Reaching For The Moon

When Anne knocked briskly on my door and let herself in, kicking
off her shoes before flopping into the sofa in front of me, I had
just finished reading the same page for the tenth time. I was
restless, I didn't want to work. I could see that it was a glorious
day out, the kind where the sky is a vivid blue, the kind you know
will end in a golden light and, even though I was slightly annoyed
at Anne's presumptuous interruption, I would admit to feeling relief
at having an excuse to put down the papers beside me and to look at
her, wondering what had happened to make her so fidgety. She could
hardly keep still in her seat. She was squirming and her eyes were
bright as she grinned; her polite patience, while I finished with my
work, pushed to its limits.

"How's it going?" Her voice was rather shrill and I knew she wasn't
at all interested in what I was doing.

I pretended not to notice her obvious excitement and instead sighed,
looked out the window while I waved my hands over the papers beside
me and said, "I'm trying to proof-read this documentation and I
can't seem to get past the first page." I was looking at her out of
the corner of my eye and my reply seemed to take some energy out of
her; she suddenly seemed listless and I immediately felt guilty for
deflating her mood. I turned to look at her. "You look as if
you're in a good mood," I said. "What's happened?"

She sprang back into life instantly, half out of the chair,
straining forward, she laughed and then sat back, sitting on her
hands.

"I'm bursting," she said, "I need to tell someone this idea I
have."

"Oh?" An eyebrow arched, I was still calm amidst all her movement.

"Well, there's this guy I write to, okay?"

I nodded, knowing that she would start speaking before I could open
my mouth to reply.

"We're friends but sometimes we tell each other about certain,
um..." She paused. "...images we like." She stopped suddenly and
it was obvious that I was supposed to say something.

"Images?"

"Erm, like things that turn us on." She looked up at me quickly.

I smiled. "Ah." She seemed to relax a little. "And?"

"Um, well, he happened to mention how much he liked asses." When
she looked up at me I was smiling calmly at her, but she was
avoiding my gaze while she spoke. "About the idea of a woman bent
over, facing away from him, about how he would enjoy the sight and
how he would want to reach out to pull aside her panties, stare at
her ass and then lick her."

I wasn't smiling so calmly when she looked at me again. I changed
position uneasily in my chair, tucking my feet under me, aware of a
throbbing between my legs.

"So? What about it?" The sun had begun to set as I said this and I
noticed that the room was filled with long shadows. Neither of us
moved to switch on a light.

"I found that I couldn't stop thinking about that idea." Her voice
sounded deeper now, more confident, as if she was aware of the
change in me, of my sudden vulnerability.

"What were you thinking?" I asked, realising that she seemed
transformed in the shifting light: taller, still and calm.

"I realised that I had a similar fantasy and that I wanted to share
it with someone. I wanted someone else to enjoy it with me."

I nodded. "Are you going to write it to your friend?"

"I might," she paused, "but I want to tell it now, to you - I can't
wait - do you mind?" She was motionless in the chair. Even though
it was getting quite dark in the room, I could tell that she was
staring at me. I tried not to squirm, pressing my legs together,
trying to stifle the throbbing.

"Sure. Go ahead," I said, grinning.

"Are you sitting comfortably?"

We laughed. I heard her shifting in the chair, pulling her legs
closer to her and I decided to lie on my back, resting my head on
the arm-rest, hands clasped upon my chest.

"I'm ready," I said. "Let's hear it."

She started.

-oOo-

Okay, so this fantasy starts with a woman. I always see her in
cotton clothes. A loose cut-away plain top, which reveals her belly
when she stretches up for things, and a long gathered skirt in muted
browns and crimsons. She has long, slightly wavy, chestnut hair and
a slim nose; pale skin. She isn't wearing anything under her top
and just some thin white cotton pants under her skirt. Her legs and
feet are bare. She's at home.

