Welcome to part five on the Sensual Sunday Story day of ‘Reading is sexy’. Giving the Sunday a little heat en sensuality. Hope you enjoy the read as much as I like diving in the world of erotics.
Sensual Sunday: Reading is Sexy Fever!
‘What are you reading?’ Could I have been more original. But the question was out there fluttering around and having her head turn away from her book with a fresh red blush on her cheeks.
“A story I read before and is one of my favourites. It is how I want to be, so free. It is called ‘Reading is Sexy’. ”
-“I never heard of that title before. What is it about?”
“Well how about I read you a bit.”
Her face turns a brighter red and eyes divert to her knees. Hands full of nerves rubbing across her thighs, keeping them covered with her clothes. Her book resting down against her belly. Is she ashamed to read to me, but then why would she ask. Or could it be the story, sharing how she would like to be. I have to think up my answer wisely as not to scare her even more. I like watching her, seeing her get lost in her stories. This might even be better.
-“Well only if you want to, no need to feel obligated.” I answer carefully, “My name is Dave and uh….” Words escape me again with her eyes staring at me with a serious look. A fire is ignited and burning with a fierce desire of reading for me. As big as I felt she made me feel small like a flower underneath her foot. Her seating changing to a little sideways. knees curled across the grass feet behind her and one shoulder leaning against the tree.
She laid with her legs stretched and spread on this warm spring day. It was the first time she decided to do this. Having read it in a story she wanted to see if she could to, do the same. Her mind took an idea and it became a vivid day dream. Of a masked person kissing her with a passion. The hands softly floating across the skin of her leg. near the edge of her stocking. It was right there in the middle of the park she wanted it to happen. Her thought seemed so alive she felt every move she imagined. Even the soft pressure against her panties felt real and had her put her hands to help the person who was touching her.
But there was nothing there. Just her fingers with a rolled up dress and the warmth of her pussy. Not having a care in the world being the exhibitionist she is that one moment, lost in her thoughts of forbidden love. This masked person rubbing her intimately making her feel wanted and centre of his attention. The breeze is soft making the trees dance gently back and forth, spreading the scent of fresh flowers.
Feverish her body sweats in heat, from her rubbing and squeezing. Moans escape her luscious lips as her orgasm nears with her imaginary masked person pressing down on her.
Her voice was soft like music, gentle to the ears and floated up and down like the breeze cooling our bodies. Her breathes got heavier and face turned sensual red. Biting her lips at intervals you could see her reliving the story she is reading to me. My body reacts to the visual end sound coming from this strange woman.
Best wishes and till next week for more spice.