Reunited by Seeker As I come out of the gate in the airport I see you up ahead, leaning against a wall. My eyes roam over your body. You are looking off to the side and haven't seen me yet. My gaze moves down over the loose fitting white blouse you are wearing. I can see the outline of the white bra underneath. I look down along the curve of your hip, clad in tight bluejeans. You look wonderful. You turn, see me, and smile. I walk up to you, put my bag down and give you a big hug. You ask me if I've had dinner, and I describe the "adventure in a box" the airline had so graciously provided me. It's going on ten o'clock, so we decide to go directly to a local blues club. When we arrive, we sit down at a table in the corner, order a few beers, and get caught up on each other's lives. The band is good, but not good enough to take my attention off of you. They start into "Mustang Sally" and we push our way out onto the small and very crowded dance floor. Over the course of the next few songs, we dance closer and closer together, until your arms are around my neck and my hand are roaming over your back and down to trace the shape of your ass. I take your hand and lead you back to the table. We sit silently for a while, you leaning back with your head resting on my chest. I'm reminded of the day we met on a train to Brussels. How we'd booked into a pension because all of the hostels were full. How the room had contained only one small bed. We'd spent the evening in small pubs trying all kinds of Belgian beer, and had wound up in the corner of one, much as we are now, listening to a few locals play blues tunes. We'd started walking back to our pension in the rain, stopping regularly to explore each other's bodies in alcoves along the way. I remember being wet and lost, pressed up against the cold stone of a building with your hand stroking my cock through my shorts and my lips caressing the nipple you'd freed from it's confinement. We'd somehow managed to find our pension, and the bed that had seemed too small for two newly acquainted travellers turned out to be just the right size. You see the distant look in my eyes and ask me what I'm thinking about. I tell you, and you bring your lips up into contact with mine. I touch your cheek gently and suggest we leave. We drive to your apartment listening to some tune I don't recognize. You concentrate on the road ahead while I tap out the rhythm of the music on your thigh. When we arrive, you open the door and we step inside. I catch your hand as it reaches for the light switch and take it in mine. You stand before me, softly illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window. I press you against the wall and we kiss, first gently and then with increasing passion. My lips feel the hardness of your teeth and then the soft wetness of your tongue as it begins to probe. Our hands are moving freely now, mine tracing your spine from your neck to the small of your back, yours grasping my ass and pulling me toward you. I break off the kiss slowly, brush my lips across your cheek, and take your earlobe into my mouth. I trace around the edge of your earring, and bite gently. I feel the hotness of your breath on my neck, quick and uneven. My mouth moves down and I kiss the hollow of your neck. Your skin is warm and smooth against my lips and tongue. I grasp your hips and trade places with you so that my back is now to the wall. I slowly turn you so that you are facing away from me and pull you back against me, my hardness pressing against you through our jeans. I lean forward and speak softly into your ear. "Do you want me to touch you?" You nod, but I'm not satisfied with your response. "Tell me." "Touch me," you reply, and I begin caressing your hips and stomach. My hands move slowly up your front until they rest just below the swell of your chest. Again, I wisper in your ear. "Do you want me to touch your breasts?" "Yes." Your reply comes more urgently this time. I pause for a while and then speak. "Yes what?" "Yes, touch my breasts," comes your reply. Slowly my hands move upward to cup your breasts and you press your body backward against mine. My fingers circle your nipples and I feel them becoming erect through the fabric of your blouse and bra. You are breathing more quickly now. Your hands reach back to grasp my hips, but I reach down and remove them. Slowly, I pull your blouse out from where it is tucked into your jeans. Once it's free, I bring my hands back up underneath to feel your breasts through just your bra. Again, your hands move back to hold me, and again I remove them. You look back at me, confused, but relax as I place my hands on your hips and move them down and inward ever so slightly. Your reaction comes immediately. "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Touch me there!" "Where?" I'm determined to be difficult. You grab my hands, trying to place them where you want them to be, but I wont let you. Your frustration excites me, and I repeat my request. "Touch you where?" "Touch my...my pussy." Hearing your request excites me even more, and I am more than happy to oblige. I trace along the outside of your legs down to your knees and then turn inward