What I Want.. a musing

She comes over after work, tired from the restaurant and bartending all day, nearly literally all day: 8am to 11pm. It's Saturday night, so nothing to do tomorrow. The plan is simple: relax, watch a movie and have some drinks. Perhaps she'll stay over, perhaps she won't. From the look of how tired she is, I'm betting she'll stay.

In with the first movie, off with the lights and with ice chilled drinks in hand we sit on my bed. Perhaps not the most comfortable place, but you have to understand my apartment. The building used to be a hotel and I live alone in one of the hotel sized rooms. They took the one full-sized bed out and that's now my 'desk/office' area. Instead of my bed sticking out form the wall and TV across from it like most hotel rooms have, I turned the bed it's long-ways to the wall. There's no room for a couch and while I do have chairs, sitting on the bed is really the most comfy way for two to watch TV.

We talk about work and this and that as the previews play. I comment on how tired she looks and she sort of shrugs. There's nothing to be said about it really, I was just stating the obvious.

Taking a sip of my drink, rum and coke, I offer, "Why don't you sit on the floor and I'll give you a shoulder massage?"

She pauses, a true sign that she's tired and then agrees by slipping off the bed and sitting cross-legged on the floor. I move to sitting right behind her, legs on either side of her shoulders and ever so aware of how dearly I'd love for her to face towards me and not away.

Taking a band from her, I pull her hand into a ponytail and as the movie finally starts, so to do my hands give the first rub and squeeze to her shoulders. I'm surprised by how tense she is, how tight she feels. I'm gentle at first, not wanting to cause pain, but to slowly loosing things up.

I love how she reacts as my thumbs press in on her balled up muscles, working out the kinks. I love the little squirm she gives and then the half sigh, half moan telling it feels good. It's torture for me to sit still; my erection held captive against my leg. I start to fidget, leg moving in and out, giving some pleasure pressure and friction. I've been hard nearly since she walked it. Nothing erotic happened, but it doesn't need to. Her hand lightly touches my legged, steadying it. I sigh, hoping it that wouldn't bother her, but accepting that it does. I do my best to sit still and ignore the longing that I know will only grow stronger throughout the night.

Time passes, the movie plays. My fingers work up and down her neck and then onto her scalp. The shoulder massage turning to a scalp one. I know she loves this and I love to do it. With the slightest of pressure on her forehead, I ease her head back till it rests against the bed and nearly my hardness. How dearly I wish she'd touched me. With fingertips only, I caress her face. Her eyes shut, neither of us watching the movie. I'm transfixed by how peaceful she now looks, her face illuminated by the changing light of the TV.

Fingers moving symmetrically, starting at between her eyes and going along her eyebrows I start a facial massage. Then slowly out to the ears and around the lobes and back along her jaw line till the finally meet at her chin. Time and again I do this. Sometimes going backwards and sometimes going around the ears a few times. Sometimes venturing to her cheeks and nose, but always both fingers the same and the lightest touch I can muster.

It's almost as if she's going to fall asleep just like that, which would be fine, but probably uncomfortable for her. To see if she's away, as my fingers near her chin, I change the path ever so slightly and let one slide across her lips and then other one. If you've never done this, it tickles is I guess is the best way to describe it. I smile as she licks her lips, which now glisten invitingly in the fluttering light. I start another pattern from her eyes and again let my fingers finish at her lips.

This time her lips part as my finger goes across and the tip of her tongue darts out, wetting my finger. I smile, grin really. Keenly aware of the gentle throbbing in my pants, I have the second finger pass over her lips, slowly. Again I'm reward with the tender, wet touch of her tongue. Instead of continuing across, with the slightest of inward pressure, my fingertip dips between her lips. This time it's me who sighs, both of us knowing she's torturing me.

Her lips part, and close around my finger, sucking it in. With a swirl of her tongue I can't help but moan. Her mouth sucking and pushing my finger in and out, all I can do is stare as she simulates on my finger what I'd pay anything for her to do for real. My leg can't keep still anymore. It twitches; short and quick little jerk-like movements going in and out. The simple pressure of my jeans feels so good and I know she'll stop me, but I can't help myself.

A mind of its own, a second finger tries to join the first and she accepts it. In and hot; hot and wet. Wicked Torture. I can't believe she's doing it. I want to say something, to beg her, but I know I shouldn't speak; at least not yet.

Finally she eases both fingers out and her eyes open, a cheshire-grin on her face. I'm feeling flush and smile back at her.

My voice soft, "Are you feeling better?"

"A little."

"Thoughts on what might.. make that into a lot better?"

She nods, but says nothing. She keeps smiling at me for a few moments and finally, slowly, stands up. I feel a mix of disappointment as she does and excitement. I feel my wet fingers with my other hand, as if trying to verify what just happened actually did. She stretches, arms reaching to the ceiling, and then turns to face me. Her head cocked to one side, debating things before answering, "I think I should be on the bed and you on the floor…" Her voice trails off and I can see her eyes at looking right at the clear outline of my hard cock.

I feel embarrassed, I've no idea why, as I stand up and she sits where I had been. She lies back, pulling a pillow to be under her head. I stand still for a moment, enjoying looking her lay on bed, legs dangling over the side. Feeling a tad coy, I ask, "I should sit like you were?"

She gives a small laugh, "I don't see how that'd make me feel better." She lifts her head to see me better. Her eyes glimmer, "My pants.. feel kind of tight." And she lifts up one foot to me.

I shake my head and smile as I grasp her offered leg and pull her shoe off, then the other. Next I step between her legs and bend over, undoing her pants. She reaches the remote and the room goes totally dark, save for a sliver of light creeping in from between the blinds. The movie nearly over and totally forgotten, perhaps we'll actually watch it another time. In the darkness, I pout, disappointed there's no light and I won't get to see what delightfulness I'm uncovering.

A few tugs and her pants are off. I swallow, dearly wishing I was getting naked too. I decide to gamble, and pull down my zipper. She says nothing. Quickly off come my pants, cock nicely tenting out my boxers. I reach for her panties, hooking one finger in each side. As with her jeans, she lifts up so I can pull them down. As before, off with my boxers and, I figure, why the hell not, and take off my shirt too.

I kneel naked between her legs, lettings my hands caress her calves and thighs. I love how smooth and soft her skin is. I massage her leg muscles, smiling as she sighs in happiness. I let my hands inch closer towards her sex. I love how she tenses her thighs from time to time and I get to feel the muscle under her supple skin.

Her voice comes from the darkness, "Hey now, no teasing.." I'm moving to slowly for her.

I can hardly stifle a laugh at that and say with, "Remember those words.."

I grasp her hips and pull her to the edge the bed. I breathe deeply as my face nears her sex, taking her scent. The feeling, the need, for my own orgasm grows in my balls as I savor her. I blow cool air on her heat, smiling to myself as she twitches on the bed. I lick my lips as my fingers touch hers; parting her, slide up and down the length. I wish I could see her squirm to match the moan. Three, four, five times I do this and finally I let my slick finger tip circle her clit. She moans louder, "Kiss me.. lick me.. suck me.."

I can't argue with that. With parted lips, I move to comply and wonder just what she meant by the "teasing" comment. We both know it's been four days since she last let me orgasm. I know this much, I'm going to do the damnedest job possible drinking down her juices. I can only hope she'll take pity and reward me.