I used to start this off by imagining walking into a room and seeing
her bent over, rummaging around for something on the floor, old
photos perhaps, having found a dusty box and exploring spilled
treasures on the floor. She doesn't hear her lover when he walks up
behind her but he feels her momentarily tense and then relax when he
puts a hand on her back, just above her ass. They remain like that
for a few moments, him peering over her shoulder at the photos while
she fingers through the piles on the carpet. His attention is drawn
to the warmth from her back and he becomes aware of the elastic of
her pants. He wants to feel her ass, to put his face to it and feel
her soft skin against his nose and cheeks. He passes his hand back
and forth a little, over the same spot, feeling the elastic roll
against his palm. He can imagine holding that elastic in his teeth,
pulling it over her hips.

She carries on busily, her eyes closing slowly at the thought of his
hands on her naked cheeks, of his thumbs dragging between the crack
and of his hand between her legs. She shifts slightly, getting
comfortable and holds her breath when his hand leaves her back only
to feel him gathering up her skirt with both hands and resting it on
her back. She closes her eyes, anticipating the first touch against
her skin, wondering if it'll be on her back, between her legs,
cupping the cheeks or her thighs. She feels him brush against her
leg and then feels a hand on the inside of her knee, gently pushing
her leg out. Her breathing quickens as she parts her legs for him
and she feels her wetness gathering in her underwear, excited that
he will see it, wondering if he already has, and then wondering if
seeing it excited him.

She feels his hands on her hips. His eyes are on her ass but he
wants to take his time, he doesn't want to hurry and, even though
his stiff cock is straining against his trousers, he doesn't release
himself, not yet. His hands slide down lower until his fingers are
at the elastic and he slips his fingers underneath as his hands
continue to slide down over each side of her ass, pulling the white
cloth down slowly. He releases the elastic when it's at the top of
her legs. She opens her eyes at this point because she was
concentrating on the shifting cloth, waiting for it to be eased off
her hips, but instead now it's loosened between her legs and the
cloth lightly pulls and tickles on the hair, stimulating her.

Her pale round ass is exposed to his eyes and hands now. He puts a
hand on each cheek, spreading his fingers, gripping as much as he
can and then bends down to lick her between his hands, shifting
them, turning his head and giving her ass long licks all over until
she is glistening. Her cunt has started to ache and he wants to put
his finger into the tight hole of her ass.

He moves to his knees and puts his mouth against her cunt, briefly,
before licking between her cheeks in one long hard lick. He can't
wait anymore and his fingers go to the top of her ass. Pulling her
cheeks open with his thumbs, he lowers his mouth to her again, to
lick at the soft hairs in the warm dark place.

His thumbs move down and his mouth follows, his nose brushing her
cheeks, making slow progress down, licking, sucking and slurping.
She moans low in her throat. All she can think of is of his finger
fucking her ass. When his thumbs move to reveal her puckered
opening, he replaces one thumb with a finger so that he is holding
her open with one hand. He firmly drags a finger from the top of
her ass down over the wrinkled skin to her cunt and then back up.
He can feel and see her ass clenching in his hands as he presses his
lips against her rosy hole, dragging his lips up and down and then
flicking his tongue around. He kisses it wetly, his mouth leaving
her flesh with a slurping noise. He moves his hand from her leg to
rest his fingers on her cheeks, the forefinger slipping between and
pressing against her. He pushes gently and then notices that it is
dry and so places his finger in his mouth, sucking it quickly,
leaving it wet with saliva and then touches it to her ass again,
easing it in, watching the ring open up and the tip disappear.

She pushes back on him, grunting, and so he withdraws the finger and
places both hands on her cheeks, pulling them open, leaving her pink
wet hole exposed, before pushing his face against her, flicking his
tongue on her quickly, then kissing and sucking her. He soon gets
into a rhythm of flicking her ass with his tongue and wet kisses.
She starts to shift against his dancing tongue on her ass and he
leans back; he wants to push two fingers into her ass now, but
instead cups her pussy with his hand against the cloth and, rubbing
it against her, he feels how wet she is when it is soon soaked
through.

