From: bogus@bogus (Bogus)
Subject: STORY (new): Seduction of a Dream
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
[The following is a love letter which I wrote several years ago to a woman I used to know. It was never sent. At the time I wrote it, all of it was true. Nothing ever happened between us, but we are still good friends. She's married now and living far away, but every now and then I find myself getting nostalgic... - Anonymous]
You've cleverly eluded me for months now, never letting on whether you
actually even noticed my pursuit. But I know you, and I know just how
intelligent you are, and only a fool could've missed my last few attempts.
Perhaps I've been too timid, too subtle; I know that you want a bold, strong
man who can simply take you in his arms and have his way with you. And I
could play that part, if only I knew I was the man you wanted to do it.
We've been spending so much time together lately, becoming very close
friends, even sharing some intimacy. We've never actually called our nights
out "dates", but how could they be anything else? I admire you as a person,
because I feel that you are truly my equal, and perhaps my complement. Your
mind is amazing, your wit sharp, and your ideals clear and strong. But I can
have that part of you now, just as your friend. What I'm missing, and what I
want now, is your body.
Does that surprise you? It really shouldn't. Despite your complaints, you
must know how beautiful you are, and how you affect men. Maybe you honestly
don't realize it, so let me explain. You're a strong, athletic-looking
woman, which I find very attractive. More importantly, in spite of being
very firm and trim, you've still got a very feminine figure. No masculine
lines, no bulging muscles, but a beautifully curved, luxurious shape. You
say that your breasts are too small. They may be small, but they're
perfectly shaped, and fit the rest of your figure. Moving lower, my
appreciative eyes come to rest at your waist. Very small, no more than 25
inches, giving you a definite hourglass figure, and accenting the fullness
in other areas. Other areas, of course, meaning your gorgeous ass. You won't
believe me when I say this, I know, because I've heard all of your
complaints about having a flat ass. But I've been looking at you for a long
time now, and you have one of the most perfectly shaped behinds I've ever
seen on a woman. When you lie on one side, the way it flares from your slim
waist has a remarkable effect on me, but you may never have noticed. I've
been dreaming for a long time how wonderful it would be to trace the curve
along your side, with my fingers, or better still with my mouth, moving
slowly and pausing at all of the most sensuous areas.
But I'm hardly done. I said I would tell you exactly why I want you the
way I do, and there's so much more to tell. Your legs are another very
important reason. Long, strong, and smooth, yours are legs that any man
would recognize as classics. Tapering from firm round thighs, and following
yet another amazing curve, until we reach your delicate ankles. I could
spend hours just stroking your legs, from top to bottom, learning the
feeling of every inch.
I also am very attracted to your back, although that may sound strange.
You remember, though, that it is one of the few places I have been allowed
to touch you. A beautiful expanse of smooth skin, that I have felt pressed
under my two hands. I don't think I'll ever forget the heat of your skin as
I massaged you to sleep that night, my hands reaching as far as I dared down
your sides, exploring all that you would allow and wishing I could continue
all night.
And your face is beautiful, to me. You may well argue this; you might
never be considered a classic beauty, since you don't have the fragile,
delicate features that calls for. But your soft cheeks, sensuous lips, and
scattered dimples are a truly striking combination. The blue-green of your
eyes catches my attention every time I look at you, and sometimes it is hard
for me to look away from you. Curly, blonde hair, sometimes out of control,
sometimes beautifully arranged, completes a picture of a woman I could look
at in appreciation for hours at a time. Do you understand now how much I
want you? Whether you believe me or not, this is what I see when I look at
you, and every time I see you, I find you even more attractive.
Let me indulge further, and tell you just what I envision for our first
night together. This may always remain fantasy, but if you would consent, I
would do all I could to make it reality.
I have invited you to my apartment for dinner. This is not unusual, but
tonight we both know that the games have gone on long enough, and it is time
for me to risk everything. There is a tension, although a rather pleasant
one, which makes us all the more aware of each other throughout our meal. It
is like nothing I ever prepared for you before, because I want this night to
be like no other before. A large chef's salad, full of fresh meats and crisp
vegetables, is our main course. I required something light, and although
tasty, the meal does not require my attention. I would rather pay attention
to you. With our salad, we have some wine, and slices of fresh, hot bread.
We don't talk much during dinner, but my eyes are on you almost constantly.
