Intro to GI-Joe
GI-Joe is an officer for the United States Army. He has a BA in history and is six years younger than me. He is about 6’3 and absolutely adorable. His hair is cut in the standard military crew cut, he dresses very stylish and has warm, heart melting brown eyes. His most redeeming quality; he loves me naked from the moment I walk through the door to right before it is time for me to go.
I have a problem letting go of the need for control, so orgasming with him has been hard to come by. (pun intended) Since we both have dominate personalities we have struggled in the bedroom a little about who is in charge. With my ex I was always the one that had to initiate sex and with GI-Joe he undresses me very sensually, flips me into new positions and takes complete control.
Continued from my solo date night...........
So coming home my insides where all stirred up from all the good reading. I was feeling relaxed and the house was quiet with no children. I slowly undressed as I went up the stairs dropping the cloths where they were. I imagined I was undressing for him and I planned to have more confidence this time.
By the time I hit the third floor my clothing is littering the stairs and my hands were caressing my breasts. The day was hot so the air conditioner is chilling the air. My nipples peak as the cool air hits them and I throw back the covers and slide onto my striped sheets.
I think about the last time I saw him. He was wearing a green polo shirt and it was striped. I think about how maybe, just maybe he put that shirt on before I arrived because he knows how much I like stripes.
As my hands caress my breast I think about how his hips smelled like his soap, his neck smelled of his cologne and I think how great it is that the smells of him lingered on my skin after we part. I think about how perfect his hips are, how they are carved out and dip towards what I wish I could put my hands around this very moment.
I curve my legs and pull myself into more of a fetal position. I rub my palm up and down the fronts and backs of my legs. They are bronzed from the sun but still soft to the touch. A flash of my perfectly manicured toes up by his ears makes a smile cross my face. I like when he is deep inside me and that position makes that easy.
My hand makes its way to my stomach and my own hips. Laying on my side my hip bone can be felt and I enjoy the sharpness of it. Feeling my own hip makes it easier to picture him. Caressing it for a few moments I remember the first time he slipped his fingers inside me. It was far too brief but we are still learning each other’s bodies and what excites the other.
Thinking about having his fingers thrust in and out caused me to thrust my hips forward as if they were meeting his and a moan escapes my lips. My own fingers find their way to that warm moist place. With every thrust I picture; his face, his scent, his fingers.
My skin is now in complete contrast with the elements. The air is cool from the air conditioner and my skin is hot, beading with perspiration. As that final stroke brings on a head thrashing orgasm and my walls are pulsating against my own fingers I think, “Wow, I wish he was here to experience this.”
My body is literally quivering!