Loving Heather

                                                        Loving Heather

                                                      By Daryl Campbell



         Heather was late already. I was anxious for her to arrive as weeks had passed since she let me know I could have her. I imagined it over and over in my mind, how she would look and how she'd feel against me. The anticipation of having her was nearly unbearable. I loved her and wanted her more now than I ever had. I could actually feel her as I waited: the touch of her skin, the pressure of her lips against mine, and her hands caressing my body. Memories yes, but so clear and evident that they made me shudder. I leaned my head back, tired and sexually frustrated, and drifted into unconsciousness. Perhaps sleep would take my mind off my wife and pass the time until she was here, perhaps.

         The dream took me in a swirl of erotic desire and desperate need. Heather was in a room with large, glass windows and a black, metal door. She hovered over me, possessed by lust while I lay motionless on the floor. I got to my feet, all the time looking into her longing, brown eyes. She had dressed to appeal to me: a thin, blue top that hung loosely upon her shoulders and draped across her breasts, clinging to their gentle curves and revealing what was hidden just beneath the cloth. The top didn't make it all the way down to her waist, leaving an inch or so of her flesh visible above a pair of tiny, blue panties that only covered enough of her to send my imagination reeling with the anticipation of getting them off. She was beautiful and I wanted her, I needed to have her.

         I stood before her and placed my hands on her hips, gripping them just enough that I felt her skin against the inside of my hands. She tilted her head back and allowed me to touch my lips to hers. Our tongues brushed against each other and gently flirted with the fulfillment of the desires I imagined we both had. The temptation to remove her clothes and have my way with her was almost more than I could endure, but I didn't want to rush the moment. I wanted the coming experience to last. I wanted the time we would share to leave me a memory of her in all her seductive glory. Heather wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tight against her body. My back tingled as her hands slid along my spine. I knew what she wanted and I knew, with our bodies this close to one another, she could feel what I wanted too. I backed her up to the door and my heart raced as I felt the bumps, caused by the cold metal touching her almost bare ass, rise up across her body. The kiss was suddenly more passionate. We groped at each other intently and our love and sexual need fed the approaching moment.

         My drive was wild. I lifted the bottom of the thin shirt up over her head and across the length of her upright arms. Hardened nipples rose out on the end of each of her soft, white breasts. I bent to let my lips feel her chest, bringing my tongue to the sensually swollen beauty I found there. My hands moved down her back and I slid them underneath cotton panties and across the cool skin of her ass. I clenched the skin in my hands, aroused even more as I felt her fully within them. My breath was heavy, as was hers, and I knelt to the floor, pulled the panties down her legs, and let them drop off her ankles to the floor. Kissing the outside of her thigh, my lips led me across the front of her leg and finally up against the left side of her shaven pussy. My lips pressed upon her exposed clit and I tasted her wetness on my tongue. She only allowed me to remain there for a moment before she placed her hands behind my head and lifted me up to kiss her. She was still unaware, after all these years, that I so much enjoyed exploring her with my tongue. My hands played with her body, gently squeezed her thighs, rubbed her back, and then fondled those wonderful breasts.

         I knew as we went that she had no idea how attractive I found her. She could never tell how much beauty I saw in her. Memories swirled in my mind and brought me back to the first time I saw her. I met her in a place I came across by chance, and I wanted her. I found her then, and still do today, to be so beautiful. I remembered the first date, the first time I kissed her, the first time I held her in my arms, and the first time I removed her clothes. That moment, when the last of her clothing peels from her body and exposes her fully to me, is still what I favor most about the sexual dance. It precedes any true foreplay and, as it occurs, it lets me know that I'm going to have her, that I'll be able to take her and ravage her with all the aggression stirred by my desire for her. She's so much more than she thinks and I can always be easily taken by her. I knew I wanted her and knew she could have me by any force on her part. If she pushed for me to make love to her at any point, no matter my intentions otherwise, she could have me with little effort. The pictures in my mind suddenly shifted as I felt her hand grip my penis. I needed her NOW!

         She stroked me with a soft grip, rubbed up and down and raised my desire further. She stopped and used both her hands to slide my underwear down my legs and to the floor. I was pleasantly surprised when she gripped me again and put my penis in her mouth. It lasted for only a few, short minutes, but the feeling was wonderful. It was always nice to feel myself in her mouth, though she tended to leave such actions to the rarest of times. I seem to enjoy it far more than she likes to do it. She never seems to know how much she's wanted or how often I think of enjoying her. She rose up and  kissed me again. We were lost in the need to be together, me inside her. I turned her around, her auburn hair rolled over her left shoulder and left the right one bare to me, and she leaned against the glass window before us. She wasn’t afraid of anyone witnessing our passion and it excited me. The sun was still up and shone brightly against her pale body. I kissed the exposed skin of her shoulder and lifted my penis to rest against the curve along her ass. I pulled her against me and the nerves in my genital danced with the warmth and pressure I could feel as her cheeks pressed against it. I felt her breasts waver when I cupped them in my hands and squeezed with my fingers. My kisses ran up her shoulder and across her neck as I slid my hand down her stomach to her vagina. She eased her legs apart so I could find her with my fingers. It was exhilarating to rub my fingers against the moistened area. Heather's breath deepened as I pushed my finger inside and eagerly felt the wetness that enveloped it. She turned suddenly, pulled me toward the bed. I watched as she lay back on the bed and allowed her legs to open, enticing me to join her between them. The dream drained away suddenly as I went to her and my eyes opened.

