An Intellectual Encounter

I knocked on the door and she was naked… still in bed until I got there. She wasn’t expecting me. In fact she had never actually seen me. We’d talked but that was it.

She finally opened the door and I was hooked. She was about 5’3”, long slender legs, great muscle tone, long blonde hair, a sweet little tight ass, and beautiful boobs. The kind that you can see swelling out from either side while her back is to you. I find this so hot… the narrow hips and the boobs you can see from behind.

I knew right then I would have her. I could see in her sea green eyes that she was trying not to want me.

We sat on the couch and smoked cigarettes and talked. Good deep talking… almost instant friends, the kind of connection that makes you feel lie you’ve always known somebody… like maybe you were lovers in another life.

She was in blue jean shorts and a t-shirt, her nipples almost called me out loud.

She was so hot, but beyond that she was so right there… The sexual tension hung in the air like a cloud. It was delicious… As much as I wanted to just take her in my arms and ravish her, to have electric, sweaty, roll your eyes back in your head, forget your own name, raw, uninhibited, scream so loud somebody calls the cops sex. It was wonderfully exciting to have this electric tension and let it just continue to build. Like some sort of sexual savings account. When it does happen it will be beyond belief… I will collect the interest. Damn, I get wood just remembering it.

The afternoon was exquisite, the nuances of subtle flirting, punctuated by blatant sexual messages. The give and take of verbal foreplay. The heat building as we engaged in this wonderful sexual dance, occasional brushing of a hand on a leg, pushing her hair back, legs brushing against each other. So accidental, but so calculated.

Nothing can compare to the electricity generated by delayed gratification, and the intellectual banter of two people who want each other badly. A cerebral exercise of sex without the physical culmination.

When it was time to go, she walked me to the door. The connection was intense. I asked for a kiss and only a kiss. I cradled her jaw in my hands; her skin was soft, warm, and responsive. Her lips were tender and inviting. She tasted at once salty and sweet. My hand grazed up her side and barely discernibly brushed the side of her beautiful breast.

The non-culmination of the sexual experience was as hot an experience as I’ve had, and the tension makes the anticipation of the imminent fulfillment so much more powerful.

Collecting on this one will be glorious beyond words.

Risky