He grips the cloth between her legs and pulls it down off her legs
and then puts his hand on her pussy again; his hand becomes quickly
wet and slippery as he strokes all his fingers between her legs,
easing open her lips, his fingertips bumping into her clit. He
leaves her ass to look at her pussy. Putting his hands on the top
of her thighs, he pushes her legs wider apart so that he can see all
of her. His fingers reach out to pull open her pussy lips, rubbing
them between his thumb and fingers, and then he drags a finger from
her clit to her ass, spreading the wetness, retracing the route
before leaning forwards to taste her juices on her ass. As he
pushes his tongue against the hole, he eases his thumb into her cunt
and twists it slowly in her. He has to look at her pussy again; he
wants to watch his thumb slide into her juicy cunt, to watch it as
he pulls it out, seeing how her skin clings to him and then watch it
disappear into her again as he pushes it back into her. He returns
to her ass and his fingers tickle her clit as his tongue probes her
ass while his thumb fucks her slowly, twisting in her as it is
withdrawn.

Her legs start to tremble and his fingers slip in her wetness,
missing her clit, moving around to find it again, to hold it between
his fingers, pulling on it as his thumb comes out of her pussy and
is plunged in again. He wants to fuck her cunt with all his
fingers; he wants to suck her clit, feeling it throb between his
lips, while he has his fingers twisting in her wetness. He wants to
be between her legs, his face wet from her, her thighs clenching his
head, her cunt clenching his fingers. He wants to be fucking her
ass with his fingers when she comes, feeling the warm tightness
spasm around them, and he wants to place the tip of his oh so hard
cock on her ass and watch the head distort as he pushes it in
slowly, seeing the glans disappear as her ass opens up to accept
him. He wants to fuck her fast and hard, bringing her quickly to
orgasm, racing her ahead, slamming his cock into her, slapping his
thighs against her ass so that she gasps aloud with each hard deep
thrust.

He wants to feel her tight cunt on his cock and he wants to be able
to shift his hips so that he can thrust at her vagina at many points
and he wants her to squeeze his cock with her muscles as he
withdraws, pulling it to her. He wants to reach under her at her
swinging breasts to roll her nipples between his thumb and finger
and he wants to pinch her nipples hard, so that he would hear her
moan.

What does she want? She wants to come. Now. She wants to feel his
tongue flick over her clit but she wants to feel him fill her with
his cock and hopes that it's really hard, really really hard, so
that he would glide into her quickly, grip her hips and fuck her
urgently, noisily. She wants him to finger ass, to feel his tongue
dance over her.

I can't remember what they're doing, but he is going to take his
cock into his hand. A slippery fluid is already gathering at the
tip and he moves next to her and rubs himself up and down her wet
pussy. He pushes his cock against her clit on the down stroke and
eases it into her cunt a little way on the up stroke. He slips into
her easily - she is dripping wet - and he thrusts into her a few
times quickly and then withdraws and drags himself over her clit
again, flicking it quickly. His cock is really sensitive now and he
can't do this for much longer. She's been on the edge of coming for
a long while and is really beginning to ache, needing release. He
can't decide whether to fuck her in the cunt or ass.

She is panting while he is thinking, his cock resting still against
her clit. He holds her still with a hand on her back. He pushes
his cock into her wet pussy again. He is very near coming. Her
pussy tightens around his cock and he pushes deeper into her slowly,
trying to control the approaching waves. He fucks her slowly for a
minute, watching his cock disappear into her, seeing her legs
quiver, her puffy pussy, the glistening wetness of their mingled
juices and saliva and then he focuses on her ass and presses a
finger against her, pushing it in up to the knuckle, twisting,
feeling, pumping and then pulls it out and presses two wet fingers
against her before pushing both in. He starts pumping his cock into
her again, matching the pace with his pumping fingers, moving
through tightness.

His hand presses down on her back firmer as she starts to move
against him. She feels his cock go harder in him and he starts to
thrust into her faster as he starts to come and she bears down on
the dragging in her cunt, clenching her ass and pussy, closing her
eyes, moaning, easing into her orgasm, riding with it as she rides
his fingers and throbbing cock.

