John and Karen

Part Seven Tension

Karen glances at John's hair and forehead, his lips are on her clitoris. She throws her head back, her hands grab the blanket underneath her, she tries to hold herself, tries hold onto something.
The ecstatic flow has taken over her body. From her  toes to her hair. Her hands and finger which are grabbing the blanket and mattress are the only feelings that are outside this thrill. Like she put her hands in cold water, while her entire body is heated and warmed by the sun.
She grabs at the mattress to make herself aware, she is still in the hotel room.
She glances at her body, at her feet and toes, they are tense and are twisting to the sweet passionate flow. She has to remind herself to breathe.
She fleetingly glances at John's forehead. She doesn't want to look into his eyes, while he is licking her flower. She feels embarrassed, she feels inevitably conceded, she feels that she is under his control. He steers her body, she craves for every sucking, for every tongue stroke.
Every time John inhales, it is the anticipation of the coming wave, she is pulled up by the wave, her entire body seems to be sucked and pulled by his lips and sends Karen moaning. She closes her eyes.
Her breathing and moaning sound alien to her. She is hearing her female voice with every stroke. She is overwhelmed, confused, she is panting to the rhythm. Karen discovers herself, her body, this sweet pleasure.
She feels John's teasing tongue and lips, the waves sweeping from her vagina, over her clitoris, to her belly, mingle with the warm, breeze of the hotel room, sending her hips up and down, rushing to her boobs, to her nipples. She feels them hardening. Her mind tricks her that John would still be sucking her nipples. The wave moves up to her throat, reaches her lips.
Her memory plays the entire scene in reverse. She feels John on her lips. She bites her lips. It feels like John is caressing her two lips at the same.
On one lip she feels herself.

"This is Karen, the girl who is easy-going, shy, but fun-loving!" 💋 💬 ❤

But her second lip is the sex goddess inside her. She never revealed herself to Karen and her female self is enjoying every bit of John's sucking and lickings.

The wave reaches Karen's temples, she feels like touching her temples to ease and vent the tension. The images in her mind overwhelm her. John is kissing her twice at the same time, he is licking her boobs, he has her legs grabbed and he has buried his hands in Karen's hair, he is all over her. Karen's mind is in disarray.
But she can't free herself from the mattress, she can't free one of her hands, not even to wipe away the hair strains that cover half of her face.
Karen is afraid to lose the last bit of control she has over her body.
She is too afraid that this ecstatic thrill could overwhelm her. She doesn't know why, but she wants to be aware, she wants to be there in that hotel room.
After every wave that reaches her temples, and moves to her hair strains, and intermingles with the interior of the room, Karen feels fainting, she tries to relieve her, tries to move her hips to pause or prepare for the next wave, but she is failing. The sweet pleasure works its way up to her conscious again. The only thing she can do is to let it overwhelm her and submerge her under a cloud of desire and passion.

Karen tilts her head, she feels the sweat on her forehead, she feels the tension all over her body. She looks up, she tries to look at her flower. She is grabbed by curiosity, but she can only see John's forehead and his eyes, he seems to be fixed on her female self.
She looks at John, this strange man with whom she sat at dinner before. He was barely talking and now he is giving her this sweet pleasure.
Karen stares at John in amazement, she looks at his muscular body, he is bent over. His muscular arms hold her legs, his back muscles twitch and move with every move he makes and his muscular glutes are in the air.
John looks up while Karen's eyes are roaming his body. Karen's and John's eyes meet, they rest on each other for a while. Karen feels a slight shriek, she feels uncomfortable John seeing this version of her, naked, without words, no social etiquette.

"This is Karen, as well!" ❤💬

This woman is a stranger to her and him. She never introduced her female side to John.
She feels relieved that some of her hair strains cover half of her face. She feels like looking at John from a different angle and with every moan and every tongue stroke of his to which she responses by pressing her hips against his tongue, so that he doesn't miss any pedal of her beautiful flower, her entire face and personality becomes more facetious. Karen can't get enough of it.

"I am this woman! ❤💬

She leans her head back, another wave is on the way, her only response is a loud moan. She tries to stifle her moans. Not that she is afraid that anyone could hear her, but she wants to keep this secret of the discovery of herself. Everything seems so new, so untoward that she doesn't know what to make of it.
Another wave, this time Karen can't stifle a loud long moan. It sends John, Karen, the entire interior of the room shivering. Karen's head falls onto the pillow, she exhales, tries to grab after air. Her body is still shivering, she doesn't even have the strength to grab the mattress and pillow underneath her anymore. It feels like, she is in an ecstatic state and trance and the valve for her relief is only slightly opened and the entire ecstatic rhythm is trapped inside her body. She feels the ecstatic waves slapping her mind and soul from inside her belly and body.

John gets up. He looks at Karen. His rugged face is formed into a condescending, but caring smile. Karen is exhausted, swipes away the hair strains that are covering her eyes. Karen and John are locked at each other. Karen stares at John's erected penis.