and begin slowly moving my hands up the inside of your thighs. I feel your body stiffen against me as my hands proceed upward. When I reach the top of your thighs, I pause, and then begin moving my hands down again. "No! Don't tease me!" I ignore your complaint, and keep moving down. Suddenly, I slide one hand up between your legs and pull you back against me. Your back arches and your head pushes back against my shoulder as I caress your pussy through your jeans. Even with the barrier, your clit is getting enough stimulation that you begin to gyrate your pelvis against my hand. And then I stop. "Don't..." you begin, but stop as I again move you around so that you are against the wall and facing me. I kiss you hard as I reach up under your blouse and move my hands over your bare back. I trace along the back of your bra, and then undo the clasp. It is strapless, and drops away. I take my hands out from under your blouse and cup your breasts from the outside. The feeling is wonderful -- I can feel every detail clearly through the thin, silky material. You moan softly as I run a nipple between my fingers. I move my head down and replace my fingers with my lips, biting down gently. Your moans are more pronounced now. I silence them with a deep kiss. I kiss down your neck until I'm stopped by the first button on your blouse. I unbutton it, and continue. After conquering another button, I pull the material to the side to expose a breast. I kiss it, my lips touching flesh for the first time without obstruction. I suck in the nipple, circling it with my tongue, and then let it go. Ignoring your protests, I return to the buttons. Two more undone and your belly button stares me in the eye. I kiss it gently and proceed. When no buttons remain, I stand and observe my handiwork, my hands resting on bare flesh just above your hips. You look beautiful with your blouse hanging slightly open and half of each breast visible. You smile and reach for the first button on my shirt, but I turn your hands away. I ignore your questioning look, and begin to undo your belt. I pull it loose and let it fall to the floor next to your bra. I kneel down before you and kiss your bare stomach. Again I begin to stroke your inner thighs. The crotch of your jeans is slightly moist and my cock stiffens as I smell your scent. I undo the button and slowly lower the zipper. Your scent is much stronger now, and as I get the zipper all the way down, I see that your white panties are very wet. I lower your jeans down over your hips and down your legs. You step out of the unwanted clothing and stand before me dressed only in your open blouse and panties. Again you reach to begin to unbutton my shirt, but I stop you once more, shaking my head. I nestle my head between your legs and kiss your thigh. I look at your pussy through the window of your panties, made translucent by your wetness. Your lips and the surrounding hair are clearly outlined. I kiss you through the fabric, tasting your sweetness. Your grasp my head to pull me to you, but I gently move your hands away. I remove your panties, placing them on the growing pile of clothing on the floor, and stand. I lower your blouse over your shoulders, take it off, and then step a few paces back. You stand completely naked before me. I remain fully clothed. I gaze over your body, taking it all in, and speak. "How does it feel stand naked in front of me? Exposed? Vulnerable?" My question seems to make you suddenly uncomfortable. You nod, and being to move your hands as if to cover yourself. I intercept them, and take you in my arms, your naked body pressing against my clothing. I kiss you softly, and take your hand, leading you into the bedroom. You lie back on the bed and I sit at your feet facing you. I grasp your ankles and pull you toward me, spreading your legs. As your legs move apart, your pussy lips separate and I gaze into your depths. You fondle your breasts as you wait, anticipating what I will do next. "I want to watch you come." You look seem unsure of what I mean, so I take your hand and place it gently on your sex. You gaze at me with a look of uncertainty and embarrassment, but I smile back at you and start slowly stroking your thigh. You begin to move your fingers around the edge of your pussy. You are hesitant at first, but soon the sensations overcome your modesty. Your fingers find your clit and begin moving over it in rhythmic circles. I look up at your face and you look directly back at me as you pleasure yourself. Your gaze is piercing and powerful. As your level of arousal increases, your eyes gradually seem to lose their focus until it seems you are totally unaware of my presence. Your breathing quickens, and as you near your peak, your face begins contorting as if you are wincing in pain. You let out a series of quick whimpers, and then you come. Your body stiffens, and your face seems to freeze, I see your sex contract and your eyelids flutter. Then your whole body relaxes and your breathing slows. Your eyes open, and you look at me. I lean over and kiss you, taking your face in my hands and brushing your sweaty hair back from over your eyes. I stand, remove my clothes, and join you on the bed.