The Power of Touch

The power of touch

Textures are everywhere:

I ran my fingers over the raised surface, it's unusually soft and yet rough at the same time. Takes me a little while to place it, of course, it's that new soft touch velcro that’s being used more on outdoor clothing, continuing I feel the smooth, shiny surface of the coat, the material yields easily under my touch capitulating under even a light pressure. Pressing firmer, I can feel the body beneath, warm, strong though still wrapped in a soft puffy down jacket. My hands move up feeling his muscles as they contract beneath my touch. Reaching his shoulder, I can feel his breath on my face, warm moist it takes on a life of its own, tickling my cheek, teasing my mouth. I feel up his neck, the course stubble on his neck prickling my fingertips, as I move from the relative softness of his neck and onto his hard jaw. Feeling along his jaw, I move quickly now towards his rough weather-beaten lips. Lips soft, yet slightly cracked with small hard, rough ridges, I make a mental note to buy him some vaseline for Christmas.

I jump as I feel his touch, his brushing my face briefly as moves his hand to my hair. His digits are raking my hair tugging pulling slightly. I gasp as hi other hand winds around my waist, fingertips pressing into my soft flesh through my thin clothes.

I continue my exploration of his face, tracing his cheeks, around his eyes, thick hairy eyebrows. Damp, clammy skin of his forehead as my fingers slip under his woollen hat, searching for his short hair. I slid off the warm slightly itchy hat, running my fingers through his soft hair.

Succulent, moist lips press onto my neck as he plants a kiss, pulling my onto him now. Our bodies press hard together, crushing bruising soft flesh. The cold air on my back a contrast to the warmth from our union rising between us on contact. I shudder, a mix of cold and excitement. In one quick, smooth move, he flips us both, so I am now on the bottom, the hard floor pressing against my back.

Separating briefly he sits up, removing his outdoor layers a wave of heat escaping from his coat, rushing over me, warm air mingling with the chill from the draughty windows.

Moist, rough lips press against my soft wet lips, firm tongue pressing into my mouth. Tongues are wrestling as they explore each other's mouths, I run my tongue along his teeth feeling the smooth surface, the dents between teeth noticeable only if it concentrate.

His weight pressing down on me now, crushing my breasts, the floor pressing back sandwiching me. My hands run across his back, one down over his rough outdoor trousers. The other up over his stretchy, smooth wicking shirt, I wonder about the colour. Only briefly as my hand slips inside, warm skin meets my fingers, pulling away slightly from my gentle touch. His wet lips on my jaw now, moving down my neck, teasing. As his hand tug at my blouse, buttons yielding quickly. Falling open exposing my breast to the chilly breeze, I press myself closer to his chest, desperate to feel his heat. I don't have to wait long, his warm kiss moving down my chest towards my breasts. Rough hand in the small of my back, fingers slip into my bra fiddling with the clasp, springing it open. Rough skin, grazing my delicate skin as his fingers pass into my bra. Fingers are rubbing exciting my breasts, pinching my nipples, rolling them gently.

He stops pulls away; I lean towards him, my body desperate for his touch his warmth. He sits me up removes my blouse and bra, what else if he doing.

Lowering me gently I feel the now cold lining of his jacket, which he has spread on the hard cold stone floor. I realise how hard and cold the floor had been in just my blouse. My trousers now feel tight, course brushing against my legs, he must have sensed what I was thinking, as his hands are at my waistband now, fumbling with its fastenings. Hands sliding into my trousers, sliding them down over my hips, my shoulders press into the floor as he gently lifts my hips.

As he straddled me, I realised he had removed his trousers also, his firm thighs brushing against my own soft thighs. Friction building causing heat as the flesh rubbed together. Only the thin silky material of my knickers now moist, crushing my swollen engorged lips.  

Our bodies tingle as they touch, electricity seeming to run through us.

We make love there on the floor.