"Decipher: part 1 / ?"
With pens confidently held between their fingers, Kirsten and Sandy sat at the family table with the newspaper sprawled open before them. Looking at the monochromatic paper, they read the clues that were next to the boxes that awaited the ink from their pens.
Sandy clicked his tongue as he lingered his mind on each clue. 'Hmmm next' he thought tapping the pen against his unruly hair. Next to him, Kirsten rested her head against her hand and pouted as she examined the clues.
Unconsciously, Sandy slipped his hand under the table and gently stroked his palm along Kirsten's thigh. His skin rubbed against the rough material of her jeans. As he gently moved his hand, his mind wondered to the smooth creamy skin underneath. He thought about the numerous times he rubbed his hand along that naked skin. His mind completely forgot about the clues.
Kirsten smiled to herself as she felt her husband's hand caress her leg. She loved how he did that. She remembered every time while they studied in college when he would rub his hand absentmindedly along her leg. He claimed it helped him 'study'.
Repaying the favour, Kirsten sat up and walked her fingers across his shoulders. She traced to breadth of him until her fingers reached his right shoulder. Gently, she stroked her fingernail on the skin of his neck, sending tingles through his body. She then caressed her finger up and down his neck and played with his earlobe all the while looking at the newspaper.
Sandy began to tap the nib of his pen increasingly on the paper. Slowly he leaned towards her and gently kissed her.
"Honey, you're driving me to distraction," he smiled.
"Well . . . you're easily distracted," she cooed seductively, "and if it helped you study, I'm sure it'll do wonders for me."
“Oh really?” he breathed gravely.
“Yeh,” she simply mouthed whilst raising a seductive eyebrow. Her lightly rouged lips curled into voluptuous grin.
Sandy looked deeply at the mischief that became increasingly apparent in her crystal eyes, “What do you mean by that?”
The slender legs that were hidden by rough jeans pushed the chair back away from the table. The slight scraping against the floor caught Sandy’s attention. Kirsten raised herself to her feet. His eyes dropped from her eyes to the svelte waist that was in front of him. His eyes mentally pushed up the soft material of her t-shirt. Little by little he could visually see the creamy soft colour of her toned stomach. He visualised how her curves moved underneath the grey shades. He was longing to touch her. To see her belly button. To touch her stomach.
The lingering fingers on his shoulder aroused his attention from Kirsten’s stomach. The familiar fingers waltzed delicately along his shoulder blades. He felt them slink themselves up towards the cuff of his shirt. Kirsten swayed her hips teasingly as she moved behind him. Her tantalising fingers gently stroked the bare sensitive skin of her husband’s neck. She lowered her lips towards him. She left a fleeting sensation on the aroused skin with her tender lips.
Slowly, Kirsten moved her face to Sandy’s ear.
Sandy sat in anticipation. His heart began racing as his blood flowed with untainted passion. ‘What’s she doing? Why’d she stop?’ He felt his pulse quicken.
He felt her warm breath by his ear. He could feel her heartbeat. He could see her heat.
“You’ll just have to . . .” she began whispering.
She lingered on her sentence. Teasing him. Taunting him. Controlling him.
“Decipher the clues.”
And with that, she left.
Her scent lingered in his nose and the sensation of her touch began to dissipate from his jumper. He watched as she moved. How her slender legs brushed past each other as she took another step that took her away from him. How her hair bounced with her every move. He was captivated.
‘The clues?’ he thought to himself.
His gaze dropped down to the newspaper sprawled before him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the scrawl of her handwriting on the edge of the paper. He angled himself so that he could read it.
“Synonym for the bedroom,” he whispered to himself.
He looked up.
“Boudoir”.
The word rumbled from his throat and oozed erotically from his lips.
Without realising his actions, Sandy has slid back the chair and risen to his feet. His feet guided him unconsciously over the marble floor of the kitchen and through the family room. The décor had hardly registered with his senses as he followed her scent.
It was intoxicating.
It was a need.
He had to decipher it.
As he rounded to corner to their bedroom, Sandy noticed a piece of paper that was neatly placed on the top marble step. Between his fingers, he lifted the white piece of paper and looked at the note written on it.
‘Item of clothing traditionally made of leather, suede or canvas.’
Instinctively, his hand rose to scratch his head as he pondered the clue.
“Shoe?”
As he contemplated whether or not he was correct, he noticed a smaller scrawl of handwriting on the paper.
‘Remove them.’
‘So it is my shoes’ he said to himself.
Obeying the clue, he removed the trainers that comfortably housed his feet and set them alongside the wall.
He flipped over the piece of paper.
‘Socks too’ he read.
He followed so.
Placing one foot in front of the other, he padded his way into their marital domain. He absorbed how the light filtered through the glass and how the bed was immaculately presented.
“So you got the clues,” he heard a sultry voice say.
He spun around to see Kirsten standing up against the wall with her arms behind her back.
“Yeh,” he answered, “they weren’t all that hard.”
“Oh really?” she cooed as she thrust her body forward with her fingers pressing into the wall.
She floated towards Sandy where she immediately took his lips with hers. Their lips crashed together fiercely as passion began to surge through their bodies.
“Do you understand that one?” she breathed as she removed her lips the slightest distance.
Her warm breath streamed into his mouth. Her nose was a fraction of a centimetre away. He could feel her breathing. He could feel how shallow her breathing had become.
She wanted it.
“I think I might,” he lied teasing her.
He wrapped his arms feverishly around her. His hands roamed up and down her back. His head fell to the nape of her neck. His nose nuzzled itself in the tussles of copper and blonde hair. The air that forced itself through his nostrils aroused the already flushed skin of her neck. The warmth tingled every nerve ending. His fingers traced lines in every direction along her back. He felt her body. He felt her back.
