By... Tongue For Bella

"After my train leaves here, I switch trains in Chicago where I will travel onto California. Do you have my mom's number for the kids and also my cell phone if you need anything? Don't forget to call the kids to say goodnight and remember to take Amanda's kitty pillow when you go there. Also, Timmy needs to remember his baseball mitt for the practices. My mom has a schedule of where they need to be and when." Dianna is going over last minute details with her husband. Dennis rotely nods at Dianna. "Can't she just see I am trying to unwind from a long day at the office?" he thinks to himself impatiently. She is scurrying around their bedroom grabbing this outfit and that, going over her list, and Dennis confidently knows Dianna has thought of everything. She always does and it is a trait he has come to expect of her. It keeps their lives running smoothly and has given him the chance to really focus on his career. He is a rising star at his company and each year they entrust him with greater responsibilities. He has achieved all he ever dreamed, a beautiful wife, two lovely children and a home in the finest neighborhood. Dennis is proud of his life.
Dianna's rushed pace slows and she emerges from the bathroom in sexy lingerie and a smile on her face. "Don't you want to say good-bye to me properly?" Dennis smiles as Dianna walks toward the bed. How much better does it get? His wife has found an appetite for sex that astounds him sometimes. Always in the mood. She climbs onto him and says, "Are you going to miss me?" Grabbing Dianna's waist, Dennis guides her towards him. She's a little dry so he reaches into the nightstand for some lubricant. "Ahhhhh much better," he grunts as he thrusts into her. They rock together for a few moments and he quickens the pace. Dennis freezes as his climax begins and tightens his grip on Dianna. He grows soft as he comes back down and Dianna climbs off of him. Snuggling into him, he suddenly rises. "Got to check my briefcase and brush my teeth." Dianna lies there quietly, wondering why she continues to hunger for something ultimately so unsatisfying. Each time they have sex, she feels unfulfilled. Dennis climbs back into bed and leans over to kiss Dianna. "Thanks, beautiful, you know just how to help me unwind." Shutting off the light, he rolls over and falls asleep.
Dianna is wide-awake, eyes staring at the ceiling. In the darkness, Dianna wonders if she ever would be able to persuade Dennis to love her the way she wants to be loved. She reaches between her legs and feels the wetness of the lubricant and his juices. Massaging herself intimately, her fingers slip and slide around her pussy, giving her a feeling of relaxation. Touching herself is an indulgence she has discovered in recent years. She has become her own best lover, exploring the crooks and valleys of her femininity. A foggy image forms in her mind; a shadow of a man caressing her, licking her, loving every inch of her body. A dream lover. Imagining her hands are his; she strokes herself more urgently. The shadow takes control of her pleasure. In her mind he whispers to her, telling her how sexy she is, how much he wants her, how much making love to her means.
Fueled by this fantasy, Dianna continues to stroke, making her clit erect with desire. She finds her magic spot and makes frantic circles as her insides begin to tighten with the beginnings of an orgasm. Building, circling harder, Dianna breathes in and out quietly but with a sense of urgency. Raising her hips to meet the imaginary lover, she crashes over the wall into a state of bliss as she begins to tremble and shake with the physical pleasure of her orgasm. Her heart is pounding in her chest and she sinks into the sheets, snuggled up to herself. Dennis' words from earlier echo in her brain, "Yes, I do know just how to help myself unwind."
Dianna awakens with the sun ready for to begin her vacation. Snapping her suitcase shut, Dianna rechecks her list. She is nervous about her plans, but she also knows her sanity demands it. She decides this trip is well deserved. Seven years of nonstop mothering have left her wondering what else her life was about. She never regretted leaving her career as a lobbyist to be a mother. Instead of saving the world in large brushstrokes, motherhood allows her the micro-management of two people at a time. Somehow along the path though, Dianna forgot how to be passionate about Dianna, only about being a homemaker. The energy she once funneled into her career has stagnated on the shelf with soccer schedules and PTA meetings.
Dianna is an exceptionally attractive woman. She has dark brown eyes that shine with joy and love. Her elfish smile lights up easily as her dimples deepen, because she really does enjoy her life as a mother. Her thick hair shines like golden sunshine and though she is not particularly small, she has littleness about her, a childlike manner of carrying herself. Though in her mid-thirties, she never has lost her girlish charm or innocence. Dianna's life has been relatively untouched. She is one of those women who will always look like a college co-ed and she approaches life with that same enthusiasm. She has a natural glow to her skin that requires very little makeup. Wholesome is a word invented for women like Dianna.
