As he pushed the envelope through the communal letterbox, he smiled. He could only refer to the location as the ‘top floor flat’ to identify the intended recipient, but he felt it was all he could do.
Turning to walk the two minutes back to his own apartment, his thoughts were on the events of the previous evening. Her spontaneous show in her window, with a tap on it to get his attention, stopped him in his tracks, although he wasn’t in any hurry to move on once she had flaunted, easing her eager fingers inside her body with a smile.
He was sure he’d seen her around before, and he was right. For some reason, she decided he looked like he needed a mood boost, and she definitely managed to lift his spirits.
Before her playful performance, he had no idea about her true personality, although he realised the opposite was also true. Sharing a story he had written for her was something he felt confident would give a clue similar to the one she had provided, and he was eager to see how it would be received.
Along with his tale about a woman performing random acts of erotic kindness, the envelope held his contact details. He recognised she might feel she had no use for them, but he saw no issue with their inclusion.
When she got home after a long shift, the waiting envelope made her smile, even before she could see what was inside. His response, as he had given it, told her everything she needed to know. He understood.
Despite feeling weary, her eagerness to explore her delivery gave her a new sense of purpose. Reading the first few lines of his story brought a smile to her face, and she decided to lie on her sofa.
“I think I might need to get naked for this,” she said to an empty room with laughter.
His words revealed he understood what made her tick. His description of her pleasure and its reasons was spot-on and excited her.
Reading his account of the thrill of exciting another in a safe, entertaining way filled her mind with images of it. Was it right for two people to please each other without being in the same room? It felt like it.
The way he let her feel, taste, smell, hear, and see everything showed he was there. His fingers brushed every inch of her. His kisses stirred her, too, as she read about them.
Every fresh element of the words she read intensified the rhythms of pleasure in her body, and her only pause was to send a text to the number he’d given.
“You’re nailing this…(smiles). Full feedback once I’m done.” She typed hurriedly.
The happiness he felt at seeing her message was matched by her return to her reading and accompanying touch. The pursed lips he described pulling on her erect nipples? They felt them. The breathless excitement and wet anticipation of more to come? This was her reality as well as his creation.
A desire for the pace of her escapism to match that he had written about fought battles with her need. In truth, the steady build-up delivered beyond what her own desire might have done, something she smiled about, once it became apparent.
The descent of his kisses on her body sent a dreamy wave through her as she read about them. The description of the first breath brushing over her impatient wetness brought a giggle of anticipation, and the words detailing the first flick of his tongue inside her prompted laughter from her smiling mouth.
Feeling each flick and swirl of his tongue through her flowing wetness was divine as she read about it. The chance to linger on this didn’t go to waste, as she slid her touch purposefully, until she read about his lips pursing inside her.
“About time!” she shouted out loud.
His description of intensifying kisses on her gorged clit provoked a faster and deeper response from her own touch. This was escapism as it should be. Safe, honest, and fun.
As she read, she hoped he understood this was what she pictured when offering her own creativity to him. If there was understanding, the boundaries would set themselves, and she felt liberated by the security offered.
The words she saw written matched her heightening arousal, as deeper and longer kisses were described. Her body was now twitching as she read, and soft moans skipped from her mouth as she took herself to the edge.
His description of a deep, long kiss, sucking her into the onset of climax, did just that. To a joyful scream, her body went into erotic spasm, and her mind spun into chaos.
The vivid pictures in her head of the finale he’d written about were sharp. The fires inside her blazed as her fingers slid, and the release was one she was happy to surrender to.
With waves of orgasm crashing within, she ensured she got full value from the joy that had been unlocked. She could feel kisses still pounding inside her, as she writhed and bellowed, and the perspiration on her body glistened as her fingers played on.
Whilst need had been a part of the special nature of her continuing climax, the lack of baggage attached to how it had come about was the primary factor. The opportunities that might present themselves thereafter were an added force, and this was exciting in itself.
Once she had teased every sensation from her body, she reclined to enjoy the descent from her erotic escape. A need to share what had happened finally brought her back to the real world, perhaps the only thing that would have done. The message she sent said everything she felt she needed to.
‘Thank you for sharing. I’ve worn myself out bringing your story to life, but that’s not a complaint. I hope we can make a filthy, fun habit of this!’
They did.