         I am not sure what pulled me back into the conscious world, the sound of the car approaching or the voices of yelling children climbing from it. Either way, I gritted my teeth in frustration as I woke with cloth shorts clinging to an unresolved erection. The anger was momentary and passed when I saw our children and caught my first glimpse of the woman I needed. Even in faded jeans and an old t-shirt, she was beautiful and I knew when I saw her how much I truly loved her. The children, all three of them, were wonderful aspects of the both of us: children that sought attention and love, that enjoyed anything they got from either of us. I met each of them with a hug and a kiss before they inevitably turned their attention to things other than their father. I still had the baby girl in my arms when Heather got to me. She managed a small smile and allowed me a welcomed kiss and a relieving, deep hug. I became frustrated once again as the squeeze of her rear only got me pushed away with a quick frown.

         We were able to spend some time together with our children, but I was unable to get Heather alone over the next few hours. We played some games, watched a few movies, and she whispered me promises of what I could expect later, after the kids were all asleep. I behaved myself very well as the time passed and made certain not to say anything that would derail the expected alone time with my wife. The kids had only been asleep for a few minutes when Heather finally felt free enough to be with me. She whispered that I would be happy, asked me to give her a few minutes before I came into the bedroom. I agreed quickly. After a long kiss, she went off to get ready and, pleasantly, she seemed as interested in having me as I was in having her.

         I opened the door to the bedroom. The light was off and Heather was barely visible. She told me to come in and shut the door and I did. I asked if I could turn on the light and she agreed, eager to see my reaction to how she was dressed. The light came on and I smiled.

         Heather was dressed in a long, button shirt I had given her some time ago. The shirt, being mine, came down below the bottom of her ass, just barely covering what was beneath it. Black stockings rose up to her thighs, only an inch or so below the end of the shirt. It was appealing and I was excited by the anticipation. I moved toward her and she took me in her arms.

         My hands went immediately to her butt. I loved the feel of her ass in my hands and knew as soon as I touched her that she was wearing a thong. I fondled her, wantonly kissed her neck below the jaw line. My hand rubbed against the flesh of her rear and added to my arousal. She lifted my head up from her neck and kissed me wildly, her tongue probed my mouth, twisted around my own. I stepped back from her and unbuttoned the shirt. It was only a few seconds before I had completely loosened it and set the beauty beneath it free. The yellow top she had on clung to the shape of her breasts and separated below them and left her stomach bare. I could easily make out her breasts through the almost transparent material. They were not large, but ample to me in every respect. Pale, creamy skin topped in brownish red nipples that had already hardened under the desire she felt. I longed for her, was satisfied that the moment was finally here.

         I moved back a few feet to absorb her incredible beauty. She wore a black, butterfly thong that clung to her hips just below a black garter belt that wrapped around her waist. The belt was fastened to her stockings by a laced strap. It was better than I imagined. Again, I embraced her tightly, never wanted to let go of this woman.

         “What do you think,” Heather whispered in my ear as if she didn’t already know. The warmth of her breath sent tingles down my spine. “I hope you like it.” She could already feel that I did.

         “I think you’re beautiful.” I knew she was afraid to let herself believe she was. “I’m glad you’re mine.” In truth, I was. “And I want you, I need you in every way.” I added, hoping she would finally realize how important she was. She never believes it.

         The next kiss was deep. I wanted her to feel my love for her and enjoy it. Bound in each other’s arms, we made our way to the bed. I never thought of turning off the light. I wanted to see her as I made love to her, as I showed her the passion I held. She sat down when her legs pushed against the edge of the bed and removed the shorts I wore. I pulled off my shirt and leaned in toward her as she slid her entire body onto the bed. I stopped there for a moment, looked into her brown eyes and enjoyed her smile. She was worth every day I had spent loving her, something I had failed so many times to let her know. She positioned herself against the pillow at the opposite end of the bed and motioned for me to come to her. I was glad she wanted me.

