Holding It In

DISCLAIMER: This story involves depictions of sexual acts by consenting adults. If you don't want to expose yourself to it or are under the age of 18 please leave now.

Holding It In

I had been holding it in for awhile. Trying to ease the tension I made a jerky movement in my chair to distract myself from the gripping I had to do to release some of the desire in my loins. I pretended to listen to the physics instructor. I felt as though I was attracting too much attention so I ceased from listening to the natural callings.

I had been attending class for nearly five weeks when quite by chance the young womyn sitting next to me caught my attention when she made a small social blunder. I wished my instructor a happy Mayday and she thought I was speaking to her. I looked at her only momentarily, not wanting to bring embarrassment to her obvious blunder. I gained my focus on the instructor only for a while.

As the instructor began the lecture the strawberry blonde next to me was squirming around in her chair, cleaning her nails and generally just fussing with herself. At one point I couldn't help to look. I almost offered her a set of nail clippers but then thought it would be more entertaining to watch her instead. I was right. As her legs moved back and forth nonchalantly fanning herself I allowed myself a side-glance, as not to distract her. Her stance was so wide I couldn't help to think, "That's perfect for me. I could just kneel right there in front of her." Her legs swayed back together and I imagined she was squeezing me, letting me know she wanted me to stay. It was then that she noticed I was looking; either that or she felt my motivations and looked at me to confer. I didn't return her glance, fearing my blush would too soon give it away.

The class ended sooner than I wanted. I slowly began to gather my notes on the engineering pad I used. I stopped to notice she had made her way down to the instructor's podium. I listened for what questions were being asked of other students, as well as sizing her up. I noticed she was probably around 5'5". She was wearing baggy pants so I couldn't make out her body but I did notice how she carried herself.

It has always been an interest to me, how a womyn carries herself, is she confident or fearful, or does she strike a healthy balance between the two? Her hair was longer than mine; it fell straight below her bra line, if she in fact used a bra. I had noticed earlier in the term that she wasn't heavily busted, she was smaller but that never mattered to me. Instead I've always been attracted to a womyn's voice. She waved her foot back and forth behind her. I wondered if she could feel my glances. I stopped looking at her because I didn't want to call attention to my glances as other classmates were gathering around me.

I continued gathering my books. I looked down at my notes and as my gold John-Lennon style glasses slid down my nose I reached up to guide them back to their respective position. When I did I caught her looking at me as she made her way up the stairs that led around each side of the lecture hall. My face was partially blocked by my hand but she could see that I was returning her look. The redness started at her neck and rose up to fill her cheeks. Her eyes were brown, a deep brown behind her stylish red glasses. I maintained my gaze, just to let her know I could return her looks. I felt the heat in my cheeks rise and I matter-of-factly looked back down at my notes. Realizing she was sizing me up I felt my looks of curiosity all over my face. I smirked quietly and snapped up my bag of books. I didn't look up to find her. I just settled back into my routine.

Later that day, upon my arrival back home, after my girlfriend of 14 years picked me up I began to recall her looks. I smiled gleefully, feeling that she had some curiosities about me. I imagined what it would be like to make love with her, how soft it would be at first and how hot it would develop. I looked forward to seeing her at Friday's lecture.

My girlfriend and I were purchasing a house and I was refinishing the oak wood floors. She left me there when she had to go to work. I was so relieved to be alone I let out a, "wooooo!" I began allowing the feelings from the young womyn's glances settle into me. It felt so good, it's just what I wanted, a springtime quiet adoration. I hoped it would develop enough so I could do some songwriting. I wanted to touch myself but my hands were dirty so I had to use my imagination.

I imagined standing in front of her, realizing she was intimidated just turned me on further. Then I leapt back to a scene. We were studying at a local park, lying under the warmth of the sun. She was on her stomach, her foot flowing back and forth with the slight breeze. I was sitting up reading my physics book, but moreover, noticing how her thighs met her smallish-ass. Although I preferred larger womyn, it was chemistry that mattered. I watched how her butt moved in unison with her leg, her hips were slightly rolling with each sway. I thought to myself, "even though she isn't experienced in being with womyn, she does know how to pique my interest." When I looked back I saw that she had her head facing the opposite direction and was resting. I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk in the woods nearby. She turned around, looking smart in her sunglasses and replied by standing up and saying, "Yes, let's go."

