Stunning

Does she still want me or did she ever let me go? I received a few new pictures from her the other day. They are so amazingly beautiful and of course I had to tell her so. When I saw them I had this fantasy invade my thoughts, wrote them down and sent in the email to her. This is what I wrote back to her.

Her image caught my eye as she knelt on the bed wearing only a pair of low cut black pants, her hands raised above her head as she played with her hair. I watched for a while as her slow movements showed the details of the curves of her back, fading off into the unknown of the pants that were covering the rest of her. I stood there in the doorway to her room wearing only a simple white pareo, having just finished a quick shower after I had returned from work. I could have stood there for hours watching her but in a very quiet tone I said "don't move" hoping that I didn't scare her with my presence or turn around. She stopped and kept her gaze forward as I quietly slipped the pareo off and knelt in behind her. Her arms were still above her head, her hands still holding her hair softly to one side out of the way. I softly rubbed her back and shoulders, and then up her arms until I reached her hands. I took them into mine, letting her hair fall and guiding her arms down in front of her until my arms completely enfolded hers.

I felt her arms fall to her sides as she relaxed, leaning against me as I kissed her neck softly, the heat from her body driving my own body into a frenzy. My hands gently sliding along the smooth curves of her breasts, down her belly to the edge of her pants and back again. The soft sighs told me she wanted more. I unbuttoned the front of her pants, feeling her sink into my body and she rested her head on my shoulder. Wanting, desiring but unable to say the words, I slid my hands deeper into the unknown.