I have been lusting after someone I know for a few months now. It started with dancing which created the burning need inside to be with him. But it has grown cold and there has been nothing other than an occasional and brief physical contact. Each time that happens, he leaves me breathless, and the fire begins to burn.
So I fantasize and touch myself, imagining it is him.
*His hand on my shoulder, moving slowly down and then over to gently brush my breast. He holds my face in his hand, large fingers dragging across my lower lip. He pushes his thumb into my mouth, forcing me to suck on it as he moves in and out across my lips.*
I take a breast in each hand, softly caressing around the fullness, then begin to squeeze the nipples, pulling hard. I press my thighs together to prevent the heat growing between my legs.
*He leans down to kiss my wet lips, softly covering them with his then nibbling my lower lip making me gasp.*
I arch my back, giving myself better access to my breasts and erect nipples. I work both nipples quickly, pinching first one then the other over and over again.