Leigh's Story

Leigh's Story

She was humming as she changed the sheets from the smooth percale she likedto the fuzzy flannel he preferred. She imagined what she would do to himtonight, and her humming grew quieter until finally it ceased. First she would undress him, slowly, slowly, kissing him softly as eachbit of flesh became visible. "To keep it from getting cold," she would sayteasingly. They'd done this before -- he would say, "No fear of that!" andthey would laugh together as she began to stroke his skin with her warmhands. Then she would push him slowly back until he fell onto the bed and shewould take his penis into her hand. By now he would be fully erect, and itwould jump as she touched it. They would laugh again at this familiaroccurrence. Next she would begin to lick him with little, teasing cat-laps at hisskin, all over him, from his collarbones to his toes, but avoiding hiscrotch. She would roll him over and lap at his back, covering every inchof his skin, and then she would suck at his toes... The phone rang, shattering the intimate silence. She picked it up."Hello? Oh, hi! I was just thinking about you! When are you gettinghere? Oh. Oh, I see. Yes. Yes. Bye, then." He wasn't coming afterall. Again. She was momentarily disappointed, but then she began to getangry. "Who needs you anyway?" she demanded of the walls in a quiet but intensevoice. "Damn you!" She was already wet and wanting from her imaginings. She went downstairs to put away the wine she had gotten out for him.She seldom drank wine herself; she disliked the taste. She paused, lookingat the bottle. It was almost empty. "Am I sex-starved, or what?" sheasked herself, as she noted the phallic shape of the bottle's neck. Shepicked up the bottle and one of her two crystal wineglasses and took themup to her bedroom and set them on the nightstand. She sat on the edge of the bed and poured a little wine into her glass,admiring the way the clear liquid turned gold in the lamplight. First shesipped at it; then deciding that tonight she liked the flavor, she took aheartier swallow and finished it. She judged the amount of wine remainingin the bottle -- a little over a glassful. She poured half a glass, thendecided against pouring in the remainder. She slipped off her loose silk nightshirt, the only garment she waswearing, and shivered a little as cooler air brushed her skin. She took aswig from the bottle, and then deliberately dribbled a few drops across herbreasts. Her nipples began to pucker from the chill of the liquid. Leaningover, she licked the droplets off herself. Her nipples grew harder. Liking the sensation, she did it again. A little more wine came out ofthe bottle this time, and it trickled down her front. The white wineblended into the pale gold and peach tones of her skin. She set the bottledown again, and spread the wine across her abdomen with her fingertips.Again she licked the wine off her nipples, and then off her fingers,sucking them a bit. It felt good, and she sucked some more. Then sheleaned over and sucked her nipples; first one, and then the other, raisingthe breasts with her hands and pointing the nipples up so she could reachthem. They tasted of the wine and of something else; she wasn't sure what. She reached for the wine and dribbled it over her breasts again, enoughthis time to trickle all the way down to where the hair grew. It tickled alittle as it seeped around the hairs. The wine was almost gone now. Shecapped the bottle. She smoothed the wine across her abdomen again, andtrailed her fingers down into the dark hair between her legs. She noted how pale her skin was where it hadn't been exposed to sunlightin such a long time -- she hadn't sunbathed in years. Her fingers teasedat the hairs, feeling a little like the wine trickling there had, butdifferent. Her skin was growing warmer, and her breath quicker. She found the slit with her fingers, brushing up and down it to open itwithout pulling the hair. She teased for a moment at the edge of hervagina, then moved upward to where her clitoris was standing up wantingattention. She wet her fingers in her wineglass, then went back to her clitoris.She circled around it, not touching, several times before finally drawingone finger across it. Then she slipped two fingers down to her vaginaagain and dipped into it. She was still wet from before, and she wasgetting wetter. She drew some of the moisture up to just below herclitoris, stroking up and back, up and back, never quite touching, butteasing, teasing. She wet her fingers in the wine again, and drew them up the inside ofher thighs to where they joined her body. She stroked there gently forseveral minutes, getting more sensation with each stroke until she couldhardly bear it. Then she slipped her fingers into her vagina. It was hot,and so wet and ready and wanting! She smoothed the walls with her fingers,only wanting more, and then she reached for the wine bottle again. She set it against her crotch and slid it across the hair. By now shewas so ready that the hair was no barrier to those lips; they had openedenough that the bottle was soon sliding across bare wet flesh. Sheshivered a little; the bottle was cold, but it did nothing to cool the firenow raging in her blood. She raised her hands to her breasts again andrubbed over the still-hard nipples, leaving the wine bottle pressing intoher crotch. Then she rose up onto her knees and, carefully positioning the bottle,slid down onto it as she squeezed her breasts with her hands. Her breathcaught in her throat. Oh, how good it felt to have something inside her!She raised her body up and slid down the bottle's neck again and again,faster and faster. Her hands moved faster and faster across her breasts,rubbing and rubbing the nipples, harder and harder until the pleasure wasalmost a pain. Her breath came faster and faster in gasps that tore at herthroat, until finally with a moan that seemed to last forever, she came ina wave of wet heat that warmed the still cold bottle. She collapsed onto her side then, and slowly her raspy breathing slowed.She pulled the wine bottle out of herself then, and unscrewed the cap. Sheput it to her dry lips and swigged at the wine that was left, tasting herown juices as well as wine. She smiled, licking her lips. "Who needs you anyway?" she said again.