His hands delved beneath the grey shirt and caressed the silken skin underneath. His fingertips slowly glided over her flesh. Sandy knew every erogenous zone of her back. He tantalised her spine and her lower back.
Sandy traced the length of her bra and felt the silky material. His mind turned to the mounds that it supported and how they were currently pressed against his firm chest. He wanted to suckle them. He wanted to see them. But he knew that that would come in them.
Sandy forced her shirt further up her body with his roaming arms. Kirsten pressed her bare stomach against his clothed body. She moved slowly yet wantingly. She knew what he wanted to do with her shirt and she followed his movements. She raised her elegant arms above her head and slowly he pulled the garment up. As it passed her face, he teased her lips with his painstakingly softly before pulling it free from her body. He discarded the shirt on the floor by her feet.
Innately, his fingers moved to the stomach that he had fantasised in detail about moments earlier. He traced shapes with his fingertips and he could feel her muscles contract at his delicate touch. He felt his wife tremble at his cool fingertips.
He wrapped his arms around her warm body again. His hands lingered on the small of her back before moving further down. He caressed her bare skin and teased the lip of her jeans. He felt the differing sensations of the course denim material and the softness of her skin.
Suddently, his hand dipped below her jeans and slid into the darkness. He felt the soft material of her underwear. He cupped her buttock needingly. He heard her moan gently in his near as he simultaneously caressed her bottom and stroked her neck with his nose. Her arms hung limply by her body.
His other arm remained firmly wrapped around her waist and began to massage the right side of her body as his left hand fondled her clothed buttock. Stroking the pert skin beneath her jeans, his hand moved to the upper lip of her panties. He traced the edged delicately. He felt her press her hips against him. Without permission, he delved his fingers under the smooth material and began to worship her bare flesh. His fingers roamed in tantalizing circles. He could feel her heart quickening against his chest.
He reached further.
He reached down past her bottom and found where she wanted him. The damp material welcomed his hand and told him he was in the right place. His fingertips felt around. He felt her begin to quake. His fingers stroked her in the darkness of her underwear. He gently caressed her. He teased her knowing what it would do to her.
Her eyes closed calmly as passion flowed through her from her core.
Without saying anyway, Kirsten took the right hand that was still wrapped her waist between her fingers. Slowly, She moved it to the top button of her jeans. Her other hand had undone the button with one fluid movement and subsequently lowered the zip. Staring, now into his eyes, she placed his hand at the opening to her panties. His fingers hooked themselves around the upper lip of the material and pulled it open.
He paused teasing her.
She seized his lips irrationally. Her tongue delved into his mouth and powerfully massaged his tongue. They crashed against his each other deliriously.
“Sandy,” she whispered breathlessly.
He knew what she wanted.
His index finger traced a line along her stomach directly above the hem of her panties. He felt her stomach muscles quiver and her breathing quaked at the sensation. Then, without warning, he dipped his hand quickly into the darkness. He quickly found her heated entrance. His used his thumb to draw circles against her curls. Her head dropped to his neck. His fingers felt her wetness. He enticed her folds with painstakingly slow caresses. He moved his fingers against her feminine contours and he lapped at her wetness.
His fingers reached down and spread her folds. She moaned feverishly into his ear.
He felt her clinch the entrance to her vagina at his touch.
His left hand moved back up to her buttock and seized the flesh. At the same time, he dipped a finger into her slick entrance. She moaned deeply as she moved her head further into the nape of his neck. She felt his finger move inside of her. She imagined seeing it rub against her slick walls. How it delved further into her body.
It aroused her highly.
She felt Sandy move his finger in and out. She felt how her jeans bulged as his hand moved backwards before delving deeply into her again. She felt herself pulse down there. He pushed his finger back in. She groaned heavily. She felt how wet she was.
The hand on her buttock moved around to her front where it delved further down her body. It moved past her panties and along her smooth thigh. Sandy rubbed it sensually as he thrust his finger into her. He circled her thigh, back and forth, up and down and he added a second finger into her drenched vagina. His thumb continued to stimulate her clit heavily.
He removed his hand from her jean leg and wrapped her limb firmly around his waist. Kirsten met this and wrapped her other leg around her and interlocking her ankles. She lowered herself onto his fingers. His fingers were still pleasing her and his free arm wrapped itself around her waist. Holding her. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and her breathing intensified.
He could feel her coming.
With her clamped around his waist, he moved towards the bed. As he continued to move his fingers, he gently lowered her along the width of the soft bed beneath without breaking apart from her. He lay himself down alongside her with her left leg straddling his side. He quickened the pace of his fingers. Moving in and out, in and out.
Her right hand buried itself into the flesh of his neck whilst the other flew out beside her and grasped the sheets. She held it firmly between her fingers and loosened her grip as the swells of pleasure coursed through her sex. She then swung her leg from off of Sandy and spread it out to the side, inviting him to delve even further.
He obliged.
He seized her lips passionately and massaged her tongue mercilessly with his as his fingers made love to her. His mouthed moved powerfully with his fingers. She parted from him. A powerful groan came from her open lips as she arched her back. He felt her slick walls clamp down around his fingers. He looked into her eyes as she caught her breath. He masterfully, continued to pleasure her tenderly as she came down from her orgasmic high. Gradually, her walls eased themselves back to neutral.
“Decipher that Mrs. Cohen,” he cooed before gently kissing her and withdrawing his moist fingers.
to be continued . . .