She is my time – 4

When the lights went off, about all I could see was a bit of shadowed definition. It was the perfect cloak…for the moment anyway, to submerge myself into this new persona. My lover now…as I came to think of him, leaned over, sucking my breast. I felt that all too familiar tingle of delight, the surge of arousal and ecstasy as he mouthed my tit. I could feel the anticipatory pulsation as my clit began to throb in hopeful expectation.

Hearing a moan escape from my lips, a whispered breath as I fully succumbed to the almost overwhelming sensations. Especially when next his fingers reached down in exploration, quickly finding the nerve center of my sex, tweaking it. I moaned again, even louder this time. Likewise reaching out again myself now, finding that rigidly hard tumescent member as I began to stroke it, exploring it, and familiarizing myself with the object that would soon be sliding in and out of my very depths.

“Please…please, fuck me. Fuck me…stick your cock inside, and fuck me.”

**

I was half expecting it to feel a little like the way it had when Mila had slid that fairly realistic looking dildo inside me, when we’d fucked. I was pleasantly surprised when it didn’t. Not really. There was a noticeable difference. There was nothing real, nothing alive about the phallus that had filled me then. Pleasure yes, and even that in a different sense. This was real. This had internal warmth, a heartbeat of its own perhaps, a throbbing that was born of need and desire, now matching my own. It was so unlike the sensation I’d felt when Mila had fucked me.

This had depth, a sense of being…of joining, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt nerve endings come alive inside me, somewhere deep, all encompassing. I met each thrust, each lunge with a complimentary contraction, savoring the exquisite friction. Almost involuntarily, I gripped, held, and fought to hold on, yet finding pleasure and delight in the inability to do so. And then welcoming again, the forceful intrusion, that spearing heat that sliced into me, pummeling me, hammering the depths of my very soul.

It ended all too sweetly.

Nowhere’s near my own climatic release, I felt the sudden eruption, the quick pulsating throbs. I didn’t feel the actual spurting as much as I did feel that. A throb, a sense of release, knowing that as I did, he was emptying his seed deep inside my womb.

“I’m sorry…like I said, it’s been a while.”

I felt oddly frustrated. So close, and yet so far away. “It’s ok, I understand,” I said in response to that. “And besides, this was mostly about getting through the awkwardness wasn’t it?” I said reaching over then, turning on the light. Chris rolled over, pulling up the sheet covering himself, as though he…now she again, felt as shy and embarrassed as I might have. I remained comfortable in my skin, standing up moving off into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. “I could smoke,” I said laughing. “And I know for a fact that neither Maria nor I even smoke.”

Now Chris laughed. “I hear that. I used to. Though my husband never did. And the way I see it, he’d never forgive me if I were to cause him to start to.”

And that was yet again another interesting observation. What fall out, if any, might there be when and if Maria and I once again returned to our own bodies? Would I…recall and remember any of these sensations I’d experienced? Would they remain with me as part of my memory, or would they fade in time with the inability to experience them in quite the same way again? I even wondered if I’d ever stand up to pee again, already used to sitting down now.

I came out of the bathroom, Chris already getting dressed.

“For sure, we’re going to need to do a lot of practicing,” he told me. I slipped into my own robe again, leading him back out of the bedroom into the kitchen area.

“That’s for sure…especially if we’re to hope to even come remotely close to experiencing an earth-shattering, simultaneous orgasm together. Since that’s what you say we need to do. I’ll be perfectly honest with you Chris…I wasn’t even half way close to getting there myself yet.”

“I know,” she said a bit sheepishly. “Which is why we really do need to do this again…and soon, and often,” she added. “But I also need to get a few other things in motion now too. I suggest we plan on doing this again in a couple of hours, provided you don’t have any other plans for the day.”

“No plans really. But I do have one small minor concern. My neighbors. Explaining your presence here could cause me a few problems after all this is over and done with.” Without going into a real lengthy explanation, I did inform her that I had gotten involved the past evening with my two lesbian neighbors. She did laugh at that.

“Well, I can’t say as I could actually blame you for doing that under the circumstances. But yes, I can see how that could possibly cause a few problems after all this is over with. So…tell you what. As a cover story, you tell your neighbors that I am an Uncle. That I came here because of you, and because of Howard. We should only have to worry about my being here for another day or so. After that, we’ll have moved the entire operation to a far more suitable place, once the rest of my team is here.”

That seemed reasonable enough, so I agreed to the story.

“So you’ll be back then in a couple of hours?”

“Roughly yes. And don’t go doing anything, as much as you might want to. It will probably help and benefit us both if you remain aroused, unfulfilled. That may help in getting the two of us closer to climaxing together the next time. So try and refrain from masturbating, or even more importantly, doing anything else with your neighbor friends, as tempted as you might be.”

It made sense, but it also sucked. I was horny and still aroused. “Ok, I’ll wait. But try and come back here as soon as you can then. I really do think we need to practice a lot. Lots and lots…and lots…of practice!”

Chris laughed, nodded her head in agreement, as I walked her towards the door. As luck would have it though, just as Chris stepped out, so did Thomas from across the way. She looked at me, inquisitively. There was no way around it now, though luckily, we’d already discussed a reasonable cover story.

“Thomas? This is Howard’s Uncle Chris,” I said, introducing the two of them. “He heard about Howard of course, and immediately flew out here to see how he was doing. Probably be staying with me for a couple of days.” Thomas smiled then shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you. Chris was it?” She asked again looking past him towards me, her curiosity however saying something else. I’m sure it was because of the way I looked…nothing more than a robe on, and looking as though I had just rolled out of bed, which was actually the truth of course.

“Yes,” Chris said, turning, kissing me on the forehead. And then saying to me, though I know it was for Thomas’s benefit. “I’ll call you from the hospital as soon as I learn anything more.” And then with that, he left, leaving Thomas and I to stand out there alone together.

“So…no other news yet huh?”

“Not really, no.”