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Subject: {ASSM} When You're Away (F - rom)
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This is a new story, property of me, Babs B. Please do not post it
anywhere, even a free site, without first contacting me. I'm easy to reach.
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When You're Away
By Barbara B.
It's a warm day. Not the kind of day where the humidity makes your
body sweat and your shirt stick to you. More it's the kind of day in early
Spring when the crispness of winter is trailing away and the longer days
carry the hopeful anticipation of renewal. My lungs drink in the smells of
honeysuckle and star jasmine, blooming early as if expectation of an
exciting summer.
I find myself restless -- now sitting, now standing, now going into the
other room to find busy work. Why this agitation, I wonder. Why do I feel so
jittery? I continue this quest from room to room. Even when I'm sitting I'm
fidgety, shaking a foot, drumming my fingers. I close my eyes and rub my
hands along the tops of my thighs. As I sigh deeply I start to think of you.
I realize that my restlessness is due to wishing you were here. That
instead of me rubbing my thighs, your tender hands were massaging me. I
move my hands to embrace myself and stroke my upper arms. Hmmm, how I wish
instead I was in your arms, that your arms were embracing me.
I sit up straighter and move my hands to the sides of my breasts, pushing
them together, and then along my sides. I breathe deeply and take hold of
my T-shirt, slowly pulling it over my head, enjoying the feel of it moving
over my skin, my skin enjoying the lightness of the cool air. Sitting here
in my bra I tip my head back and use my hands to caress the skin on my neck,
my upper chest, my tummy, my sides. I move my hands over my breasts and rub
them beneath my bra. Again, I wish you were here. I can do this to myself,
but it feels sooo much better when you're the one in charge. I lower first
one bra strap then the other and embrace myself again. I move my hands
again over my neck and then down my chest slowly exposing each breast the
way you do it -- when you're behind me and holding me in your arms. Have I
ever told you how much I love it when you stand behind me -- holding me
tight -- nuzzling my neck with your chin and neck -- sometimes with that
little bit of stubble at the end of the day that makes my skin tingle. Then
you begin nibbling on my neck and ears. Hmmm feels sooo good.
I unfasten my bra and rub my hands over my entire chest. I use my whole
hand to roll each breast, the way you do. You have always known that my
whole breast -- not just the nipple -- is sensitive and needs your
attention. I think when I go in for that yearly exam with the doctor that I
really don't need a breast exam because you give me one each time we're
together. You would probably be the first to notice if there were any
irregularities in my breasts -- trying to remember and do it the way you do.
Oh, how I wish you were here. About now you would have begun kissing my
upper chest slowly, deliberately kissing and licking toward and around each
breast. When they had begun to feel fuller you would have gently begun to
work on the nipples -- with your thumbs and with your mouth. Hmmmm -- wish
you were here.
I need more than my hands. I go to my room and lie down on my bed. I
carefully remove my pants the way you do -- making this part of the foreplay
-- making use of the movement to stroke my legs as you do. I roll over on my
stomach and imagine you there -- stroking the curve of my back, the
roundness of my butt, the warmth of my thighs. I can almost feel your
presence -- your warmth, your smell, your taste. This would be every so
much better if you were here. I rub my upper legs first on the front, then
sides, then back. I reach for our massage oil to see if I can duplicate the
caresses you give me as your hand slides over my skin making my whole body
quiver. I love the way you seem to love to touch my body. You have even
said those words to me. Do you remember, Luv? "I love to touch your body.
Is that all right?" And I always laugh thinking, "All right? But of
course!!"
I carefully slip off my panties recalling how when you do that you're
kissing and licking my tummy, my thighs, my calves, even my feet and toes.
Remember the time you gave me a foot rub? I never knew how sensual that
could be. Now I spread my legs the way I do for you. Somehow that always
feels like a dramatic moment for me as if I am saying in body language,
"This is for you to enjoy. Make us both happy." I move my hand slowly over
my pussy, closing my eyes and imagining how it is for you when you do that.
You run your fingers through the hair, squeeze her gently as if giving her a
hug, using your hands to explore her -- first on the outside. Then I add
more massage oil to my hands and open her -- hmmm. I rub my fingers along
her warm, tender lips. I can begin to smell my scent filling the room.
About now you would have been kissing my mouth lips while stroking my pussy
lips -- and making me want all of you. You would be varying the pace -- now
embracing me tightly with a powerful kiss, now running your hands down my
back and over my ass and nuzzling my neck, now using your fingers to explore
my crack.
If you were here I wouldn't need anything more, but since you're not I
reach for my vibrator. You keep telling me I should give it a name. How
curious, I think, because to me it's an inanimate piece of plastic -- it
can't give me the full pleasure that you give me. I turn it on and its
quiet hum reminds me of you -- muttering low, guttural, unintelligible
sounds in my ear. I move my vibrator down my neck and over my breast. I
watch as the nipple begins to get hard. I move my hand to the other breast
and rub my thumb over it the way you do, making it hard too. Now I am
breathing deeply -- wishing I could be breathing in the smell of you which
always excites me.
I move the vibrator down my tummy now and pause at my belly button to
begin a slow circle. With my other hand I rub my pussy opening her and
getting her ready to receive you -- oh, it's not going to be you. Darn. I
begin massaging my pussy with the vibrator, stroking her as near as I can
the way you do it with your hand and with your mouth. As I move the
vibrator closer to it, my clit begins to become enlarged. Yes, I do like
the feel of the vibrator on my clit. Someday I want us to use a vibrator on
my clit while you're deep inside me. That would be ideal. For now I must be
content with only imagining how I want it to be. The vibrator feels very
good. I move it over my clit, then down along the folds, then back up to
the clit tip. Hmmm. Almost as good as you do it.
I add more lubricant to the vibrator and move it slowly a tiny way inside
me. Then I take it out and rub it along the folds and back up to the clit --
the way you do with your great cock. I do this again -- and again -- and
again -- the way you do it. Making me almost beg you to put him deep --
deeper -- inside me. When you're fucking me this way, my breath comes in
deep gasps, wanting you more and more. As I move the vibrator deeper inside
myself I use my other hand to massage my clit. I remember how good it feels
when you rub your pubic bone over my clit when you're fucking me. I begin
thrusting now -- trying to mimic how you do it. Oh, how I wish you were
here so that my hands could be caressing your sides, feeling your powerful
arms, stroking your back -- instead of playing with myself. I try to thrust
the way you do -- not quite putting him all the way in with each stroke --
priming me until I'm ready to come -- then -- oh, the delicious passion --
putting it in all the way as I'm beginning to cum. As I lose control I
almost think you're here with me making this happen.
Slowly I remove the vibrator and massage it over my pussy again. She is
still excited and wants to feel your powerful dick inside her. But you're
not here. I keep massaging her and rubbing my clit and keeping her happy
until she's relaxed a little but is still ready for more. This is the time
when if you were here you would roll me over onto my tummy and enter me from
behind. You would do that as only you know how to do -- intensely massaging
my G spot and flopping your balls against my clit!! Oh, Gawd, I wish you
were here now. But, you're not. Instead I rub the vibrator over my clit
again and again until my cunt is ready to cum -- my sweet, sticky liquid
ready to burst out. This time I only have to put the vibrator in a little
way to bring me to that sweet surrender.
I close my eyes. Longing for your presence. Longing for you to be here
and hold me -- feeling your body all along mine -- my skin touching yours
all along our torsos and legs and arms. I want to give you a lover's kiss
of joy and satisfaction. Too long between our stolen moments together....
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