You seem slightly nervous, and you actually blush a few times as our eyes
meet. I have been trying for a long time to shake your calm facade, and
tonight I have succeeded. Dessert is simple; a bowl of fresh berries with
heavy cream. No sugar is needed, because the berries themselves are so
sweet. Cream and strawberry cling to your lips, and I contemplate for a
moment kissing them clean, but it is still too early.
You begin to wash the dishes, as you usually do when visiting, but this
time I persuade you to leave them alone. We are both being caught up in the
evening, and I want nothing to spoil the mood. We move to the living room,
each bringing a fresh glass of wine with us. You sit on the couch, expecting
that we will watch a movie, as we often have before. But I have no such
plans tonight. My plan calls for all of our attention to be focused on each
other, and I sit beside you, closer than I ever have before. You seem
uncertain for a moment, but you don't move away. I'm thankful, because even
though I have resolved to follow you if needed, I don't want to seem to
force myself on you. We sip our wine and listen to the radio, talking about
what we have done in the last couple of days since seeing each other.
Slowly, I reach out and rest my hand on your shoulder. You have worn my
favorite outfit, perhaps to please me, and your shoulders are bare. Again,
you hesitate, but then relax again, and after a moment I begin stroking your
shoulders and the back of your neck.
After a few minutes have passed, without a word from either of us, I stop
and finish the last of my wine. "I have been wanting, for a long time, to
give you a serious massage," I say. "Will you let me?"
"What do you mean by 'serious'?" you ask.
"Very serious. I have massage oil in my room, and I want to give you a
very thorough massage. I started once before, and you seemed to enjoy it,
but we never got a chance to continue. You'll have to trust me, though,
because you'll need to take your sweater off so I can work on your whole
back." This is the moment where it could all fall apart. Always before, when
I have touched you, it has been without your encouragement, as if you did
not want to commit yourself to anything that happened. Now, I am asking you
to reveal your body to me, and to give me control over you.
You seem to have trouble deciding, which doesn't surprise me. Then you
look directly at me and confidently say, "Yes, I think that would be good."
"Come into the bedroom, then," I say, "and lie down." We both go to the
bedroom, and I turn on one dim light. I make a pretense of glancing away for
a moment as you remove your sweater, because I don't think I could trust
myself if I looked at you now. You lie down, and I begin gently stroking
your back and shoulders, until you relax and I can use firmer strokes. I
knead the warm flesh of your back, occasionally concentrating on a small
knot of muscle, until you are breathing deeply and occasionally making soft
sounds of enjoyment. I reach to the night-table, and take out the oil. Sweet
almond, a soothing, but potentially erotic scent. It is only room
temperature, but I know it will be quickly warmed between my hands and your
skin. You are startled by the first drops on your skin, but you relax again
as my hands settle upon you. I work the oil in deeply, and your gentle
purring sounds seem to come in time with the rhythm of my hands.
I no longer keep up the pretense of doing this therapeutically; by now, we
both know that this massage is an erotic act, and we have both given
ourselves over to it. I'm hoping it will lead to much more, and hoping that
you want the same. I have increased the range of my strokes, and now my
hands encircle your waist, holding you firmly as I move up your body, my
fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts. Holding you that way, I lean
over and kiss the back of your neck. A small shudder runs through you,
letting me know that I have achieved yet another victory.
"You can stop me any time you want," I whisper to you, "but I don't think
that I'm going to stop myself tonight. Now, may I do your legs, too?" You
say nothing, but I'm certain you've heard me, as you reach your hands down
and unbutton the white shorts you're wearing. "You don't have to do that," I
say. "I can work around them with no trouble."
"There's no sense risking getting oil on them, and they're too tight
anyway," you say into the pillow, as you raise your hips slightly.
"On anyone else, too tight. On you, perfect," I say with distinct feeling,
as I slide them down over your gorgeous ass and legs. I'm pleasantly
surprised to find that you are wearing a pair of very small panties, almost
a G-string, and I wonder for a moment who is seducing whom tonight. I pause
a moment, admiring the beautiful sight before me, and then drip some warm
oil onto the backs of your thighs. I work my hands in long, deep strokes,
occasionally closing my eyes and just feeling the perfect symmetry of your
body, the firm muscles relaxing under my touch. I work down past the backs
of your knees, to your calves, even stroking both heels briefly before
moving back up. I don't stop at your thighs this time, but gently cup your
smooth, full behind in my hands, brushing lightly over them and teasing at
the edge of your panties.
