12 : silent waves, silent kisses

Again, parang movies ---- slow motion, my head from looking under the car, one foot of hers on my left, the other on my right, they had no pants on. Her legs were spread.......

Remember what I said? That this felt really strange because we seem to know instinctively how to pleasure each other although this was our first encounter ever? This is again one of those moments. I find it so sexy when the woman spreads her legs in front of me. To show it to me. To make me look at her from that angle and that position. It was surrender.

When I am in such a horny mood, and I want it be real kinky and hot, I would usually spread her legs apart or ask her to spread them for me so I can look at her. That would spark so much libido in me that at that point, I would be willing to do anything whatever she asks of me. It wasn’t only surrender, it was also complete trust. She didn’t know that, but she was obviously doing it to please me.

I looked up. Before I could completely tilt my head up, I saw her hand hold the handle bar at the top of the door, and she pulled herself up to move herself forward towards me. As soon as I got my full vision of how she was seated, she was able to pull herself up closer to me. I blinked, she didn’t have undies on. She had very thin hair. She was naked. And it was in front of my face.

franc0: hold on lang. i have to go to the loyola house of studies. i have to do something there. its related to the story.

p: oist franco daanan mo ko wento mo na the rest of the story

s: Damn you franc0, bitin na naman!! kala ko naman when I see your name as the last poster, may installment na naman. Will we be seeing story-end by sunset?

s: oist balik ka dito finish your story

i: franc0, show up sa EB next time. dami na tuloy gusto maka-meet sa yo

i: Im am not from InP..minsan lng ako mapadaan dito but when I read franco's story hay naku abangers na rin ako dito..heheh!...(lol)@franco galing galing mo namn magkwento..you're like an award winner romance novelist..gwapo ka ba?..heheh..habang binabasa ko tuloy yung story mo feeling ko ang pogi mo..galing mo kasi..galing mong magsulat and syempre napaka sweet and romantic mo na rin..does anyone here knows franco personally? ano itsura nya..hahah..

f: anak ng kamote! nabitin ako dun! asan na ka na franco!?!?

s: ^ oy, franc0, wag kang pasaway! tuloy mo yung kwento!!!

p: ang daming napupuyat sa kakaabang...sadista ka franco

It will sound funny to you, but my first instinct and I can’t explain why was to remove my eyes from what was in front of me. It was there, inviting, surrendered to me and though I only had a split second look at it, I knew it was wet. I looked up to look at her eyes instead. I wanted her to look at my eyes so that her own eyes can see the build up of emotions, the lust and desire that were percolating inside of me. Again for some strange reason, I did not feel the urge to talk. It felt like words will not be adequate in this situation. It felt like the most eloquent way to express the build up was for her eyes to look into mine. This was what we wanted - to see the unspoken words, not to hear them.

I realize now that that time with her was a constant battle between the mind and the flesh. And that every time the mind won. I was giving in to lust through the mind. When I looked up, I saw her eyelids open up just in time to see mine. I saw the same kind of desire I had. It felt I was looking at my eyes through a mirror.

Then I thought I saw her eyes smile. Instinctively, my hand moved, from her knee, not flat, but in a cupping shape with only the three middle fingers touching her skin. It moved from her knee, turned right and deeper into between her thighs. Moved up. My fingers were shaking, it was full of desire and a demand to get there but it knew that holding back now will give more pleasure later. Isn’t giving her the most pleasure I knew how to give the very reason for this?

As my hand traveled upwards, she spread her legs wider to accommodate my hand and perhaps to ask me to speed it up. I saw her two hands hold on to the handle bar above, actually she was now gripping it and was slowly lifting up her body to push what she was showing me between her legs that were spread apart. She was shaking as my hand was.

Her inner thighs felt nice to the touch. Just three of my fingers were on her flesh, but it felt real good that it felt all of my flesh was caressing her. I was touching her so gently, almost like soft feathers traveling from down up through her inner thighs. I could be forceful, I could be grabbing her, pushing, rough even but I thought being like that will not do the moment justice.

Being gentle, tentative, round about now in my mind was the best way to make her feel the overwhelming desire I had for her. Women can be familiar with lust, love even but true desire is something they do not get often and yet I knew this was important tonight. I wanted her to understand in the most eloquent way I could say it that she was desired.

p: almost surreal mamaya naman

s: hala, inabot ng madaling araw si p sa kahihintay ng update!!