Whispers

While your attention is focused on the computer screen in front of you, in the back of your mind you sense someone reaching in. No ill is meant to you and you know that because the feeling is familiar, someone who you trust to give them access in such an intimate form of connection. As you continue to watch the happenings on your monitor, a warm and soft tingle runs through your body, and a whisper runs through your mind, ‘I missed you.’ The feeling spreads and yet solidifies into an ethereal hug taking hold of you. A grin spreads across your face as you send the warmth back, with thoughts of kisses and touches missed. Continuing to try and focus on the things in front of you, the presence gets stronger. You feel fingers running over your shoulders, and down your back. Massaging away the day’s aches. A giggle scampers through your mind, and a longing pulls at you. ‘Is your concentration still intact? Or do I need to try harder, to get your attention?’ A grin once again sparkles in your eyes, and you do not reply with anything more than a simple thought of a kiss, long and soft. Those fingers now begin to slide around your ribs to become hands and arms giving you a hug, squeezing you closer to the ethereal body now starting to press against your back. And legs start to wrap around your hips, feet crossing on your lap. A light breeze passes by your right ear almost as if someone had sighed. A feeling of content settles in for a moment from the essence in your mind, but only for a moment. A tickle crosses your neck, a gentle kiss of pressure, and another, this one more like a nibble. Another giggle dances through your mind. ‘I’ve been thinking of you all week, Tony. I hope I am not intruding, if you are busy I can go.’ But even as you hear the words, the presence seems to shift around to the front of you and the feet that were resting on your lap are now replaced by the feeling of a soft and warm sense of someone sitting on your lap astride. And though your back no longer feels the pressure of someone snuggled close the warmth is still there, but now you feel cold points of metal against your chest, a contrast to the warm and soft of everything else pressing against you. And though you can still see everything in front of you, you feel lips gently pressing to yours, with a tremble of anticipation they part and seek more. You feel fingers running through your hair, pulling you forward into the kiss. And it feels as if your clothes are no obstacle, because the warmth pervades through every inch of your shirt now and you feel the soft flesh of large full breasts pressing against your chest. With a sigh passing through your mind you know she waits for your sign to proceed. Arms wrap gently around your neck, and a head rests on your shoulder. Contentment again settles, in your mind from the essence. ‘Just let me sit here and be close to you, that alone makes me happy. And the wait just makes me want you that much more.’ Another giggle sparkles across your thoughts. Even though the thought is to just sit and be close, with all truth there is no way that is what is wanted. The sensation of flesh on flesh starts to continue down, almost like you pants are being unzipped but the feeling continues to spread. Until your whole lap is now in full contact with warm soft flesh, and with another giggle dancing in your mind, a gentle rock of her hips starts.