Knowing that another opportunity has arrived, I pull off my own shirt and
lean forward over you, until your back is pressed lightly against my chest.
I kiss again on your neck, and then on the cheek that is turned toward me. I
lie on my side next to you, and place my right hand on your hip, pulling so
that you roll on one side, and our bodies press together along their entire
length. My right arm goes around your waist, pulling you even tighter
against me, and then I begin stroking your hip and stomach. You have
complained before about having a soft stomach, but I can only think of how
wonderful it will feel to kiss you there. My hand moves up, slowly, and you
gently grasp my wrist. I am afraid that you are going to stop me, but you
just leave your hand on mine as I cup one breast. A soft moan, barely more
than a breath, escapes your lips, and I feel you tense. I'm certain that you
can feel my growing erection, which is pressed against your bottom. I stroke
both breasts, teasing your nipples into hardness, and knowing now that there
is nothing that will stop us tonight.
You have been passive throughout, although clearly enjoying my actions,
and it is apparent to me that I must continue to be the aggressor. It isn't
a role that I'm used to, but I am finding it very easy, and very rewarding.
I move away slightly, then pull you toward me, so that you are now lying on
your back looking up at me. I look into your eyes, and I am rewarded by a
look of deep pleasure. I hold your gaze, and you seem to stop breathing for
a moment until I lower my lips to yours kissing you firmly and trying to
make the kiss last all night. For a moment it occurs to me that it is rather
strange, to have you virtually nude in my bed, my hands exploring your body,
before our first kiss, but that isn't important to me. We hold each other
tightly and continue to kiss. Your lips are beautifully sweet, but I want
more, and gently kiss your forehead, nose, eyelids, and cheeks. I move over
your chin, and begin kissing your throat, as you tip your head back to allow
me control over you.
With my lips occupied above, my hands slip down your body, firmly grasping
your ass and pressing you against me. You mirror my actions, and for a
moment we are locked like that, with me practically devouring your throat
and our hips grinding against each other. It would be so easy to lose
control now, but I've been dreaming of going to bed with you for so long, I
refuse to let it end so suddenly. Gasping, I break our embrace for a moment.
"You are even more beautiful than I'd ever realized," I tell you, "and I
hope you aren't planning on sleeping tonight."
"You still have your shorts on," you say, and tug at them suggestively.
Without taking my eyes from yours, I untie them and toss them in the general
direction of the laundry basket. Clothing can wait until morning; our bodies
can't. I move on top of you, and your legs part, allowing me to rest
comfortably between them. We are much less frantic than a moment before, but
there is no question about the urgency of our embrace, and the growing heat
radiating from both of us. Having memorized the taste of your neck, I move
down further, until I have your left nipple in my mouth. Your hands run up
and down the length of my back, pressing at the back of my head as I suck
deeply at your breast, then gently take the nipple between my teeth. I don't
want to hurt you, but I can tell that you aren't looking for gentleness
right now, and I tease you with a quick bite. The effect is spectacular. You
moan sharply, and wrap your legs tightly around me.
And I continue moving downward. I kiss my way across your stomach, pausing
at the soft spot you think is so terrible. I plan to make you appreciate it
as an asset, but I have more urgent needs right now. Stopping just at the
edge of your panties, I grasp the thin strand of elastic and look at you.
"I'm serious now," I say, and I am. "Stop me now, if you want, because after
this it's too late." You just continue to meet my gaze, not saying anything,
but your eyes speak to me. "I'm waiting," I tell you. "I have to hear it
from you."
"Do it."
Trying to appear confident, I untangle your legs from around my back, and
take the waistband in both hands. I consider just ripping your panties off,
but they might be your favorite pair. Instead, I slide them down slowly over
the entire perfect length of your legs. Once they are off, I dare look at
you again. You are now completely naked, and truly the most beautiful sight
I've ever seen. The heat of the night and our passion have filmed your
entire body with perspiration. Your nipples are hard, and begging for
further attention. Your face could redefine the word "desire". And now I
look for the first time, and see neatly trimmed blonde hair surrounding the
most beautiful, most inviting opening I've ever seen. I return my lips to
where they were a moment ago, and continue working my way down.
