Arms of Ecstasy

As they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, she saw the familiar gentleman as he approached the car.  Russ opened the rear door for her and in one fail swoop, hugged her almost breathless. “Goodness, you are still as good looking as you were 15 years ago”, she teased. “Maybe a little more gray around the temples and a few more laugh lines?”

Ron and Susan had invited the two to have dinner with them.  They planned the impromptu meeting as casually as they could.  They had driven to Sheri’s and picked her up.  The guys had discussed this rendezvous in several conversations but work and life prevented the actual occurrence of such a meeting.  Finally, the four had gotten scheduling worked out and were ready to enjoy an evening of renewed friendship. 

While catching up on mutual acquaintances, they followed Susan and Ron to the outside seating area of the restaurant facing the ocean.  They were all talking nonstop, constantly interrupting each other with so much chatter.  The view was breathtaking as the sun was starting to set.  The orange and pink sky glowed in a lover’s teasing night adding to their growing excitement of each other’s company. Drinks were ordered and the conversation came as easily as if the four had been in touch each day. As they say facing the awesome sky, Russ and Sheri caught up on each other's daily lives and those of mutual friends from their school days. They laughed and talked, touching instinctively, as they shared events of 15 years.

“You know, Darlin”, his southern drawl melting her from the inside out as he whispered, “You look more beautiful than I remember”.  Throughout dinner, they teased each other and joked with their friends, who were very proud of themselves for setting up this little reunion. The sexual tension grew with each moment that passed. They reminisced about days gone by; how each of them always seemed to be involved with someone else every time they would run into one another, but how the chemistry never seemed to fade.  Russell and Ron worked together and were sharing practical jokes they had pulled on each other.  Susan and Sheri were old friends and once were roommates.  Susan came up with the idea of having dinner and inviting Russ and Sheri. 

They had all agreed on a little ocean front restaurant and Sheri rode with Susan and Ron.  They enjoyed their evening and time slipped by effortlessly.  As they walked down the steps to the truck to say goodbye, he took her hands in his and stared into her eyes.  “Come home with me.  We have so much catching up to do.  I had no idea that we would have such a connection. I was as nervous as a teenager when I talked with Ron today.  You always seemed so unreachable, so unavailable to me. Looking at you now, I see softness and sadness in those hazel green eyes.  I’ll take you home as soon as you ask.”

At the house, he fixed them both something for their thirst.  He sipped his drink and with passion in his eyes, motioned her to come with him. She held her glass with both hands, hoping to hide her nervousness. The skirt she wore opened as she walked. She was not embarrassed; she enjoyed the way he looked at her.

She moved across the room to sit on the sofa but he had other plans. He gently caught her by the arm and embraced her.  He lifted her blouse over her head and unsnapped the jean skirt. He pressed her firmly against his broad shoulders as he slowly guided her to the sofa and lowered himself.  He guided her to sit between his strong legs. She was excited by the thought of his skin next to hers; her nipples hardened as he took the glass from her hands. Her nervousness evaporated and her body gave way to sighs of anticipation. She let the skirt fall to the floor and obeyed his unspoken command issued only by the look in his eyes; allowing him to gently pull her to him.

Sitting between his legs with his hardness pressed against her, set her aglow. His skin felt like a raging fire; crackling embers sending lighted sparks into her, a burning sensation starting between her legs while leaning back against his chest. The hair felt nice against her, his hands cooled by the ice in his drink; felt good cupped against her breast. He whispered to her, “Look at me.”  She turned her head to face him.

She hesitated, knowing that the first look into his eyes and she would be lost in emotion.  She would be surrendering more than just her body to him but her sweet inner feeling, as well. She felt his arms around her and he whispered again, “Come on baby, it’s the first step to ecstasy.” She knew there was no turning back.  His eyes put her in a trance that only escalated the passion.

She could no longer resist his urgings, feeling his nakedness against her skin his shaft semi hard at the base of her spine.  She leaned back and looked into his eyes. She felt the urge to drift away as his hands started to explore her; again he whispered in that deep southern drawl, “Eyes to mine girl, I wanna see the heat in them, the lust, the passion, the want.”

She obeyed, and locked her eyes to his; she gasped breathlessly as his fingers found her erect nipple and tightened upon it. There was a stirring at her back, she felt his arousal, her back arched as she felt the pleasure that he gave to her. He taunted and teased her nipples making her moan; she watched his eyes as they smiled knowing that she was losing control. His hand slipped to tug at her mound and then on to cup her swollen lips.

Her eyes still locked to his, she knew he could see the need in them as he touched her. He must have sensed her anticipation because again he whispered to her, “Take it slow and don’t let go till I say so.”  As he delicately kissed the top of her stomach, letting her feel his breath as he moved closer to her passionate parts.

She moaned as his tongue started to dance, a dance that was slow and deliberate and would take her to complete abandonment, complete surrender. Slowly he started teasing her, making circular motions over her hardened nub with his fingers and his tongue bringing her to almost ecstasy.  Her hips rocked gently with the rhythm of passion, her body to brace herself against his shoulder and the impending orgasm.  He allowed the gentle waves of passion to erupt from her, still holding her back from complete abandon. He gently moved himself back to sit against her. She felt the seductive brush of his whiskers against her cheek as he reached around her.  Her breathing had changed as she felt his hands on her thighs, spreading her open while guiding her hand to her wet warmth. Her lips opened wide, he whispered for her to move faster, the warmth of his hands the warmth of his voice and the gentleness of her own fingers brought her to loud moans of pleasure.
Her eyes locked to his, pleading as her hips rocked to her fingers’ dance, she could feel his hardness and she needed it, in a rough haggard voice she told him.

“I need you, I need you inside me.”

She heard him quietly whisper, “Easy girl.  We have all the time in the world.”

Russ knew by the trembling of her body that she is on the verge of explosion. Her ass tensing as she held, her eyes glazed over with need of release. Her breath not much more than a pant as she felt his finger slip into her wetness; she was losing control. Pressing deeper with his finger, he whispered, “Just a little longer baby, then you can let it go; you can let it all go.”

She held back the convulsion, her body was strained to the limit; she was just on the other side of ecstasy when he moved to gingerly position himself to enter her. It wasn’t only her eyes that pleaded with him, but her voice also, “Oh please, please.”

Sheri felt his manhood bury deep into her; legs quaked as he started to pump slow and long. It was torture to hold on, sweet torture to hold back. She heard his breath quicken, as did the strokes. She knew he was close as she felt his manhood throb inside her; waiting for the moment that she couldn’t hold back any longer.

She retched her arms to hold his head close to hers. Her moans were all the voice she had left. He knew she was ready to give her all to him as her eyes glassed over as though losing consciousness. Her cries echoed around his whisper, “Alright let it go girl, let it all go for me, let it all go.”

She felt the liquid heat of him inside her as her body cried out in release. His arms wrapped tightly under her head, holding her close to him, riding each wave, delivering her into the arms of ecstasy