The Hand's Journey

Stopped in traffic, glancing at his unfamiliar hand
Mind wandering, remembering caresses of long ago
Wondering what it would be like to be touched once again
To feel the strange hand reading the map of my body

Watching the hand as it reaches out to me
Feeling the warmth and comfort as it cups my cheek
Fingers brushing my lips, offering them to me
Running my tongue over them, drawing one into my mouth

Feeling the erectness of it, imagining his manhood
Moving, gliding in and out of my mouth, faster and faster
Hardening and throbbing, signaling the imminent eruption
Tasting the warmth of the juice as the movement begins to slow

Withdrawing, the hand continues its journey
Sliding over my chin and down to my neck
Lingering and gently holding it for a moment
Moving closer to the burgeoning hardness of my nipple

Two fingers claiming it, tugging at it
Causing it to protrude far beyond the areola
The palm massaging my entire breast
A soft moan escaping my throat

My other nipple hardening,yearning to be touched
Sensing my need the hand flows across my chest
Engulfing and massaging my breast
Ecstasy igniting my body, enflaming my passion

My eyes focusing on the fingers
Taking in the depth and width of each one
Savoring their gentle touch as they trail
Moving down my body to my secret garden