when branches dance

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I woke to that feeling

that familiar feeling

of my whole body aroused, so much so I can almost hear the blood rushing around inside me, down my arms, up my legs, over my tummy, through my hips....... I felt my hands responding sliding down my stomach from my breasts as I lay here beneath the warm duvet......

which I slowly remove, pull down and down til my feet kick is off the end of the bed, leaving me laying there in my long half button top, with my hands bringing me to life.

And through the curtains I see shapes of shadows of leaves of tress dancing as though caressing the windows, teasing me to open them, and I respond, moving my hand deliberately over my shirt up my sides, down my hips, up over my belly threatening to pull up the material higher, but don't.......

the shadows continue their random choreography on my curtains until I drawn to get out of bed, feel the hem of my top fall and hang between my hips and knees and stopping at the curtains I place one hand on each one, gripping gently and easing them apart hearing a faint sound of wood on wood as the curtain hoops slide with my encouragement..... opening wider to let the outside world see into my room....

I blink and with them fully open and the shadows now dispelled, though the branches still danced in the breeze, I turned back to the bed whose foot was close to the window and lay back down on the sheets looking out at the house flats across the street.......and I stretch my arms up over my head grabbing the head of the bed and tensioning my whole body pulling my legs together.

Curtains fully open letting light stream in with its riffling over my body I once more run my hands over my shirt feeling underneath my warmth, over each breast I let them find their own way, squeezing them together and again pulling my whole body taut making my back arch ... just a little....

beneath the fabric my aureoles grew tender and firm so I let my hands press down on my tummy and guide me down my hips where I found the hem of my shirt and with restrained ease started to raise it over my thighs and over my blue knickers, higher and higher, itself surrendering to my ministrations until it no longer covered hips, thighs, nor tummy............ my hands were drawn down again to between my legs where they parted them slightly, then over the cotton to pull their waistband away.... and down..... finding my mound and negotiating the fine hairs until I they touched me........ I touched me........

with the curtains open wide exposing me to the outside world it was like being in glass bottle for all to see and none to touch, but me...........

my fingers slipped under the blue and lace and encouraged my legs to part where they slipped over a moistening, the softest most intimate part and moved with practised precision feeling each petal blossoming with a flush of pink.... I touched..... and dizziness overwhelmed me for a moment.

Again.... and again....... the fingers explored as the light flooded the room through the wide open curtains over and across my now wide open knees.....

My brain cried out for more..... my mouth whispered to me something almost inaudible, whatever it was it made my fingers less carefully grab the knickers and pull them off my hips over my lifted knees and then returned to continue their demands on my awakening thirst.......

Caught between opening my eyes and closing them my hips, thighs, whole body started to mimic the dancing tree branches outside, and I watched them, as they watched me, through my open curtains, my shirt pulled up over one breast which one hand gently caressed while the other lay firmly between my thighs encouraging a flow of arousal to come more and more to my surface.

I heard my voice

I felt my breath…

my lips dry til my tongue touched them as delicately as my fingers touched further down, every sinew and muscle of my body now clearly awake I lifted my hips, my tummy and pushed against the torrent of inevitable release and pulling my legs together my body shuddered in tremor after tremor as the tree branches danced faster and faster, their shadows now stretched across my bed as though holding me down until I every single drop of my wanting was sated.

© Emmaleela 2015
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