Ellie didn’t intend to give John an eyeful, but she was sure that those who knew her best might find it hard to believe her. The accidental display of her not wearing underwear beneath her skirt made both of them smile, and as an icebreaker, it was definitely one of the best.
“So, what do you do to entertain yourself when you’re not flashing your bits at strangers?” John asked.
Ellie wasn’t offended by John’s question; she was excited to hear it. She had become disillusioned with a world that seemed determined to drown itself in doom and gloom, and someone who appeared to share her view was an unexpected bonus.
“Well, in between giving random passersby an eyeful, I enjoy making the most of life. Finding laid-back people who don’t think they’re God’s gift and enjoy listening as much as talking is tough, but as you discovered, I’m happy to be as creative as necessary to help me with my search.” Ellie replied.
John made sure Ellie understood that his philosophy of life was similar to hers. However, he admitted he could contribute more through his creativity than through the contents of his briefs.
“My chosen weapon is imagination. My life’s just a collection of events waiting to be turned into a story,” John said teasingly.
Ellie was curious about John’s comments. Usually, she would have kept her thoughts to herself about how her mishap might turn out in his creative hands, but her desire to learn more was overwhelming.
“I think I’ll enjoy discovering what happens next. I’ve got a pen, paper, and enough curiosity to cause feline armageddon. I hope my enthusiasm doesn’t scare you off,” she said excitedly.
Although it wasn’t how either of them had planned to spend the evening, Ellie felt completely relaxed in her apartment as she poured herself a glass of wine while John worked on some bullet points for his story.
Once John felt he had something to work with, Ellie excused herself and returned wearing only a dressing gown.
“Right, I’m all set. Tell me what happened next,” Ellie said, sitting next to John on her sofa.
As she listened to the creative reworking of the evening, Ellie lost herself in the slow buildup. Hearing someone she hadn’t met until that day describe her inner thoughts so accurately could have been creepy, but the words were too seductive and entertaining for that to matter.
John’s account of lips meeting and touch easing Ellie’s gown open sparked a giggle of mischief around the room. The words painted vivid pictures in Ellie’s mind as she listened, and any doubts about what was being shared disappeared.
Ellie felt every kiss and touch intensely, her smiles and laughter showing her pleasure. She could sense the gentle touch softly caressing her. The kisses on her breasts felt so real, and her desire to make them come alive herself was overwhelming.
“I think this is the best way to show you how much fun I’m having,” she giggled.
Ellie had never imagined feeling comfortable enough to express her erotic side in such a moment openly, but there was something that made it not just acceptable but essential. As she gently moved her fingers inside her warmly aroused body, Ellie did so to ensure John understood he was hitting all the right spots.
Look what you’re doing,” Ellie giggled, as she showed him her soaked fingers after dipping them into her wetness to make her point.
As John traced kisses down her body in his story, Ellie felt the need to focus on some important work within it. She had hoped she would be aroused by what had been agreed upon, but this was turning out to be better than she had dared to imagine.
“What I’m hearing is divine, but I need to turn the heat up to do it justice!” Ellie gasped as she felt her body warming and sensations pulsating from within.
Listening to John’s words, Ellie could feel another’s lips and tongue trembling inside her as he spoke. A mix of giggles and deep, erotic sounds filled the air during the pauses John left while reading, and Ellie was sure John knew she wanted his words to take her where she needed to go.
Hearing John’s description of busy lips pursing and sucking on her gorged clit sent Ellie’s work into an erotic frenzy. She could feel every movement as she listened to the sound of her sensual flow swimming inside her, and the joy of not needing to tell him to get to his story’s conclusion was wonderful.
Ellie’s loud climax occurred exactly as John described it. The moment was perfect, with Ellie squirming and shouting while her fingers worked to maximise her joyful release.
John spoke about wave after wave of explosive pleasure as Ellie experienced it. This was perfection for her, and she revelled in it.
Ellie reached the peak of her climax amid loud disbelief. It was as if every disappointment was being washed away by two like-minded people who just wanted the experience to be fun.
Even after easing her touch from within her body, Ellie enjoyed a long, beautiful descent from her peak. It took her some time to speak clearly, but once she did, she chose her words carefully to avoid any misunderstanding.
“This definitely works for me. As long as that’s the deal, I think we’ll have a ball. It also means I won’t have to flash my bits at you every time to get your attention,” Ellie giggled.
John smiled, nodded, and laughed to show he agreed. He felt he’d already spoken more than enough for one day.
