Heather and Karl stepped in from the chilly air and into the warmth of her flat. That night, because of her period, they made a pact to refrain from sex and try out an only rubbing foreplay and intense eye contact to arouse the passions.
After a tiring night, the early chemistry of their relationship built, and they both entered the comfortable soft bed to lay in each other’s arms and cuddle. Their sex life was amazing and diverse. They had not only fucked in more ways than the Kama Sutra, they shared fantasies and carried them out on each other. One of her fantasies had always been a hot, rubbing one, and for Karl, he had a love of vanilla essence, which he added to food and coffee to add sweetness that sugar could not offer. “So what’s this hot fantasy of yours, I love to experiment with you?”
“Well, for once, it doesn’t involve sex. You blindfold me, tie my hands up, and pour vanilla essence all over my naked body. You then rub your naked body against mine. Your boxers remain on, I add on a pair of panties, and we rub our crotches together until we orgasm. “
“Mmm, that sounds hot. Tell me more?”
“My moans grow louder as it’s so erotic to feel your body on mine when my sense of sight is taken away. I want your lips on mine, but you tease me so perfectly, as if you read my mind. You are dying to shut me up with a sensual kiss, because my moans turn you on. We rub each other up and down, the vanilla sweetly scented, our bodies growing warm and slippy without any kissing or sexual touch. Our nerve tingling bodies cause warm sexual friction, and, through the heat and arousal, we both climax so strongly.”
“You describing that has gotten me so fucking hard. We have to do it right now.”
“You’re so easy to turn on,” she teased.
“Not true. Only with certain girls do I get an insane horn. With you, it’s untrue. I can’t explain it.”
“Stop trying to give me a big head. You’ve turned me from an impatient cow into one who can’t get enough of intense lovemaking. It’s weird.”
“Stop turning me to putty. You’re turning me harder,” he stated. “If you want that fantasy, your wish is my command.”
In the darkened room of no lights, only the moonlight shimmer against the walls shadowing her spider plant, he pulled back the covers, stepped out of bed, and returned with the belt of her dressing gown. Half-asleep, but excited, Heather grew wetter at the thought of her fantasy coming true.
He tied up her hands, and reached for her blindfold in her goody drawer that housed lubrication, condoms, and vibrator toys. He slipped it over her eyes, gave her a memorable kiss to make her gasp, and walked to the kitchen to grab his 2oz bottle of vanilla essence.
He remained ever so quiet. Their bodies remained naked, only their crotches clothed, his with loose boxers, hers with purple lace panties. She smiled when he poured the sweet, sticky essence onto her soft breasts. They grew hard instantly, and he rubbed the essence in. “Get on top of me and rub yourself against me, Karl?” she asked
“In a minute, I’m teasing,” he replied. Truth of it was he couldn’t wait to rub himself to orgasm with her. His dick throbbed, dying to penetrate her sex, but that night, he had to refrain from her warm delight. If anything, the fantasy would make him want her more.
He finally climbed on top of her, and rubbed his body on top of her sticky, lubricated top half. The slippy sensation turned him on, and he pulled off her blindfold to stare into her eyes and in amazement at her open-mouthed lips that moaned his name. He had to admit that her fantasy had hit the spot. They didn’t need to have sex because they shared so much more, a deeper connection of honesty and sexual tricks. “Heather, your fantasy got me hard, but doing it for real, wow, there are no words to explain how hot this is. Sorry I took off your blindfold, I wanted to stare into your eyes, share with you the pain I feel.”
“Kiss me, Karl,” she gasped, growing hornier by the second of his hardness rubbing against her pulsating clit beneath her panties.
“Are you sure? Once we kiss, I know it is all over for me. I’m almost at the peak right now.”
“Fuck that. If you’re up for it, I want us to do this rubbing foreplay all fucking night.”
He kissed her with ardent passion, causing his ejaculation to pump out into his boxers, his body shaked on top of hers, and his kiss caused a full body orgasm that made her tremble, much more different from clitoral stimulation, although one touch of his hand on her hot spot would make her climax instantly. “Well, was the kiss worth it?”
“I told you how close I was. You turn me on so much.”
“And you give me hot body orgasms. Not everyone gives me those,” she confessed.
“Remember love, we have a full night of rubbing to look forward to, so I hope you’ve got plenty of that vanilla essence left. How about we reverse the roles, me on top?”
Karl winked at her and the foreplay started all over again.
