The Podcast

You always gave me good ideas. You always supported all my ideas. And I have been yearning to write again.  Once upon a time I had done audio versions for some of my stories.  You wanted to hear them again as well. Life has thrown so many curveballs. And I left that part of me behind. But you always believed in that part of me. You've always wanted that part of me.

What used to be a fantasy became a reality. The parts of me you wanted were now easily accessible. We were able to reunite and ignite something neither of us had fathomed. Your attention to the details of my body left me addicted. Anytime you were available to me, I opted to enjoy your company. I looked forward to those intimate moments where I could have your lips run across mine. I wanted your hands to hold me. I wanted to feel the warmth of your body up against mine. As you waited for me, I would wait for you.

On this occasion you wanted me to stay with you. You must have desired the continuation of our escapade just as much as I did. However, work is always in the way. I needed to take care of my own just like you did. In such scenarios, you tend to pack light. I wore a simple dress, a gray jersey knit dress that I could easily slip in, and out of.  It had the boat neck opening which easily exposes a shoulder. I use lingerie as entertainment most of the time. But during this adventure, I just wore a nice bra and panty set. There's something sexy about wearing a black combo when you are having these intimate moments with my lover. I was very comfortable. I brought my laptop and my microphone. While you worked, I worked on the audio aspect of a previously written story.

There is something that lovers need to understand which is space and time. Both are limited. And having the experience of being this type of lover, I tend to quiet myself. The only thing between us is the sexual desire that has burned for so many years. The stresses of life do not exist between us.

At the location we were at, there was a desk, a chair and some cheap lighting. It was perfect for what I needed. Hours went by. I was either typing or reading. I was collecting the next series of stories to come out. I closed my eyes, and I let my imagination run wild. I documented everything I saw. I captured every sense I could with words. I was focused in my activity. If I was reading a story to capture the audio, I would try to take the time and feel again those emotions that provoked those sentences. I was so lost in work that I did not hear the door open. I did not hear you step into the room. I kept reading my story into the mic. Soon, you reached my chair. You placed your one of your hands around the front side of my neck, pulling my attention away from the mic. I look up, and you're looking down at me. You place your soft lips on top of mine. I longed for that kiss. I let out a soft moan of appreciation. I longed for you again. Once is never enough.

Your fingers caress my neck, and you lift your lips away from mine. You asked what I was doing. In a childlike manner, I felt my eyes twinkle as I looked at you and stated I was reading one of my stories. You grinned at me. But then your luck changed to disappointment." My dear, I've been meaning to tell you. The audio hasn't been as good as I would expect from you." I was a little confused by what you meant. And you noticed it by the expression on my face. "The audio has been lacking the passion needed for your audio series. Let's make it better. I will help you," you added.

I held on to your words. You asked me which story I was going to read next. I showed you on the laptop screen, and you smiled.  "I really enjoyed reading that one." I set up the software for the audio, and I had placed the mic appropriately. You stood over me, and you put your hands on my shoulder, starting to massage me. It was so relaxing. You told me to begin reading. With every touch received, the reading slowed down. The breathing changed. You slipped your hands through the neck of my dress, and you cupped my breasts over my bra. I was not expecting that. And you heard it in the audio as my voice changed. You lowered your head and kissed the nape of my neck. It's tingled. I really liked it. I wanted more. You signaled me to pause the audio. And I did just so.

You walked over towards the front of me. You extended your hand as a sign for me to grab it. And I placed my hand on top of yours, and you signaled me up to stand. And I did. You put a lace yourself on the chair. And you told me to sit on your lap. And I did just so. I was slowly melting as I anticipated what was to happen next. You told me to start reading again. I felt you breathing on me. You started to trace my curves over my dress. You started massaging my breasts. Then your hands follewed them down my waistline. You ran your hands over my thighs. The jersey knit was so soft on my skin. Soon, your hands reached underneath my dress. Your fingertips grazed the skin of my thighs, and then they worked their way out. I felt them touch my underwear. And you kept moving them up. They reached my bra. And then I failed to talk of my dress as it was being pulled over my head. The room was cool. I started to get goosebumps. I felt your lips kiss my shoulder. The breathing was still slow and heavy.