My first taste of you is nothing short of heaven. I kiss gently at the
outer folds of flesh, and then slip my tongue inside you. You are as hot and
wet as any woman can be, and incredibly sweet. I lap at you slowly,
sometimes just kissing, sometimes driving my tongue as deep inside of you as
it will go, and enjoying the beautiful sounds you make in response. I tease
that way for a long time, trying to learn all the right spots to make you
feel good. You are such a sensuous woman, though, that you respond
beautifully to almost everything I can do to you, and I decide it's time to
see if I can finish satisfying you orally. I want to make you come, because
it's the only thing I know that can make a woman as beautiful as you even
more beautiful. I don't expect that you will be an easy woman to please,
especially on my first try, but I'm determined to do it. I want to guarantee
that you'll be back for more. After a moment of probing, I find what I'm
looking for, almost hidden under its fleshy hood, and tease your clitoris
out into the open with my tongue and fingers. Once revealed, I begin
flicking it lightly with my tongue, then take it between my lips and suck at
it for a few seconds. I alternate techniques, while I continue to probe
inside you with two fingers, and you seem to be inching along the path to a
beautiful orgasm. You seem to be on the verge of crying out, but you smother
it. "It's okay. Make all the noise you want. We're the only ones here, and I
want to hear your pleasure."
I return to my task, and now you seem to be well on your way. Your moans
are louder and faster, and your fingers are tangling restlessly in my hair.
I push a third finger into you, and clamp my lips on your clitoris, whipping
my tongue back and forth over it. I know I've achieved my goal as time
stands still for just a moment. Your legs stiffen, your hands press my face
even further into you, and a long, low moan fills the room. It is the most
erotic sound I've ever heard, and the sound alone is almost enough to make
me come. Time starts moving again, as your body relaxes and you try to catch
your breath. I place a few more kisses on your inner thighs, enjoying the
little tremor that goes through you each time, then wipe some of the excess
moisture from my face and take you in my arms again. When we've both calmed
down a little, I ask if you'd like another glass of wine.
"What about you?" you ask, gently grasping my throbbing erection through
my underwear.
"Let that cool a moment. I want you badly, but I wouldn't last half a
minute now. Wine?"
"Yes, thanks. And then..."
"Yes, and then." I grin at you, glad to see that you are more than willing
to go on, and go get us another glass of wine.
We rest for maybe ten minutes, hardly speaking, just sipping our wine and
touching each other. By now, the pressure in my groin has lessened slightly,
and I'm ready to start again. Noticing the direction of my glance, you drain
your glass, and then take mine from me. Walking to my dresser, you strike a
deliberately seductive pose, which has the desired effect on me, and then
return to the bed. "I have a feeling this is going to be good," you say.
"I've got exactly the same feeling," I reply, and push you down again
under me. Finally, I remove my own underwear. You are looking intently at
me, but if you are surprised, you don't give any sign. I settle myself
between your legs again, so that the tip of my rod is pressing against the
entrance. Kissing you deeply, I ask, "Are we ready?"
"Yes, we're ready."
I hold my breath for a moment and begin to push into you. I expect little
resistance, after opening you with my tongue and fingers earlier, but I
can't remember ever before entering a woman with such silky smoothness, and
such an exquisite pressure holding me. I move into you slowly, and rest for
a moment once I'm fully inside you. This is a moment that I want to remember
always, after dreaming about it for so long. Just as slowly, I begin to move
back out of you, and then I start a regular stroking motion. I enjoy going
deeply into you, and then pulling almost all the way out again, and the way
you are now meeting my thrusts, this must be the way you like it, too. With
all the excitement leading up to now, I don't expect to last long, so I stop
and rest after a dozen strokes or so, kissing you and sucking at your
breasts while I get myself back under control.
We continue this way, resting occasionally, for only a few minutes before
I know I can't hold out much longer. "I can't take this much longer. I'm
going to come, and I'm not going to be able to hold it back. Hold onto me!"
I gasp, and begin really driving into you. We hold each other tight, and you
continue trying to meet my thrusts until I get completely beyond control. I
feel like some sort of animal now, aware of nothing but passion and a need
to be deep inside you. I'm panting now, from exertion and excitement, and I
can feel sweat running down my back. Each time I pound into you, I am
rewarded with a small cry of pleasure. Finally, the dam within me breaks,
and my entire body is filled with pleasure. I drive into you one last time
and stay there, pumping my orgasm deep into you and pressing you as tightly
against my chest as I can.
In a moment it's over, but I have no desire to pull out of you. I want to
lie here on top of you, feeling your warm body and your strong heartbeat
under me. I'm convinced that there can be no better feeling for a man, and I
want it to last. If you want me to move you'll tell me, but for now, I'll
just let myself go to sleep like this.
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