa's skin. Her hand stroked his hair and occasionally fingered his earlobe. There was silence and an expressive sleep, one where two bodies are drawn together by magnetism.
Their hands reached out, their legs touched and rubbed, noses nuzzled necks, and inhaled deeply, as lips and tongues tasted salty skin.
They slept, but not really, yet they rested more soundly than they had in months. The arousal formed only with imagination was now reality. Ed had pleased Melissa, she had sated his ardor, they had shared each other, and wanted more.
A rising sun broke through as morning brightness illuminated a new day. It seemed symbolic of this physical union which could never again be confined to only a virtual world.
Terminal Interlude
Ed headed into the bathroom, as Melissa continued to doze silently, after a quick shower, he came out to find her still naked, a twisted sheet covering her body.
"What time does your plane leave," she said, her voice slightly raspy from sleep and the dry-mouthed feeling of passion. "Oh, eleven o'clock," he said, zipping up his fly as he stood there with his shirt still opened to the waist.
"Listen, I want to go down and check out, and pick up a paper for the plane. You get dressed and we'll get some breakfast before I head to the terminal." Ed headed out the door without so much as a good-bye.
Melissa glanced at the clock, it was eight. She rose up catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Her slightly puffy, her hair had that after-sex look that made her want to rush to the shower. She pulled herself off the bed, weak, tired, a bit sore. Her body reminded her of the activities of the night before. She felt a swollen fullness beneath her belly. The muscles of her inner thighs ached slightly. There were small discolored splotches at various points on her body.
A mark of passion beneath her right breast, a bruise, swollen, and blue on her left calf, matching mouth-shaped marks throbbed slightly as they touched at the base of her inner thighs. A long, single scratch ran up her leg from her right knee. It was slightly red. She thought about how much she enjoyed the night before as she headed to the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, she wrapped a towel around her hair to keep it dry. She stepped behind the curtain as steam billowed up to fill her dry nostrils and parched throat. She soothed her aching body in the hot steamy water. She held her head under, allowing the warm droplets to rinse away the foggy weariness allowing a wave of reality to set in.
A sadness overcame her as she thought about what lay ahead this Saturday morning. A night of passion that seemed to offer no future except an airport good-bye.
She worried Ed would walk out of her life as he had come in. A flight back to D.C., perhaps phone calls and that damn computer. She grew angry as she thought of wanting more. Could she ever be satisfied again with such impersonal contact.
As warm, soapy water stung the scratches and soothed the markings of a lust-filled encounter on her body, she wondered why she'd allowed it all to go so far.
She thought about Ed not looking back as he left for the lobby moments before. The shower that awakened her, cleared her mind bringing a deluge of second thoughts raining down upon her soul. She washed the spots he'd touched so softly just hours before.
An unsettling anger rose up as she thought for the first time, "what was so important in D.C.? Why did he have to get back so early in the weekend? Why would she ever get involved with someone whose life was so far away?" The warmth of the shower provided no relief for the chilling emptiness now defining her changing mood.
Melissa wrapped a large white towel around her as she went back into the room. She tried to shake the wrinkles out of the sweater dress, they were an unpleasant reminder of the out of character situation she found herself in now. A knock at the door startled her as she reached down to retrieve her bra.
"Yes," she said, "who is it," as she stood there in the room. Her legs still had droplets of water on them, and there was slight moisture around her hairline where the towel covering her head had failed to do its job.
A slight pause was followed by a nervous response "It's me, Ed" came the reply from the other side of the door. Melissa was slightly surprised. She thought to herself, "he took the key, why did he knock," as she opened the door for him. He stood there, two cups of coffee and a newspaper in his hands.
"I'm all checked out," he said, "I stopped for coffee, I remember you said you liked your with cream and sugar." Melissa followed him back into the room. "I wondered what took you so long," she said as she curled up in a chair by the balcony. "I thought you might want a little privacy," Ed said awkwardly.
Melissa sipped on the steaming hot coffee, as she looked at Ed sitting across the table. Her brow was furrowed slight as she blurted out "why don't you st-.... why do you have to have to head back to Washington so quickly?" She wondered whether she'd pulled the words back quickly enough as she waited for his response.
There was silence, a few seconds that seemed to go on endlessly. "I have this gallery opening," Ed said, "I promised a friend I wouldn't miss it, uhhh it's for charity." Melissa's face could not mask her disappointment.
Picking up her purse her dress and her bra she got up abruptly and walked toward the bathroom door. "I have to get dressed," she said, as the door clicked shut behind her. The feelings welled up inside of her, as she combed briskly at her matted hair. Her eyes flashed with anger as she began to regret her behavior.
"He obviously has a date back in D.C.," she thought. "Well, if he needs to get back, the bastard..." Her eyes flashed with anger as she climbed into stale garments. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I am not some cheap one night stand," she thought, as she fastened her bra behind her.
The mirror reflected her angry expression as the sweater dress fell down over her head. She breathed deeply wanting to compose herself as she smoothed the fabric over her body. She wanted to go out with class, so she quickly did her makeup. It provided a chance to calm herself before she faced Ed again.
Opening the bathroom door she stepped briskly into the room. Ed's bag was packed and the spread was pulled over the bed to cover the evidence of the night's activities.
Melissa glanced at the clock, it was nine-fifteen. "Listen," she said. "We're not going to have time for breakfast. I don't want you to miss your plane." She wanted to get as far away from Ed as possible. "I'll drop you at the terminal," she said, as she fumbled through her purse for her car keys.
"Okay," Ed said, "I wish we could spend more time together." Melissa stepped into her shoes, "Yeah right!" she thought as she headed to the door.
Ed picked up his jacket and his bag and followed her. The tension during the short ride to the terminal was broken with small talk that drew little response from Melissa. "Perhaps I can show you Washington sometime," he said. "I'll call you when I get back."
Ed kept staring at Melissa as she tightly gripped the wheel of her car. She looked directly ahead. A blank expression seemed to be the only responses she'd offer to his conversation. "I really enjoyed my visit, I hope we can see each other again sometime."
The words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Melissa thought, "Head back to Washington, and get back to your life." She wanted more, and Ed's quick departure seemed to indicate that just would not happen. She wheeled up to the concourse entrance. pulling into a drop off location.
Ed leaned over and proffered a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll call you," he said as he opened the door. "Good-bye," was his final word as he walked away without looking back.
Melissa was glad he didn't, he missed the tears as she put her car back into drive and pulled out into the traffic. She glanced to her right and did not see the man striding toward the terminal look back even once.
Pulling away she looked down to see a packet on the passenger seat. It was a an airline flight reservation envelope with a rubber band holding it to an open reporter's pad. Melissa thought, "the idiot forgot his ticket, would't it be a shame if he missed his gallery opening" I just won't answer my phone."
She was circling the concourse headed for the airport exit when traffic slowed to a stop. She turned the pad over to reveal the open page. There was a small red ticket stuck on the face of the pad.
Ed's printing was large and written in bold letters. Melissa read the words silently: "I really enjoyed spending time with you. I do need to get back to Washington, the ticket in the reservation has your name on it.
The ticket below is for you if you care to join me for the gallery opening. If you catch this flight we will have time to shop for the things you need this afternoon in Arlington. I was able to confirm your seat reservation while I was in the hotel lobby this morning. I hope to see you in a few minutes. ED"
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