More acurately, I want to get you off _BIG_TIME_, but using _your_ hands instead of my own.More acurately, I want to get you off _BIG_TIME_, but using _your_ hands instead of my own. Knowing what I'm doing to you will really get me quite well, you'll know that when you hear my orgasm -shortly after I've heard yours. Are you ready for this? Are you horny? do you like the idea?" Your voice is trembling just a little as you answer me, "Yes, I'm horny. I can tell that I'm already starting to get wet!" "Good. I like knowing that. When I say that I'm doing something, I want you to do it for me. Like, right now I want to caress your neck, so I need you to rub your neck, caress it for me..." "Your touch feels good," You tell me. "Good. You don't have to talk if you don't want to, just let me know that you're enjoying yourself, and tell me when you take the phone away from your ear so that I can stop talking until you're back on, OK?" "Yes." "Your neck feels wonderful to my fingertips. I like stroking them over it, feeling the softness of your skin as I run my hand over it. The touch of your hair on the back of my hand as I look into your eyes, enjoying the passion I see reflected in them. I move my hand down the front of your sweater, lightly, outlining the curves of your breast, without touching them firmly enough to enjoy their mass. I move my hand down to your belly, and rest it there, massaging for a moment before I move to your hip and caress there. Your body feels so soft, so warm and so alive under me that I want to tear your clothes off. My cock gets stiffer just thinking about it. "I'm rubbing your belly, your sweater between my hand and your fine skin. I want to see your naked body, filled with passion, but I want also to wait. I move my hand down to the fly of your jeans and rub there for a little while, caressing around your hip bones, enjoying the feel of your body beneath the jeans. I want to feel that body, so I move my hand back up, under your sweater, to your belly. |