Tables Turned SeXStoRY

Lead into the dark, I feel the eyes of someone else upon me. Ignoring this third is almost impossible, until I feel her lips against mine. Hands peeling at the hem of my shirt. She's too eager, and so I push her back hard against the wall. Her moans, muted against my lips, say that she's never had someone show her how to take time. It may not be making love, but there is more to it than some familiar "wham, bam.. thank you m'am" that I'm introducing her to, tonight. Her half closed eyes look into the shadows, and I realize she's trying to put on a good show. I grin, and release the hold I have on her. A sudden change that she doesn't expect, and something that frightens her. Expecting me to loose myself in a frenzy because I had control, she's unsure of what to do. A woman, myself, I recognize the worry creasing her brow but I don't let it do anything but empower me. Encircling her waist within my arms, the whispers into her ear is soft and assuring.. How easy it is to tell her how beautiful, and sexy she is just now. Her neck stretching, as a swan, when my tender kisses travel along its curve. Hands tracing her hips, pulling her fragile form against me.. I refuse to lose her to those watchful eyes. She's mine, if only for this hour.. even his audience can't change that. Leading her to the bed, I lay myself down and feel her weight upon me. She's trying again.. taking over, and coming on too strong. Too many lesbian porno scenes rushing through her head. They all tell her that I need her mouth suckling my sex too feel any sort of pleasure.. I allow her time to steal my clothes.. her tongue trailing over my breasts, as if they were only a passing fancy.. not a need. A pity, really. Her hands do not caress, they grab and squeeze.. Years of men showing her how to treat those adornments have skewed her view of enjoyment. Still, she explores my body, no matter how scripted, and I allow it. I allow it, that is.. until her finger tips brush against the inner most part of me. I tense, and push my way atop of her. The hands that were probing inside of me, held tight above her head. She looks at him, worried that something has gone awry, but he doesn't move, or say a word. Not that it would have mattered.. My lips are showing her.. tracing a way from her collar bone, down to the ample amounts of breast trembling just below. Catching one hardened nipple in my teeth, I nibble only lightly. She's new to the sensations.. and roughness is engrained into her. I refuse to feed her the same, mundane experience she has been f***e fed countless nights before. One hand upon her wrists, the other softly cups her face as my own is lapping at a pinked nipple. She's uncertain of what is truly going on, and finds my softness unlike anything she has tasted before. Still, the goosebumps gliding down her figure tell me that its a welcomed change. That is.. if I couldn't draw that conclusion form the soft moans flowing out of her mouth. Whimpers, and soft gasps.. I can't help smile unto myself when her hips rise, begging for something more.. Releasing her hands, I'm not surprised to feel them find my own breasts. This time there is more than a passing interest. This time she treats them as if they were her own, and massages them in such a needing fashion.. I realize she's finally succumbed to wanting more than she was used to getting.. And, she needs me. I return to my back.. letting her take control. She's never had it, not really. And now.. she's looking at me with eyes newly opened. Her lips, when they meet mine, are truly hungry for what they find. Her body is quaking, and searching for something they sense mine can deliver. Caressing my form, her lips scavenge just behind.. layering my skin with chaste kisses, with a curious tongue tickling every so often.. And, we've teased and danced around the true want we have. This time when her fingers delve between my folds, I do not fight her. Our twin gasps are hard to separate, and I note her bottom lip has been tucked beneath her teeth. Oh, she has found how exciting it can be.. to feel the ocean she caused. How hungry I am, how needing, because she made me so. And when her tongue flicks at my clit, I can't help myself. My legs widen, and I attempt to resist the urge to f***e my wetness against her lips. This is her journey, I have to remind myself.. I'm simply the landscape for her awakening. What a grand awakening though! Relishing my responses, she has taken quite a quick likening to what I'm offering her. Juices coating her tongue, and not a moment of hesitation, she devours me completely. He is forgotten as I'm writhing within the sheets. Hands gripping, grappling at my sides.. I'm groveling that she send me over the edge. That she nip, harder, at that bud she's only lapping too keep me hovering.. to keep me pleading. Until.. her fingers forge deep within my needing, and her teeth prick into that harden flesh.. Have I been fooled? I wonder.. the thought has no time to grow roots as I'm crying out loud, expelled from that wanton body, into bliss of release. Oh, a feverish greed sets within her, and she refuses to stop. Thirsting for every ounce of my pleasure.. and I'm begging. Breathless when she grins at me with a wetness clinging to her face, I don't refuse the harsh kiss she presses to me. She holds me, and I despise being so weak when its her turn. She combs my tresses with nimble fingers, as she holds me tight against her. Hushing my protests of wanting to return the gift, the pleasure.. Telling me to rest, that I've plenty of time.. Giving in, my head is tucked beneath her chin.. listening to her heartbeat.. our audience never making a sound. I don't realize it but I fall asl**p, her breathing a lullaby I cannot resist.