What If: Vol 3-4

Sensations

Kissing deeply,

the kiss lengthened…

Lying against and across,

the position of her arm becoming uncomfortable,

Susan, “innocently”

Susan “unknowingly,”

rested her elbow in…

and onto his crotch.

Oh, God!

Feeling her touch,

there,

even if the touch was innocent,

even if the touch was unknowingly,

even if it was only her elbow,

Oh, God!

Within a few seconds,

moving his hand from behind her head,

cradling her chin in the palm of his hand,

naturally,

having no place to put his crooked elbow,

he,

just as “innocently,”

he,

just as “unknowingly”

put it onto

and into her crotch.

Oh, God!

If she did realize where her elbow was

if she did realize where his elbow was,

Susan did nothing to move either hers or his.

She may have been aware

she may not have been aware

that within minutes

he and she

were slowly,

minutely

moving their elbows…

But if Susan was aware

she did nothing to stop the,

Mmmmm!

erotic motion of either his,

or her elbow….

She may or

she may not

have been aware that

her hips had arched upward.

She may or

she may not

have been aware that

her thighs had loosened.

She may or

she may not

have been aware

that he was now

asserting pressing pressure onto

and into her crotch…

She may or

she may not

have been aware

that she was

rubbing her elbow harder,

that she was

asserting more pressure,

asserting more friction onto the long,

hard protrusion alongside the seam of his jeans…

What did register with Susan,

however,

was that she now felt a combination of

sensations that she had never felt before.

Never!

The writhing from over and

the writhing from beneath his jeans

having caused “it”  to poke through

and wiggle its way from beneath the

elastic leg-band of his Jockey shorts

so was now pressed between the

warmth of his thigh

and the material of his jeans

and the sensual pressure of the

now rhythmic motion of Susan’s elbow…

To be continued

©February 8, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman