I sat down on the couch and placed the bottle of wine on the table in front of me. I knew I was only going to have one glass, but I wanted to look at the bottle. Crazy? Perhaps. But I knew that HE was across town, drinking the same wine, looking at the same label. We weren't having drinks together, but we were having drinks simultaneously.
As always, the wine made me frisky. And when the glass was empty, I wanted his kisses and his touch. Since he wasn't here, I went with the next best thing: my kisses and my touch.
I set down the empty wine glass beside the bottle, and I removed my sweater. My left hand pulled back the cup of my bra while my right hand released my left tit. I softly rubbed my nipple, teasing until it was hard. My left hand lifted my breast to my mouth as I kissed and sucked and licked.
I repeated those steps with my right breast, my bra pushed down to reveal them both. My hands worked them both while my mouth moved from one to the other, much like his mouth does when we're together.
Mmmmm. Was he playing too? Thoughts of him playing...such a turn-on.
My clit was tingling and throbbing then. Both hands undid my jeans, pulling them down to my knees, exposing my thighs. Those thighs that he kisses. Those thighs that close around his body. My hands slowly worked from my knees back up my thighs, remembering his touch. Remembering the anticipation: will he reach my panties this time? will he keep teasing me? will he keep rubbing while instead his mouth reaches my panties?
With me doing the rubbing, there was no surprise...only a little teasing while my hands quickly found their way to my pink panties. Mmm. He always loves my pink panties. And that makes me love them, too!
My left hand went back to rubbing my breasts. My right stayed on my panties, rubbing the full length of my pussy, teasing my clit. I spread my legs far, opening my pussy, pushing my panties inside me. After two clitoral orgasms (WOW!), I pressed my thighs together to provide a different sensation, to feel as if my pussy was closing around him...his fingers, his tongue, his pussy.
I rubbed my clit hard and fast then, my hips rocking, my breaths becoming short gasps as the orgasms washed like a wave over my body. I looked at the bottle and imagined him playing in his chair across town.
I picked up the bottle and removed the cork. I sniffed the cork, felt to see if it were wet. I put the bottle to my mouth and took a sip. Mmmm, was he still drinking? I held the wine in my mouth for maybe 15 seconds, learning the taste, memorizing it. Then, I leaned down and parted my mouth slightly, the wine cascading down onto my breasts, sliding down my stomach to my panties, to my pussy.
I slid my panties to the side as I rubbed that wine into my clit. Such a sensual moment. Rubbing, rubbing. WOW. I slipped two fingers into my pussy, my jeans sliding down to my ankles so that I could spread my legs farther apart. Rubbing, rubbing, stroking and thrusting. Looking at the wine bottle, the aroma emanating from my breasts. Knowing that wine was between my legs, and across town it was in his mouth. Mmmmm.
It wasn't long, and I was cumming. Cumming. Cum for me, honey. Cum for me. Cum in your chair. I'm cumming. Can you hear me? Do you know I'm cumming. It feels so good, baby. It feels like we're together.
Baby, I need you.
I ripped off my jeans and lay down on my stomach. Three fingers in my pussy, my breasts pressed against the cushions. I rode my fingers as I want to ride him. Fast, fast. My clit hitting the cushions, my thumb rubbing against it with each thrust.
I'm cumming again! I'm cumming. I turned my head and looked at the bottle back in its place on the table. I silently thanked him for the suggestion that we share a glass that night. That glass of wine was the best drink I've ever drunk alone. I drank it alone, but he was with me through every soft caress, through every orgasm. Through every thought I had.
I missed sitting across the table from him drinking our wine, but this...this deserved to be put on our schedule. I didn't feel alone that night; I felt connected to him even more than I ever have. And I hope he felt the same.
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