His Touch - Sex Stories

His Touch

... look down to know that they were visible to everyone who cared to see.

Would people be looking when this happens? Would he allow me some kind of privacy or make a show of my body's reaction to his touch? Would he let others see the control he has over me? The images in my mind making me causing me to squeeze my thighs together.

Once again I found myself sighing deeply. He was continuing his round of the room. He seemed to be able to read the people that he came in contact with. Knowing when to touch, and where. For some, it was higher up on an arm; or lower on a backside. Others maintained their distance to his touch, offering only a hand or none at all. Would he be just as good with my body's needs? Would he use the right amount of touch? Would he know just how to touch me? To make my body shudder in need. Or to explode with passion?

I was anxious to find out. I stood up. Without meaning to, I mentally called out to him. He must have heard my silent plea because he turned his head to look in my direction at the same moment. His eyes never flinched as they looked over my body, studying it. I straightened my back, preparing myself for what came next. He spoke slightly to the person to his left but never pulled his gaze from mine. Eventually, his face softened into a knowing smile.

I smiled back and crossed the room to find a more private place where I could be alone. Finally finding a room that nobody was in I was able to take a deep breath, shaking with ...

... anticipation, want, need. Finally calm and steady, I turned to leave the room but realized I wasn't going anywhere, he followed me in and locked the door behind him.

He began walking around me, looking me up and down, not saying a word to me. Finally, after what felt like forever he took me by the hand and led me to the bed.

"Take off all of your clothes, lie down, and close your eyes. Do not open them or this will end and we will return to the party," he said in a deep raspy voice.

I did as I was told without hesitation. Knowing I had no idea what he had planned, my body was nervously shaking.

I was lying on the bed, naked, excited, wet, wanting, needing, desiring, and trusting.

The touch began on the side of my face. A gentle stroke down my jawline. Was he using his finger? A feather? His breath?

I could not determine what the sensation was caused from, other than it was a light caress that felt like a heavy weight of desire on her soul. I trembled as my body reacted to his touch, my pussy was wet and flowing.

I waited.

He was in total control and I was the prey, he was walking back and forth in front of his confine.

His touch remained gentle and slow. It was as if he was tasting my flesh through his finger, savoring each stroke as it would glide over my lips, down my nose, tracing my ear, and across my neck.

My back involuntarily arched as he traced the outside of each breast. I wanted to feel the firm grip of his strong hands cupping my exposed mounds. ...