Date: Thu, 09 May 2002 15:31:22 -0700
From: viani@hotmail.com
Subject: Holding It In (Pt. 1)  (F/F)

DISCLAIMER:  This story involves depictions of sexual acts by consenting
adults.  If you don't want to expose yourself to it or are under the age of
18 please leave now.


                          Holding It In

I had been holding it in for awhile.  Trying to ease the tension I made a
jerky movement in my chair to distract myself from the gripping I had to do
to release some of the desire in my loins.  I pretended to listen to the
physics instructor.  I felt as though I was attracting too much attention so
I ceased from listening to the natural callings.

I had been attending class for nearly five weeks when quite by chance the
young womyn sitting next to me caught my attention when she made a small
social blunder.  I wished my instructor a happy Mayday and she thought I was
speaking to her.  I looked at her only momentarily, not wanting to bring
embarrassment to her obvious blunder.  I gained my focus on the instructor
only for a while.

As the instructor began the lecture the strawberry blonde next to me was
squirming around in her chair, cleaning her nails and generally just fussing
with herself.  At one point I couldn't help to look.  I almost offered her a
set of nail clippers but then thought it would be more entertaining to watch
her instead.  I was right.  As her legs moved back and forth nonchalantly
fanning herself I allowed myself a side-glance, as not to distract her.  Her
stance was so wide I couldn't help to think, "That's perfect for me.  I
could just kneel right there in front of her."  Her legs swayed back
together and I imagined she was squeezing me, letting me know she wanted me
to stay.  It was then that she noticed I was looking; either that or she
felt my motivations and looked at me to confer.  I didn't return her glance,
fearing my blush would too soon give it away.

The class ended sooner than I wanted.  I slowly began to gather my notes on
the engineering pad I used.  I stopped to notice she had made her way down
to the instructor's podium.  I listened for what questions were being asked
of other students, as well as sizing her up.  I noticed she was probably
around 5'5".  She was wearing baggy pants so I couldn't make out her body
but I did notice how she carried herself.

It has always been an interest to me, how a womyn carries herself, is she
confident or fearful, or does she strike a healthy balance between the two?
Her hair was longer than mine; it fell straight below her bra line, if she
in fact used a bra.  I had noticed earlier in the term that she wasn't
heavily busted, she was smaller but that never mattered to me.  Instead I've
always been attracted to a womyn's voice.  She waved her foot back and forth
behind her.  I wondered if she could feel my glances.  I stopped looking at
her because I didn't want to call attention to my glances as other
classmates were gathering around me.

I continued gathering my books.  I looked down at my notes and as my gold
John-Lennon style glasses slid down my nose I reached up to guide them back
to their respective position.  When I did I caught her looking at me as she
made her way up the stairs that led around each side of the lecture hall.
My face was partially blocked by my hand but she could see that I was
returning her look.  The redness started at her neck and rose up to fill her
cheeks.  Her eyes were brown, a deep brown behind her stylish red glasses.
I maintained my gaze, just to let her know I could return her looks.  I felt
the heat in my cheeks rise and I matter-of-factly looked back down at my
notes.  Realizing she was sizing me up I felt my looks of curiosity all over
my face.  I smirked quietly and snapped up my bag of books.  I didn't look
up to find her.  I just settled back into my routine.

Later that day, upon my arrival back home, after my girlfriend of 14 years
picked me up I began to recall her looks.  I smiled gleefully, feeling that
she had some curiosities about me.  I imagined what it would be like to make
love with her, how soft it would be at first and how hot it would develop.
I looked forward to seeing her at Friday's lecture.

My girlfriend and I were purchasing a house and I was refinishing the oak
wood floors.  She left me there when she had to go to work.  I was so
relieved to be alone I let out a, "wooooo!"  I began allowing the feelings
from the young womyn's glances settle into me.  It felt so good, it's just
what I wanted, a springtime quiet adoration.  I hoped it would develop
enough so I could do some songwriting.  I wanted to touch myself but my
hands were dirty so I had to use my imagination.

I imagined standing in front of her, realizing she was intimidated just
turned me on further.  Then I leapt back to a scene.  We were studying at a
local park, lying under the warmth of the sun.  She was on her stomach, her
foot flowing back and forth with the slight breeze.  I was sitting up
reading my physics book, but moreover, noticing how her thighs met her
smallish-ass.  Although I preferred larger womyn, it was chemistry that
mattered.  I watched how her butt moved in unison with her leg, her hips
were slightly rolling with each sway.  I thought to myself, "even though she
isn't experienced in being with womyn, she does know how to pique my
interest."  When I looked back I saw that she had her head facing the
opposite direction and was resting.  I asked her if she wanted to go for a
walk in the woods nearby.  She turned around, looking smart in her
sunglasses and replied by standing up and saying, "Yes, let's go."

