Chasing The Sun

Chapter 4 - Eyes Wide Shut

"Relax"

The voice was warm and inviting. It seemed so distant though as if part of a dream. Amada wasn't even confident it sounded like Tom's voice. But what did she know? She was now totally over the edge, unable to distance herself from the strong desires that had taken her body over. Her mind couldn't control a thing.

"Do not stop now, Amada"

Again, the words entered her mind instantly, as if they had never been spoken, as if they had originated from her own mind. Amada wondered once more if this was happening at all or if she was dreaming. But the sensation was all too real, the hands were indeed travelling sinfully all over her skin. She could sense them moving south again, towards her shorts. Her thumbs clumsily slid underneath the belt, almost pulling the shorts down as a result. Amada was totally aware, but now could barely feel Tom's hands on hers. Had he removed his? Had he stepped away from her?

Her hands kept moving, only now they appeared to have a mind of their own. The thumbs kept pushing against the shorts, feeling the soft silky fabric of the panties underneath. Amada felt her own hands meet at her shorts' button and pause there. What was she doing? Where was this going? How will the night end? As she was fighting to make sense of it all, to answer these questions, she felt her left index finger push down onto the shorts' button while her thumb was going the opposite direction. The result was instantaneous. The short losened up immediately and her right hand hungrily slid inside the shorts. Her left hand was the little helper, now pulling down on the zipper, unabling the right hand to move freely, explore at will.

Amada was past wondering where Tom was by now. She could feel her own hand inside her shorts, rubbing over her panties. She hoped the darkness of the room would hide her most intimate movements as she knew she was about to lose the battle against temptation. Her eye lids were wide shut, too heavy to open, she could feel her heart pound loudly in every square inch of her body. She felt like her soul was escaping her, an out-of-body experience of some sort, as she could almost watch herself from above. Her blouse was wide open, the white of her bra a sexy contrast in the night. Her left hand was pulling onto her shorts' side, making way to her right hand which seemed to be moving in a slow rythm inside her pants. The left hand pulled on the short harder now, and she could see the piece of clothing slide down her legs, past her knees and come to a stop by her ankles until she kicked them away.

Where was Tom? She couldn't see him from above. Watching herself was so erotic that she quickly kicked the question of Tom's whereabouts to the side and continued to concentrate on herself. Especially since she appeared to be alone. She watched her legs slowly spread apart as her right hand was still gently massaging her mound, killing her with desires. Again the thumb was the first one to dare explore more as it slid inside the white panties. She felt it enter as the same time she saw it from above.

And it wasn't stopping. Again it pulled down on the panties the same way it did when it first hit the shorts. From above, she realized she was almost cheering on the left hand to pull the panties down more. And the more it did, the more it revealed. Her breathing was now heavy, she was becoming someone else, desires had invaded, and she had welcomed them! Her right thumb imitated the left thumb and was now doing its share of the pulling... until the panties encountered the same faith as the shorts. First past her thighs, then rolling towards past her knees... only they stopped on her ankles, creating an incredibly erotic visual.