         Heather bent her legs, pulled her feet up closer to her body as I climbed onto the bed. She spread her legs enough for me to fit my body. It was then that I saw that the thong opened completely in the spot between her legs. I placed my hands firmly under her ass and pulled myself to her until my lips brushed against the inside of her thighs. I could see she was already wet, her beautiful, shaven pussy moist, reddened, and swollen with need. I kissed along the inside of her leg, sucking just enough to pull the skin against my teeth. My tongue found its way to her, licking against wet, folding lips as I entered into the edges of her womanhood. She tensed, but didn't stop me. I didn't want her to. I loved the taste of her and needed her to want me to taste her. God, this was worth it. I wanted her this way. I wanted to have my tongue touch her pussy and taste what was there. I knew I wanted more from this. I rose up with my arms extended and looked into her eyes as she opened them.

         “I want you on top of me. I want you to let me eat you while you make yourself cum. Please?” I asked urgently and hoped she'd sense my need for it.

         “I can try,” she said, but we both knew she could. She was a little shy about it, but there was never any reason for her to be. I liked it and she knew I did.

         “You can say anything to me, Heather. I'm willing to do anything you want.” I moved up and kissed her. “I want you to tell me what you want, how bad you want it, and I want you to have an orgasm with me here. Never hide it.” She had to believe this. I had told her so many times. “Let yourself go, Baby.”

         I rolled to my back and Heather climbed on top of me. She sat upright, locking her knees to the sides of my head. It was pleasing how she looked above me, her long hair swinging across her shoulders, her breasts in full view, and her pussy grinding against my lips and tongue. She used her own fingers to stimulate herself, rubbed against her clit in smooth, quick jerks that made me want her. It turned me on to see her play with herself, to watch her touch her body like this. It was absolutely amazing to see. I licked against her warm, wet pussy in long, determined strokes. I hoped she liked it, but knew the real satisfaction was coming from her own fingers. She got to completion rather quick. She rubbed against her clit faster and faster and moaned slightly when she began to climax. Heather's body tightened against me in the enjoyment she felt. I could feel her cum wash over my face in a warm gush that filled my mouth and soaked my lips. I gripped her hips and held her there for a moment, afraid that unneeded embarrassment may make her pull away too fast. I savored this. It was exhilarating to have her reach a climax with me, over me, directly on me. She should never be ashamed. This was me tending to her, wanting her to experience the freedom she could experience with me. I would do anything she asked to please her.

         Heather lifted her leg over my head and lay down on her back. I sat up, wiped what remained from my face, and climbed onto her. We kissed and she let me lick the pussy from her fingers. I loved this woman. She moved back slightly and let me in between her legs. Immediately, I set my waist against hers and lifted my dick into the edge of her pussy. It was wet, far more than it had been minutes ago, and I entered her easily. It felt wonderful, the warm, wet lips of her pussy sliding against the length of my dick. I kissed her breasts, each with a long, sucking kiss, then moved to feel her lips against my own. Her hands held my ass and she squeezed, urged me deeper in her. I wanted so much to be fully in her. I began to make love to Heather, to truly make love to her. Our bodies were one and I could feel her against my penis, long, slow strokes at first. It was warm between her legs and my dick felt good as I withdrew from her and pushed it back in. I could feel her each time I pushed against her, and could hear her whisper in my ear how much she enjoyed what she was felt. I could barely contain the pleasure I felt and ecstasy poured from me in low grunts and impassioned moans that announced my desire to her. I moved faster, excited that she was enjoying me. I loved how her body felt against mine. I rose up and watched her tits sway as her body rocked back and forth under my weight. The movement of her breasts excited me and I enjoyed it as the violence of their swaying increased when I pushed harder and harder against her and our bodies collided more roughly. My hands held firm to her ass when I lifted her slightly, forcing her pussy to rub harder against the length of my dick. Nothing in the world felt better than Heather did at this moment and I wanted nothing more.

         Heather let herself go. She told me she wanted me to fuck her and she told me how much she wanted to feel me in her. She rarely talked this way anymore, failing to express her needs and desires to me at such moments as this. I tried to take my time to prolong my pleasure, and hopefully hers. As I felt my climax coming, I leaned in and kissed her deeply. My breath was ragged and I tensed when I felt the familiar tingle within my penis. I let it go as deep in her as I could get. It lasted for only a few seconds and, when it was over, I rested my body upon hers. I looked in her eyes and saw her smile. Looking at her, I knew she was incredible and that I loved her more than I ever knew I could. I would want her again, but I needed to rest for a little while.

         I lifted off Heather and turned her away from me to clutch her naked body from behind. Our waists met and her back rested against my chest. I held her there, afraid to let go, afraid to take the chance I might lose her. I loved her, I needed her, and I wanted her. I kissed the back of her head and held on for dear life. I heard her say she loved me and then we both lay silent together, bound to each other in love and security. Naked, Heather in my arms, we both fell asleep.

         The moment never passes.