When he starts to tense, he withdraws his fingers from her ass and
holds her by the hips, pulling her against his thighs, to drive his
cock deeper, watching as he slides it out, slick with their juices
and then slamming back into her hot cunt as he spurts into her,
feeling her cunt spasm around his stiffness; they gasp and moan and
fuck as their bodies tremble together, his cock spurting into her
trembling cunt. He slows down after a while, sweat dripping off
him, releasing his grip on her hips, watching his sensitive cock
sliding in and out of her slowly. He pulls out, their juices
dribble out of her and down their legs and they both collapse onto
the floor into each other's arms; his fingers brush hair out of her
eyes that was clinging to her sweaty face.

-oOo-

The room was in darkness when she stopped speaking and, for a while,
was filled only with the sound of our fast breathing. My neck
was aching from the awkward position it had been in for the last
half hour and my body stiff from the strain of trying not to move
while she was talking, not wanting to interrupt her. I heard a
movement from where she was sitting.

"Chris?" she called out quietly from across the room.

"Yeah?"

"Just checking," she said, "I wondered if you had fallen asleep."

I laughed quietly. "No. I couldn't have fallen asleep through
that." We were silent for a moment.

"Did you like it?" I heard her say and then, against my ear, her
breath spilling onto my neck, "Did it make you wet and hard?"

I couldn't move. I felt something on my thigh realising, as it
moved up, that it was her hand.

"Can I touch you? Can I found out how wet I made you?"

I opened my mouth but no sound came out because suddenly her hand
was between my legs and I heard a pleased sound from her at the same
time that I remembered that I wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Oooh, yes, I turned you on, didn't I?"

I found the energy to push myself up to sit up, dropping my legs
over the side, to rest my feet on the floor. Her hand hadn't left
my thigh.

I still hadn't said anything; I didn't want her to stop but I was
also scared that she might continue. Her hands were cool when they
parted my legs, exposing my damp hair to the night air.

"I was imagining you lying here while I was talking to you,
imagining that your clit would go hard as my images went through
your mind." Her hands moved higher up legs and began to stroke my
inner thighs as I held my breath.

"I was thinking that if I had made you wet that I wanted to taste
you. Were you thinking about me? Did you imagine yourself in the
story, sliding your fingers into me?" Her voice was almost
hypnotic.

I was still unable to talk, thinking that anything I might say would
only be drowned by the sound of my pounding heart. She stopped
talking when her cool mouth made contact with the wetness between my
legs. I heard her on me, dragging her tongue slowly up the length
of me, as her hands held my thighs open. I couldn't help but
moan while I arched my head back and slid off the sofa towards her
waiting mouth and fingers.

A hand left my thigh, to be followed by the feel of fingers stroking
my labia before they entered me slowly, feeling all around my wet
cavern. Just as I was growing accustomed to these sensations, her
mouth fastened onto my clitoris and another moan escaped my lips.
She held it between her top lip and tongue, suckling it slowly,
letting it pulsate in her mouth, as she fucked me slowly with her
fingers. I came noisily, my hands in her hair, pulling her into me,
as my thighs clenched her head. She hung onto my clitoris, flicking
it patiently, sliding her fingers back into me persistently, as I
came again, my body shuddering, sweaty, released.

I looked down at her, meeting her eyes as she looked up at me from
between my legs and smiled.

-oOo-

"What do you think?" Tom was looking at him intently.

Ben coughed, struggling to remain calm, glad of the folded newspaper
on his lap. "It's a good story. What do you intend doing with it?"

"I'm not sure. Try to publish it, I suppose." He stood up to get
another drink from the cabinet. "So you don't think it's a bit
crass going for the male fantasy of two women together?"

"No," Ben's voice wavered and he coughed, pretending to clear his
throat. "No, it works well."

Tom, apparently satisfied, looked back to the drink he was pouring.
"Really, tell me, you think it's okay? You think people will like
it?"

"Yes," Ben said, "I think people will like it."

"Did you?"

Ben shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Tom was looking at him, and
Ben couldn't turn away.

"Did it make you hard?", Tom continued. He was at Ben's side in a
moment, lifting off the newspaper before Ben could protest. "I want
to see you."

Ben's cock was straining in his trousers and he looked up to see
Tom's stiffness outlined before him.

"I was thinking about you while I was reading you that draft,
wondering if it would make you hard."

He dropped to his knees and looked up at Ben. "Can I touch you?"