And I found your fingers unhinging this clasp of my bra, and you slowly pulled the bra off of me. My nipples were hard, and you started to caress them in between your fingertips. I would pause in my reading as I enjoyed the sensations provoked by your touch. And you would whisper in my ear to keep reading. I felt the warmth of my pussy increase. I felt it starting to become receptive for entrance. I felt you fussying behind me taking off your shirt. I felt then your chest up against my back as you massage your breasts. My breasts feel your hands and you squeeze. I let out a soft moan. You let go of one of my breasts. And I felt it tingle laying down my skin slipping underneath the elastic band of my panties. You slept one finger between my lips and you feel it's moisture. And you tell me keep reading I feel a second finger. Through those lips and you start to look for my swollen mound. I continue to breathe slowly and deeply. I found myself taking pauses in the middle of my sentences. I could not control myself. You whispered again, "Keep reading." I feltyour fingers circling around my swollen Mound. It felt So Good.  I felt an orgasm building in my pussy. I also found myself opening up my legs more so that you can really get a good amount of space to rub me. I clenched my fist and I slightly pounded it on my thigh. I yearned for more. I leaned back on you. And I thought your fingers pressed into me. I let out a soft Moon that was captured by the microphone. "Keep reading," you commanded. Then you push deeper inside of me. I barely was able to get the next sentence out coherently.

You're abruptly pull your hand out of my panties. You gave me a hand signal to pause the audio. You reminded me that I have to focus on the audio. Keep reading the story. You gave a slight tap to the side of my thighs. You signal me to get up from your lap. My head turned back and I saw you unbuckling your pants and you wiggled them off as you're still sitting in the chair. Your cock was hard and sprung out of your underwear. You signaled me back and then you directed me to turn the audio back on. My instructions were to keep reading. You guided your hands on my hips and you slowly lower myself on you. I felt one hand on my hip and the other must have been on your cock to redirect it into my entrance. You slowly pushed me down as I read. I let out another moan. The small coincides with what is happening in the story, "I moaned as you went into me." You placed both hands on my hips again. And you pushed me all the way down. It's slowly you lifted my hips up and then you push them back down.

As I read the story my mind was so jumbled. I wanted to turn the audio program off and just bounce on your dick. I wanted animalistic fornication to occur at that precise moment. But you wanted me to focus on the story. You control the way I moved up and down on your shaft. You felt so good to me. I found myself getting wetter and wetter. I let out moans.  I couldn't resist them even if they were not part of the story. It started off really slow. And then you would make me bounce on it a little bit and then it would slow down again. You kept saying keep reading.

" As I was getting closer to an orgasm, I moaned even louder." You pull my hips hard down onto your penis. I let out a really loud moan. You kept doing it and I kept moaning. One of your hands let go and grabbed a fist full of my hair. You pulled my hair back and I got even louder. I wanted to come so hard on you, but at that moment you must have read my body so well that you slow down, almost to a stop. I let out of soft side and you tell me to keep reading.

Your hands guided me to almost standing position. I felt you slip out of me. Your hands ran down my back and you bent me over the desk close to the mic. You still made sure that I coul read the screen on the laptop. you reposition the microphone. With the audio still on, you said, "Keep reading." You slid your manhood back inside of me and you held my hips as you thrusted yourself deeply inside of me. My ass started to clap onto your body. It became the background as I continued to read the story. My hands were clawing at the desk because I wanted to come so hard. I try to push back but you resist me.  You controlled the trusting and plunged yourself deep inside of me. I loved every inch of you. I was getting near the end of the story and you saw how much I was enjoying myself with you. You decided to get a little rough with me. You started really getting aggressive with your thrust. You placed your hands on my shoulder and you pushed yourself deep inside of me. Our bodies were clapping together. My tits were swaying back and forth with the movement. I felt how wet i was as you glided in and out. I forgot about the story and I scream out, "Yes, oh yes! Yes, more!"

I longed for this passion for myself. My body was aching for more. I was reaching bliss. Every ounce of my boleingwas given into that orgasm. As you thrusted faster and faster into me, I felt a great gush of relief between my legs. Since you felt that, it excited you even more as your final thrust led to your orgasm. You let out a moan of relief. You slowed down. I started to catch myself again. It Felt so delicious.

I felt you pull out and you continue to rub my ass cheek. You left a light kiss on my back. And then you say, "That's how you add passion to your story." You step away from me and left me standing by my mic and laptop. I stopped the audio and I smiled. I shook my head with disbelief. I kept thinking to myself how It was so delicious. I couldnt wait to do it again.