Chasing The Sun

Chapter 3 - In the Deep of the Night

As tom walked away in the quietness of the room, Amada felt so much at peace. All was so silent and pure. The wood logs were cracking in the fireplace, letting waves of heat lick the lower part of her tan legs. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and felt like she was drifting away. The heat from the fire seemed to be getting closer, as if the couch itself was being slowly pushed towards the fireplace.

Amada knew this was all in her head, she understood that she was just feeling so relaxed that It seemed like her mind was about to fly out of her body. She suddenly felt a gentle pressure on her right shoulder. Surprised, Amada almost moved away but realized she may just have had been "day-dreaming" for longer than it felt and Tom was back from his shower. So instead, she welcomed the pressure... keeping her eyes closed.

"You found your way back?" Amada whispered with a grin.

No answer. Amada figured Tom was in a playful -or romantic- mood. The pressure grew stronger, firmer. It massaged her gently from her neck to her shoulder but she just could not make out the shape or moves of Tom's hands as they traveled on her skin. It was warm though, and so relaxing that Amada felt herself sink deeper into the comfort of the couch. She could feel Tom's hands... but for some reason could barely move herself, as if too tired to be active, while her senses were fully alert and aware. The pressure started on her other side the same way it did to her right earlier. Amada imagined Tom standing behind her and massaging both shoulders now.

"This feels wonderful" she whispered.

His only answer was both hands moving further south, on her arms at first and then to each sides. The pressure points became more targeted, more precise... dangerously close to the edge of her blouse. For a moment Amada thought about buttoning it back up as to not give the wrong impression to Tom about her but once again, her mind was much more responsive than her body and she just couldn't make herself move. She could almost sense his eyes looking down on her and wondered if he could see cleavage. For the first time, she felt a little bit of shame mixed with naughtiness thinking that he might be peeking right now.

She was raised fairly strictly by her widowed mother in the pure tradition of a Spanish Catholic upbringing. She had often wished to have had a strong father figure in her early years, and as a consequence, she had been pleased to see her mother re-marry when she was still a child, allowing for that fatherly bond with her mom's new beau. So she knew right from wrong when it came to temptation... and she was now being tested.

Tom's hands moved dangerously close to her breasts. Tom and she had been the best of friends for a while now, and she knew the day would come when they might be tempted to cross the line, but she always thought they would discuss it first. Amada always felt Tom would not take the risk of crossing the line without being sure he wouldn't lose her as a friend. So she was a little surprised to feel his hands on her the way they were right now. Amada wanted to look up and see his eyes just to be able to read his intentions... but she felt comfortably numb.

Passing her breasts, his hands now reached her belly and she just kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the moment. As soon as they had reached her lower stomach, Amada felt a tingling sensation inside her. As the wave of heat started spreading throughout her body, she felt Tom's hands move away and softly land on her own hands, smothering them. They started guiding them. Back to where his were a moment ago. On her belly... they stayed there for a moment, moving incredibly slowly, drawing imaginary massaging circles with growing precision. The hands were flirting with the fabric of Amada's shorts... as if tempted to unbutton them, but Tom apparently decided otherwise and he guided them back up towards her breasts. His fingers in total control of her fingers, and her eyes still closed, she sensed herself unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it open. Tom was making her undress and she just couldn't resist! One button off, they moved towards the next one... until all were open and the blouse was pulled from each side. Amada felt exposed, her breathing was becoming heavier as she could feel his eyes on her skin. His hands still over hers, he guided them again, this time over her now exposed skin. He made her caress her stomach again for a moment and then up slowly... brushing against her bra and towards her neck.

Amada was starting to feel completely possessed. Tom's hands were in total control of hers and she damn enjoyed it! She knew it was wrong, she knew she should stop him before it led them both to the point of no-return. But her own muscles were not responding to the commands her brain was sending out. Either the orders were not firm enough, or her body simply decided to ignore them, the sensation too good to be stopped.