Hot line

What about a rainy afternoon, drinking a soft warm cocoa,
behind French windows, sitting,
almost lying surrounded by white and cream silk cushions
on wooden floor, only wearing a black bra,
black silky shorts, silk black gloves, tight black necklace,
black high heeled shoes and with a sort of naughty smile,
drinking and looking at you?

Do you want more?
Well...it would be a Sunday afternoon, after lunch.
It starts to rain
And we decide not to go out from home

Relaxing afternoon with TV or playing with our pets
But you almost fall asleep in front of the TV
because you are very tired
And I decide to have a shower
But you are not sleeping

There is only a tiny window in our bathroom,
just to allow ventilation and I open it,
To hear the sound of thunders, something I like.

And it is going on raining, and because I am in the shower
I don’t hear you coming
I open the shower and feel the warm water running down my skin
Drops slippering easily over me
My face, my arms, my whole body
...

Shall I go on?
I see...

Am completely wet with the water and when I decide
to go for the sponge... two strong hands from behind me
full of liquid soap start caressing my skin

At first I get surprised and scared
But it is you, whispering at my left ear,
shhhh, don’t move..
You take my arms and made me place them behind your head,
but remember you are behind me, so I can’t see your face,
and you say again...
Please, don’t move...let me do it for you
...
Then your hands become like two sponges
And they are slippering up and down my body
Meanwhile the water is still running over my face
And I close my eyes and open my mouth slightly, I need air,
the way you are touching me is soft but with energy
And am feeling ...

and...

Better stop?

Let’s go on then

You untie my dark and wavy hair over my shoulders
And wash my hands, and then my arms, then you go back
and do my back and my legs,

The outside side and the front, and the back, but not the inside… yet
You still don’t let me move
...
Then you go up again and press gently my breasts
I want to move, but you don’t let me

My hands go directly to the wall of the shower
Am shivering
You still go on playing
I can feel the pleasure with water running over me,
and your whispers in my ears,
and your hands

Then you go down on your knees, still behind me,
and push me against the wall
And you start washing my legs
From down to up

Water is clearing me up
You are going up washing me with your hands
Am loosing my breath
Almost moaning
And you wash me, down my back, gently
Am loosing my point of reference to the wall
My eyes are closed
Then you stand up again

Yes...

And whisper

Open your legs my dear

Water still running
I almost don’t have soap
You place some in your hands
And then you say
Close your eyes
Don’t breathe until you can count three

I do

And at number three

I feel your warm and sweet hand washing my treasure
I move my head backwards
My hands are trying to subject to the wall
But they slipper

You still doing from behind me
So, I can’t see you or hear you
You are taking your time
Rubbing me gently
Enjoying the touch of my skin there,
am getting completely wet inside

And you know it
You are not going to stop
and I don´t want you to

Then you stand up
And you turn me face to face at you
I can see the pleasure of power in your eyes
And you can see me helpless

Then your left hand goes behind my neck
And you kiss me
Kiss me hard on my lips
Am on fire but you are too

Your right hand is still foaming my treasure
But very slowly, now just rubbing me

Your passion is kissing all my body now
Destroying me
Killing my will

Water is still running over us
But you control everything
And you control the water too
With a naughty smile

You are clearing me up, everywhere
I want to touch you, kiss you, and bite you
But you still don’t let me!!

No merci for me, still standing up,
with my hands grabbing the telephone shower
hanged over my head, because you want it that way,
legs spread and you kneeled in front of me

This is too much
I beg for mercy, moaning a please

Water running over my treasure
You move the phone shower previously
so now the water goes directly over my breasts
You smile again

...

Now your hands go directly behind me and grab me firmly,
with energy, pulling me in front of your face
My treasure is facing you
You slow the water
Am shivering
Almost to death

You are few centimetres from my skin
And you blow your soft warm breath over me

God!

then you kiss me there

I feel a lightning going all trough my body
crossing my soul
I almost faint
but you go on
and on and on

Brain out of order
raining outside
thunderstorm outside and inside me
your warm and velvet lips
rubbing my sweet treasure

...

...

are you still there?