CONNECTED, a short story by Curt Farrier
He shutdown his computer, the memory of the picture she had shared with him still in his mind; her long legs and perfect bottom as she bent over naked facing away from the camera lens was etched in his memory. As he got ready for bed, his mind wandered toward her, so many hundreds of miles away. Naked, his legs spread, he closed his eyes, and she appeared. Standing at the foot of the bed, she smiled, her dark hair falling past her shoulders, a loose fitting green top reaching almost to her black lace panties. In his minds eye, she knelt beside him on the bed, lifting her top over her head to reveal her breasts, nipples erect, with large pink areola, as he blindly reached for the lotion on the bedside table and spread it over his hand.
Making a loose fist, he imagined her head bending to his groin, her lips sliding onto his erection as he first touched himself. He thrust upward pushing into his fist, as, with eyes closed, he watched her head slowly begin to move up and down on his shaft. The sensation was electrifying, as again, and again he thrust upward, his fist tightening on the upstroke, forcing him to push in, then, loosening to release himself as he reconnected with the bed. He forced himself to concentrate as he pictured the motion of her head, felt her hair, brush against his stomach and legs, and watched his glistening hardness disappear repeatedly between her lips.
Nearing climax, and wanting to prolong the pleasure, his strokes slowed. In a blink, he was kneeling behind her. Her face on his pillow, that magnificent bottom, clad only in the thin material of her panties, raised, swaying slightly, begging for his attention. He quickly pulled the material to her knees then placed his hands on her hips. Her hands reached back to cover his. Pushing slightly backwards, she opened herself to him, her bottom swaying slightly, beckoning him, to enter her.
As he reached once again for the lotion, he imagined it running in a stream between the mounds of her bottom, glistening, as it lubricated her tight hole, and ran in a stream to the glistening opening below it. Her anus was slightly clenching and unclenching, begging for penetration. His fist closed tightly, as, in his mind, he gently penetrated her. Pushing, first one finger then two into her tight hole, he heard a moan of pleasure escape her lips. His minds eye saw her, felt her thrust backwards, forcing his fingers deep inside of her, penetrating, impaling her.
His eyes fluttered open, momentarily to watch as he stroked himself. Closing them tightly once again, he spread the lips of her vagina, and thrust his well-lubricated erection into her. He heard her moan loudly as he pushed into her, thrusting deeply, until their bodies made contact, again, and again, his waist moving forward to meet her backward thrusting cheeks. His fingers moved in circles inside of her, exploring her, pushing her closer and closer to ejaculation. Her hips thrust backwards harder, and harder, as his erection was pushed deeply inside her, again, and again.
His climax quickly approaching, he imagined her turn and look at him over her shoulder, her half closed eyes, and open mouth testifying that she was as close as he was to climax. In his mind, he heard her curse loudly, and then beg him not to stop. As he past the point of no return, with his stomach churning, his hips thrusting upward, He felt the fire begin to burn deep inside his testicles. As the first streams of hot, white cum exploded from him, he heard her scream in pleasure, as she joined him in release. He continued to force his climax from himself, convulsing again, and again, his mind burning in a phosphorus white explosion, as he pictured their movements become sporadic and slowed.
As he lay, drained and exhausted on his bed he tightly closed his eyes.
She shutdown her computer, the memory of the picture he had shared with her still in her mind; standing naked in front of the camera lens, his muscular chest and flat stomach above that triangle of hair pointing toward his erect penis was etched in her memory. As she got ready for bed, her mind wandered toward him, so many hundreds of miles away. Naked, her legs spread, she closed her eyes, and he appeared. Kneeling between her legs, he stared in admiration at her nakedness.
As her hands moved to her breasts, she could feel his fingers on her nipples, massaging, pinching, and lightly pulling on them. Her eyes closed, she watched as he bent to lick the inside of her legs, slowly moving forward until his tongue was between her lips. Her finger slid slowly over her mound, found her clitoris, and began to rub slowly, tracing circles around her erectness, as his tongue penetrated her, and licked forward. She raised her knees, as he lifted first one leg, and then the other over his shoulders, her finger moved inside of her, as his tongue found her clit, and began to lick, slowly at first, then faster, and with more pressure. The movement of her finger became quicker and firmer, as she felt his hair, and face, move in and out between her legs, thrusting against her.
Her hips moving side to side on the bed, she began to shudder for the first time, a climax passing through her body, as she continued to massage herself, and rub her nipples. He came to his knees once again, smiling down at her, his hands moving to her knees, pushing her legs farther apart, as he moved between them.
He held his erection in his hand for her inspection, and then used the head, to gently part her waiting lips. He slowly thrust forward; impaling her on his stiffness, as her finger once again moved to her clitoris and began to rub firmly. He pushed into her, deeper, and even deeper, until their pubic hair mingled; she felt the quivering of his shaft, as it paused inside her, saw the pleasure on his face through her closed eyes.
Her hips began to thrust upward, as she brought herself closer and closer to climax. Once again, she thrust first one finger then two deep inside of herself, finding her spot, and massaging it forcibly. She felt him pull himself back, almost coming out of her, before thrusting forward again, and again. Her head moved side to side on her pillow, as she brought herself to climax again.
He thrust into her, moving his hips side to side pushing as deeply as possible, bringing their bodies into sharp contact, then pulling back slightly before slamming his groin into hers again. She felt an explosion begin deep inside of her, even before the muscles contracted around her probing fingers. She heard him mutter a curse, as he pushed as deeply into her as he had ever done, and began to cum. She felt his hot ejaculation fill her, and the blinding light of her own climax at the same time. His hips thrust forward again and once again as he emptied himself into her. She shuddered, and then moaned as the feeling slowly passed.
He bent forward, his hands on either side of her head, a finger moving to brush the hair from her eyes, and bent to kiss her. Their lips met, and a sense of fulfillment ran through her mind as she shivered, and tightly closed her eyes.
They lay apart and yet together, hundreds of miles apart, and held each other until sleep finally came to them. Another night of passion, another night of fulfillment tinged with frustration. They both slept soundly, with visions of the each other held within their dreams, connecting them.
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