No longer without.

She popped a button. It probably should have meant I could breathe easier, opening my shirt, but the opposite seemed to happen. She popped a second button. Then another. She was the most patient present opener in the world, this wonderful Regina. She just let my unbuttoned shirt lay on top of my chest, not yet slipping it off, building anticipation in me that I’d never thought was possible. I knew she wanted me… that hunger in her eyes was practically a scream… yet she kept her expression even and just kept going lower, still not taking off my shirt, just parting it slightly. The feeling of someone else’s desire for me was making me sweat. It was so new. I understood how she was feeling… or at least I imagined I could. That sense of desire… like yearning heat moving between us... and that feedback loop was making me breathless before anything even happened.

My running pants had nothing to unbutton. Regina simply tucked her fingers into my stretchy waistband, her touch almost electrifying me, then slid them down my legs. My legs were rather pale, this time of year. I still spent a lot of time outdoors but not in shorts. The woman in chains seemed content to leave my pants bunched up mid-shin, and I didn’t mind, instead enjoying the shiver as her soft hands caressed my bare thighs. I knew my underwear must have been practically transparent now. I could feel her breath with my wetness soaked through.

“How long has it been since you’ve been with someone?” she asked, and her moment of consideration made my cheeks burn. Honestly it had been years, and had been so inconsequential I couldn’t even recall the time or place.

“A w-while,” I said, and my voice was shaking! Hearing myself was making my heart race. This novel level of arousal was heightening every sensation, like I had gained new awareness of my body. I guess I had. It mattered now, in a profoundly exciting way, that Regina’s fingers were sliding up my legs. I wanted her to touch me more. To grab me and squeeze me. And my own fingers itched to do the same to her. Her. Her. Her.

“Longer than a while,” Regina said now, and she pressed one pointer finger into the damp center of my underwear, then slowly ran a line down the crotch. The strained noise that escaped my throat sounded like somebody else. “You’ve saved up so much wetness,” she mused. “It’s absolutely just… dripping…”

I made another obscene, breathy sound and the swirling embarrassment somehow made it feel even better. It had never felt like this! To be touched! She started rubbing my throbbing mound, the thin cotton of my panties offering little defense. Warmth pricked my skin, and I felt air on my chest. I realised now that my unbuttoned shirt had fallen open on its own… well, because I had arched my back when Regina’s pressed her magic pressure between my legs. Now I noticed how sweaty and uncomfortable my bra was, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the overwhelming warmth spreading out from the middle of my thighs. It was her palm over my pussy, gently rolling it, and I could feel how it made me spill more and more arousal, and the tingle right above that wet opening suddenly-

“Oh my god!”

I hadn’t quite found religion, but I found words again. It came as a shock that I came, so quickly and so suddenly. I almost felt robbed, as if I had an expectation that there should have been more build up… but that was a thought that arrived later. Currently my mind was blinded by a jolting pleasure, pushing through me from my crotch and up into my chest. I heard my heartbeat, and my pussy seemed to thump in time, and my limbs became jelly. My whole body was a pulse for five, maybe six, weirdly wonderful seconds, and then I melted into the couch. My head felt heavy but my mind floated. “That was… amazing…” I breathed, genuinely amazed. Brain. Make words. No orgasm had ever been that intense. That fulfilling. Even abrupt as it was. The release was like a pipe that suddenly burst from years of uncaring pressure and lackluster maintenance. The tiny puddle on my couch seemed incongruent to how wet I had felt in the midst of it.

I saw Regina’s face, rising up to greet me like a welcoming dawn. I wanted to lift my head to kiss her, but strength failed me. Luckily she read my mind, probably as easily as she seemed to read my body, and pressed our lips together. “That was amazing,” I had to tell her, directly this time, in case she didn’t know I meant she was amazing. Her teeth grazed the bottom of my lower lip, another smile curling hers.

“And I haven’t even touched you yet,” she said. And I didn’t understand at first, because it was all thanks to her touch that I had experienced such a mind shaking orgasm. I could still remember the sweet pressure of her palm against my warm and wet crotch. Then she hooked her fingers into the waist of my underwear and started to drag them down. Started to peel it away. To truly expose me. My heart rate spiked and my eyes were plates. “Let’s do this properly now,” she said.