This is your fantasy ;) but based on true stories.

You are sitting there, naked. The way this situation came about is irrelevant now, your mind is focused on the present, and in gleeful anticipation of what comes next.

You had heard the stories, but was not convinced they were true, and was pretty sure it was just arrogant boasting. You have met the type many times before. There was the possibility, though, that the next hour could be quite an experience.

From behind you the words “just relax” are whispered, in a tone that is as gentle and sudden as the soft caress of the finger tips stroking up your back.

The light touch almost feels tingly as it reaches your shoulders. You suppress the urge to twitch, and are relieved that the sensation has changed both direction and pressure.

With more skin contact you feel a warmth flow into you and down your entire body, as palms and fingers meander down your back.

Sometimes closer to your spine, sometimes closer to your sides. It almost tickles, but the warm feeling that floats down your body at the same time, relaxes and tames any reaction.

As the process is repeated, the up strokes feel more electric, but tempered by the growing feeling of comfort, turning them into waves of sensation.

At one time you feel my finger tips continue their journey, and trace up the back of your neck and into your hair. Your whole body internally shivers from the touch, goosebumps flowing from your head to your extremities.

You appreciate that your hair is up, as the caress brushes over your ear lobes, and snakes back down the sides and back of your exposed neck.

Warmth continues to build from the downstrokes, seeming to accumulate in your belly and your groin.

You start rocking your hips. You can’t help it, slowly at first, but you hunger to go faster. You are sitting, with legs opened wide, leaning slightly forward, hands on knees and head down.

Sometimes you feel fingers reach around, gently tracing below your breasts, avoiding, for now, your nipples that have become firm from the combination of arousal and goose bumps.

Other times you feel a hand resting over your belly, seeming to concentrate the feeling of warmth and comfort you are feeling.

Just as you begin to get accustomed to the waves of sensation, my fingers trace down the front of your shoulders and along your arms.

The movement brings my face closer to your back and you feel the brush of breath as my hands continue down to interlace with yours.

Your body floods with excitement as I begin kissing the top of your back, and the back of your next.

Your hips rock faster, you can’t stand the tension. Part of you wants this to last as long as possible, the teasing waves of exhilaration and calm. Part of you wants my hands to be more adventurous, finding it hard to resist the temptation to just grab and move them yourself.

By now, reaching around encompasses your entire breasts, fingertips tracing around nipples of impossible firmness.

You can feel, literally, how exited I am, at how turned on you are, and that turns you on even more.

I ask you to lean back. Finally, you think, as you push your body into mine. But you find the tension rise even further as I stoke along the insides of your thighs and gently massage around the side of your swelling vulva. The tip of your clitoris is at attention, reaching out, begging for contact.

You feel a solitary finger, gently, barely touching, trace up your lower lips, and tease the tip of your once private parts.

This is repeated again and again, each time with a little more contact and a little more pressure, and a little more time teasing the tip.

Juices are already flowing out of you. By now making my fingers wet and slippery, so as they move back and forth, up and down, and all around your engorged parts, there is only smooth comfortable sensation.

Cradled by my left arm, leaning back, you feel a familiar pressure growing. You’re almost disappointed that you will climax soon, before I have even penetrated you. But then you come to your senses, or maybe you succumb to your senses, and just enjoy it for what it is.

Your back arches as my finger moves rapidly back and forth over your clitoris. The wave of sensation builds by the second. The touch is gentle enough to tease, and rapid enough to maintain the sensation needed to build to a climax.

It is almost unbearable as you finally let go and the wave crashes over you, pulses of sensation causing your body to shake.

My hand rests on your engorged, wet and quivering pussy. You are grateful that it has stopped moving for now, but the contact reminds you that the night is yet young, and there are more pleasant surprises to come…