We walked through the stand of trees, it was majestic, some of them over
200 years old.  She stopped at an old cedar and felt the bark through her
fingers.  She exclaimed at its beauty.  I approached her from behind,
watching the rise and fall of her breath.  My eyes filled with her natural
beauty.  She reached up over her head with her hand, to again stroke the
magnificent tree.  I stood directly behind her, my 36C cup breasts nearly
touching her back.  She backed herself up into me.  I allowed my right hand
to land on her right hip and steadied her against me.  I met her left hand
with mine and firmly placed it over hers.  She inhaled deeply.  I floated
down her left arm with my fingertips, feeling her breath under me.  I swiped
her hair to reveal her neck with my hand and leaned over to smell her
natural scents mixing in with the pervasive smell of cedar leaves, inhaling
deeply I released a sweet kiss behind her ear.  She moaned slightly and
moved into my full lips.  I slid my lips over her neckline, feeling her
heartbeat quickening under them.  Landing on her shoulder I let my tongue
out to raise her interest further and made a path to her ear, lightly.  I
moved my right hand to the small of her back and glided it in circles.  She
moved her hips slightly more into mine.  I reached around to feel her
stomach tightening under my touch, kissing her neck stronger, letting out
small bites.  I unbuttoned her pants one button at a time as I grinded into
her ass.  She pushed off of the old cedar making small utterances of
pleasure.  I pulled her further into me, with my hands around her waist; she
laid her head on my chest and rocked in my arms.  I kissed her cheek and
held her close.  Slowly I turned her around, gently moving her back against
the bark.  Leaning my hips into hers, I leaned back and looked at her.  Her
eyes told the story; she was blinking slowly, looking at my lips, wanting me
without saying it with words.  I smiled softly and placed my fingers at her
neckline, slowly tracing down to her navel.  She wrapped her arms around me
and pulled me into her lips.  We kissed softly.  She parted her lips
slightly and I traced the outline of her lips with my tongue.  She wanted me
to kiss her and I wanted her on the edge of passion, waiting for me to set
her off.  She rocked her hips against the tree, knowing she was building in
tension I gently tugged on her lips when she held my face in her hands,
meeting my tongue with hers.  I held her at her hips while our tongues
intertwined.  Wrapping my hands around her butt I pulled her into me while
gliding down her mouth.  She released more and I started to grind against
her.  She was hot on my leg.  Grinding her against the tree, I moved my lips
and tongue down her chest.  I backed off to kneel down before her, kissing
her stomach and tracing the outline of her panties, yellow cotton Jerseys.
I slowly pulled her pants down as she stroked my hair and drifted her
fingers over my lips.  As she jutted her hips to help me I smelled her and
instantly felt her wetness against my face.  I made an outline of her
panties with my tongue while running my hands up her legs and thighs to part
her legs.  With my tongue I tugged on her panties and slid my fingers
inside.  She was so wet it turned me on, my mouth watered thinking of having
my mouth, my face in her glory.  She lifted herself onto my face and grinded
down on me.  I pulled her panties aside and buried my nose inside her lips.
My tongue emerged.  I widened it to make a full swipe across her inner
labia.  I felt her shudder and smiled and then donned onto her clitoris.
She held herself up by my shoulders.  I submerged her clit into my mouth,
feeling it enlarge inside of me.  She was whimpering, the poor thing, I
definitely would have to see this through.

"Oh pleaaase, pleeeease," she let out.

I looked up at her, watching her as I led her panties down her thin frame.
"Nikki, you look so beautiful," I said, wanting her to look at me on my
knees.

I reached up and cupped her with my hand, allowing her to guide my fingers
inside of her.  She took two fingers right away, bearing down on me and
landing directly on my knuckles.  I knew then she was ready.  I started
teasing her clit, letting a twist of my fingers call her out.

Then she called out, "Ohhh, mmmm...you feel so good."  She landed again onto
my knuckles.  I pushed further inside of her and gave another twist.  I
gathered her whole clit in my mouth and started gliding up and down off of
it.  She was so excited she didn't know what to concentrate on first.  Then
we established a rhythm, as she pursed her hips towards me her clit was
fully inside my mouth being sucked off of her.  When she released I went
deep inside of her.  On each transition I pumped her deeper or twisted her
under my grip.

As she clenched my fingers I solely concentrated on her clit, rounding it in
my mouth, pulling and pushing it where I was told.  Then I reached in for
her G-spot and started to push into it.  She exclaimed, "I have nnnever,
nnnnnever." She was blithering out non-sentences but communicating to me
what she wanted.

I cajoled her between my lappings of her beautiful, warm juices, "Come on
Nikki, give it to me."  I felt her stop breathing momentarily and I took the
opportunity to completely call her out.  She quivered and shot all over my
arm.  I bent down, slid my tongue inside of her and licked up her squirt.
"Mmmmmmm...," you are wonderful.  In the throes of her orgasm she held
herself up by my head and grinded down onto my face.  She whimpered and
shuddered as I came off of her clit and kissed her all the way up to her
lips.  We kissed deeply and longingly, knowing we would come back to this
old cedar again.

I took a deep breath in and decided to get back to work on the wood floors.
I knew this Friday I would be taking some longer looks at her.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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