We walked through the stand of trees, it was majestic, some of them over 200 years old. She stopped at an old cedar and felt the bark through her fingers. She exclaimed at its beauty. I approached her from behind, watching the rise and fall of her breath. My eyes filled with her natural beauty. She reached up over her head with her hand, to again stroke the magnificent tree. I stood directly behind her, my 36C cup breasts nearly touching her back. She backed herself up into me. I allowed my right hand to land on her right hip and steadied her against me. I met her left hand with mine and firmly placed it over hers. She inhaled deeply. I floated down her left arm with my fingertips, feeling her breath under me. I swiped her hair to reveal her neck with my hand and leaned over to smell her natural scents mixing in with the pervasive smell of cedar leaves, inhaling deeply I released a sweet kiss behind her ear. She moaned slightly and moved into my full lips. I slid my lips over her neckline, feeling her heartbeat quickening under them. Landing on her shoulder I let my tongue out to raise her interest further and made a path to her ear, lightly. I moved my right hand to the small of her back and glided it in circles. She moved her hips slightly more into mine. I reached around to feel her stomach tightening under my touch, kissing her neck stronger, letting out small bites. I unbuttoned her pants one button at a time as I grinded into her ass. She pushed off of the old cedar making small utterances of pleasure. I pulled her further into me, with my hands around her waist; she laid her head on my chest and rocked in my arms. I kissed her cheek and held her close. Slowly I turned her around, gently moving her back against the bark. Leaning my hips into hers, I leaned back and looked at her. Her eyes told the story; she was blinking slowly, looking at my lips, wanting me without saying it with words. I smiled softly and placed my fingers at her neckline, slowly tracing down to her navel. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her lips. We kissed softly. She parted her lips slightly and I traced the outline of her lips with my tongue. She wanted me to kiss her and I wanted her on the edge of passion, waiting for me to set her off. She rocked her hips against the tree, knowing she was building in tension I gently tugged on her lips when she held my face in her hands, meeting my tongue with hers. I held her at her hips while our tongues intertwined. Wrapping my hands around her butt I pulled her into me while gliding down her mouth. She released more and I started to grind against her. She was hot on my leg. Grinding her against the tree, I moved my lips and tongue down her chest. I backed off to kneel down before her, kissing her stomach and tracing the outline of her panties, yellow cotton Jerseys. I slowly pulled her pants down as she stroked my hair and drifted her fingers over my lips. As she jutted her hips to help me I smelled her and instantly felt her wetness against my face. I made an outline of her panties with my tongue while running my hands up her legs and thighs to part her legs. With my tongue I tugged on her panties and slid my fingers inside. She was so wet it turned me on, my mouth watered thinking of having my mouth, my face in her glory. She lifted herself onto my face and grinded down on me. I pulled her panties aside and buried my nose inside her lips. My tongue emerged. I widened it to make a full swipe across her inner labia. I felt her shudder and smiled and then donned onto her clitoris. She held herself up by my shoulders. I submerged her clit into my mouth, feeling it enlarge inside of me. She was whimpering, the poor thing, I definitely would have to see this through.

"Oh pleaaase, pleeeease," she let out.

I looked up at her, watching her as I led her panties down her thin frame. "Nikki, you look so beautiful," I said, wanting her to look at me on my knees.

I reached up and cupped her with my hand, allowing her to guide my fingers inside of her. She took two fingers right away, bearing down on me and landing directly on my knuckles. I knew then she was ready. I started teasing her clit, letting a twist of my fingers call her out.

Then she called out, "Ohhh, mmmm...you feel so good." She landed again onto my knuckles. I pushed further inside of her and gave another twist. I gathered her whole clit in my mouth and started gliding up and down off of it. She was so excited she didn't know what to concentrate on first. Then we established a rhythm, as she pursed her hips towards me her clit was fully inside my mouth being sucked off of her. When she released I went deep inside of her. On each transition I pumped her deeper or twisted her under my grip.

As she clenched my fingers I solely concentrated on her clit, rounding it in my mouth, pulling and pushing it where I was told. Then I reached in for her G-spot and started to push into it. She exclaimed, "I have nnnever, nnnnnever." She was blithering out non-sentences but communicating to me what she wanted.

I cajoled her between my lappings of her beautiful, warm juices, "Come on Nikki, give it to me." I felt her stop breathing momentarily and I took the opportunity to completely call her out. She quivered and shot all over my arm. I bent down, slid my tongue inside of her and licked up her squirt. "Mmmmmmm...," you are wonderful. In the throes of her orgasm she held herself up by my head and grinded down onto my face. She whimpered and shuddered as I came off of her clit and kissed her all the way up to her lips. We kissed deeply and longingly, knowing we would come back to this old cedar again.

I took a deep breath in and decided to get back to work on the wood floors. I knew this Friday I would be taking some longer looks at her.