As she arched into the air, showing the smooth lines of her body, she sighed communicatively and tugged at the bars on the iron bedstead taking the last bit of satisfying stretch, breathed out slowly with a blissful murmur and ran her hands softly down her neck.
Slowly she stroked her hands over her firming nipples, admiringly over her ribcage and down her toned, long stomach. She smiled, imagining him watching her stunning body take shape, her mouth opening slightly and widening, tongue drawing back. Both her palms lingered over her abdomen, her hips rose instinctively to meet her hands, her senses bristling.
Back arching further now, her head cast back fully, silky blonde hair draping down to the crisp white sheets. Her large firm breasts rose high. Her legs tensed slightly as her knees rose outward, lifting her feet a few inches so that only her slim long arms and rounded buttocks supported her tightening arched body. As her hands slipped sensually around the sides of her waist, she tingled and goose bumps immediately rose on her inner thigh.
Her fingers were poised, barely touching her fluttering abdomen as her hips undulated automatically in motion with her hands. She bit her lower lip, consumed by her own sexuality. Smooth muscular depressions formed in her buttocks as her pelvis arched to meet her hands, moving slowly, in rhythm with her long deep breath.
Her mind was charged with such expectant desire and restraint. Excitement and inhibition were in perfect infuriating balance.
She stroked her shapely stomach teasingly, and ran her middle finger slowly up to her navel and into the deep oval well. Nerves tingled within her strangely, joining deep within her, culminating in the depths of her lower region. She pondered for awhile, round and in again. Circling the tip of her finger back out, then wider around the navel. She wanted to drive her hand down and into her to satisfy the urge, her pelvis still moving, snaking.
She brought her head up and buried her hips deep into the soft bed, then as her pelvis tilted upwards again, her lower body shuddered. Her black suede shoes hung precariously on her pointed toes as her knees came back further in line with her waist.
Her thoughts turned to him; she could hear subtle movement, but from where? The room bristled with his energy. The fine hairs over her stomach straightened and she breathed in deeply to taste the air for his musk. Through the veil of silk over her eyes she could make out the shape of the window next to her that looked out to the calm dark sea.
He had tied it carefully, slowly, like a preciously wrapped gift. She had been a little nervous, her heart beating fast in her naked chest as he unbuttoned her high collared business shirt, removed her bra with ease and slipped off her pencil skirt, leaving only her soft thin white panties and her high heels. He, the room, and the place were all unfamiliar, totally new, but the room was so warm and dry, and she lay cosseted by the fine veil that covered her eyes.
Intoxicated by his calm purposefulness, she was aroused by the ease with which he had lead her to this point. She was excited by the freshness, the newness and the strangeness of it all. When would he touch her, where? There was a long silence. Then as if by intuition, she took her hands from her pelvis and raised them to her head, relaxing and flattening her body.
Her upper ribcage formed a beautiful arc, her stomach falling smoothly away from her raised bones, skin sunken low and then rising slightly around her navel area. A defined line appearing in the centre of her stomach etched by the moonlight, flowing over her deep navel as she stretched, showing her slender highly trained body.
Her waist was slim and curved out boldly to her hip bones that now rose like bulbs, creating a gap between her flattened, pulsating abdomen and her soft white panties.
She was surprised by the feel of a sudden wisp of hair above her navel. Then a small breath-like puff slipped through the shallow gap. The cool air slipped round the sides of her open thighs and briefly over the skin of her perineum. It made her twitch inside automatically; she caught her breath as a sudden rush of adrenalin pulsed through her body. Her buttocks tensed hard, her waist shot upward, internal muscles clenching. With a quivering stomach she collapsed upon herself.
Shocked at the moment, she yelped quietly. Regaining her composure, she ran her hand quickly over her knickers. She bent over two middle fingers to feel her flat undercarriage. The warm damp cotton made her gasp. Her body ached for her to slip them inside.
She cupped her hand against herself and pulled satisfyingly. Stroking, firmly, upward over her pubic bone, allowing her middle finger to sink in through the cotton depression and linger on her erect clitoris. Her mouth shot open as she felt a hot trickle shoot out of her. She felt the urge to suck inwardly as her wetted skin below her cunt twitched again sharply.
She revelled in the moment and resisted the urge to clench another time. It was all she could do to control herself as she lay there. On the verge of clenching her whole lower region to satisfy the feeling, she imagined the slippery wetness inside her.
Her stomach shivered and her nipples became so hard she could feel the tightness at the ends of her breasts. She ached for him. Had he done that or was it the wind? Whatever had happened, she was beside herself with lust for him to come to her.
It was his strange allure that had led effortlessly to this erotic place. Who was he? She didn't care now, she just wanted him. She felt suddenly youthful, a very bad girl. She had fantasised about this kind of thing in her late teens late at night in her bedroom. It was happening now, it was visceral. Her heart started to pound again and her breath became short as she knew it was imminent.
She wanted to hurry him, but he was still. She could sense his presence so close. Her mind started to play things out. She had never been so expectant, with such a rage of lust inside her. She imagined him poised over her, his dark long hair stroking her delicate downy stomach, and how his powerful arms must have held his body over her, when he breathed into that place that now ached intensely for him to be.
She drifted for a while with the thoughts of what might come. She was in between fleeting images and sounds now. Her mind going to a place where there were no inhibitions, barriers or guilt. His powerful body was covering over her, her legs spread wide apart, hips turned upwards into him.
Such raw feelings. Personal, deep desires that no-one would suspect her to have. She lay silently, fingering herself unknowingly. She wanted his big working hands to hold her hips tightly as he slipped himself into the entrance of her wetness. To glide in, widening her opening, filling her, his muscular naked body undulating with slow powerful rhythm.
The sound of his strong hot body slapping gently at first into her velvety cool buttocks, again and again. Her body moving, indolent, shifting in small jerks as his hips curl into her pelvis. Her clitoris was pressed satisfyingly by his hard abdomen. His firm cock filled her deeper and deeper as she felt him grow bigger. Inside her pussy the upper nerves were excited as his rigid head pulls fully out of her, then slips back in deftly.