Bubble Wrap People

I’ve always been intrigued by the build and release of tension. The tension of a new idea, that builds until it spills out into the world as a meal, or a piece of music, or a wood carving. It has to take form because it can’t be contained. Or slipping into a hot bath after a day long day, feeling the tension in your muscles melt away, smelling like sweat and sunshine and freshly cut grass. There’s tension in everything.

It’s what makes bubble wrap so tantalizing. Every bubble is a microcosm of increasing tension, until it can’t stand anymore and it pops with a sharp little snap. It’s intriguing, and makes you want to try over and over again.

That tension exists in people too - bubble wrap people. It starts small: eye contact from across the room or a smile or a joke. And it builds. You catch yourself admiring the curve of his jawline or watching the motion of his ass as he walks away. You start to think about what he would look like without clothing in the way. How the light might play on his skin as the muscles shifted underneath.

You can feel the tension build. Physically feel it - heat running through your body or the flutter of electric butterflies in your chest. When you meet his eyes for just a second longer than is socially appropriate, you can feel the heat singing through you. Your clothing, which fit fine just a moment ago, now feels just a touch too constrictive. You start to think about all the things you want to do to him. Do for him.

Maybe he wants you down on your knees, looking up at him through your lashes. And you do it. You're not in control at this point. You need this. It makes you lick your lips, it floods your mouth in anticipation of what’s going to happen next. When he unzips for you, the butterflies send another thousand volts through your chest.

This is what you’ve been waiting for; this is what you’ve been wanting. And finally you have it. You know from how hard he is that he’s been wanting it just as much as you. And when you wrap your velvety mouth around his cock, the tension changes - becomes more concrete - but it doesn’t lessen. Not yet.

You start off slow: a lick or a nibble, a careful exploration with your mouth. Feeling the contours along every inch of him. An easy rhythm, but that doesn’t last long. That slow exploration isn’t enough. It’s only teasing you, exciting you, getting you soaking wet as you feel his cock in your mouth. You need more. You speed up, picking up the pace and taking more of him into your mouth. He responds to you motion and your need. He drives himself into you, flexing his hips in time with you. He throws his head back and lets out a moan. And you love it. This is everything you needed, but it’s still not enough. The pace quickens, and he starts to lose himself. He tangles his hands in your hair, controlling. Pulling just hard enough to add a twinge of pain.You plunge your fingers into your pussy as he uses you. Driving into you, fucking your tender mouth. The thrusting and the moaning is faster and more urgent now. You feel his balls start to tense up where they slap against your chin. The first twitches in his cock as he loses himself in the feelings. And then the wave breaks. You feel him cum down your throat, spurt after spurt. More than your thought possible. The heat of it and the fingers inside you put you over the edge and you’re rocked by your own orgasm. Like lightning in your mind, melding everything together: the heat and urgency and the salty sea taste of him on your tongue. You’re body clenches, sending waves of pleasure up and down your spine. Shattering your thoughts and sending them racing away like reflections on dark ripples.

And then it’s over. You feel the warm glow in your cheeks, the occasional twitch from one of you as you encounter a tiny aftershock. But the tension is released. You’re both relaxed, exhausted, spent. And he leans down and kisses your bruised mouth. A hint of himself still on your lips. And for the moment you’re sated.

But you know there will be more. Another cycle of tension, another bubble in the bubble wrap just begging for attention.