She always wanted to take a train trip but Dennis never grasped the romanticism of traveling slowly. He lives in a world of split second decisions and nonstop activity. Dianna knew she'd be taking such a trip alone if she ever did. With her standing invitation to visit her college friend Randall in California, she takes the initiative and decides to "head west, young girl." Dianna has never traveled alone and wonders what adventures lie ahead of her. Smiling as the train takes her from Detroit to Chicago, she changes trains to the Southwest Chief that goes to Albuquerque and then on to Los Angeles.
Wandering through the station in Chicago and not really paying attention to where she is going, she studies her ever-present guidebook so that she may make the most of her time in California. Dianna distractedly walks right into a man and drops her bag and book into a messy pile on the floor, papers scattering everywhere. With a flustered apology, she gathers her things. Dianna's eyes meet his. A man's voice says, "It's okay, you must have a lot on your mind." Facing the most incredible eyes and smile she's ever seen on a man, Dianna blushes deeply and becomes even more embarrassed. Somehow she regains her composure and continues to head to her train, the man's face and kind voice resonating in her brain. Cursing her clumsiness, Dianna rummages to find her train ticket and boards the train.
She settles into her car, admiring the compact, tidy room. Dianna ponders how little space a person really needs as images of her palatial home in suburban Detroit flash through her head. Thinking, "This space will do just fine for the next few nights," she tucks her suitcase away and hangs up her jacket. She selects a book to settle in with and pauses for a moment to reflect upon her trip. So many people in her life found it odd that she chose to travel alone for an entire week, while little did they know in some ways she virtually had been traveling alone her entire marriage. While she loves her children, she felt somehow along the way, she had lost herself. Her husband is so focused on his needs; hers simply got shelved. He assumes that since she is so well provided for financially, there is little more she could want.
She heads to the dining car for some scenery and a drink. The whistle blows and the train rolls away from the station. Dianna feels like a settler of long ago heading west to the land of the unknown. A thrill of anticipation dances across her spine and she grins at her reflection in the window. Moving from the station, she watches the city rushing past her window. Daydreaming again, she sips her iced tea and stares out the window.
Lost in her thoughts, the same voice that has been echoing in her brain says, "I see we meet again".
Startled, she glances up and thinks, "Can this be happening?" Nervous laughter dots her words as she replies, "I am so glad I am sitting and not walking around, less hazardous this way."
The handsome stranger from the station asks, "Do you mind if I join you and we enjoy the scenery together?" Dianna motions to the empty seat across from her and he sits down. They engage in a little small talk.
"Nicolas Andrews," he formally introduces himself hand extended, "I am from Washington D.C. where I work as a high school teacher and football coach. Please call me Nick, that is how I ask all beautiful strangers who practically knock me over to address me."
Dianna confidently grips his hand to hide her embarrassment over their initial encounter. Nick senses this and wants to put her at ease. Suddenly, making this woman comfortable with him has become very important. "Dianna Norton," she replies, "I hail from the Motor City where I am a full time mother. Please do not call me Di, unless you don't want to be my friend."
With an easy smile, she tells him she has run away from home for a week to visit an old friend in Los Angeles. Coincidentally, Nick announces, "I am meeting an old Army buddy in LA as well. Looks like we are trip mates."
"I will have to be careful not to bump into you like our initial encounter," Dianna playfully replies.
Nick responds, "Bump into me anytime you want, the pleasure is all mine."
Every exchange is laced with double entendre. Bantering back and forth, they slip into an easy conversation that feels like a favorite bathrobe. He asks Dianna probing questions about her life, her children, her former career, her ambitions and hopes. She wonders how he could possibly find the life of a housewife so out of the ordinary, but his interest seems genuine. Dianna cannot believe she, a married woman, is flirting with a married man, but the magnetism is undeniable. Dianna also vowed to leave guilt behind when she packed her bags for this trip and recapture the essence of who she once was. What harm could innocent flirtation cause? She revels in Nick's undivided attention, being reminded what an aphrodisiac simple interest can be.
Glancing at Nick with a timid blush, she gets a closer view of the handsome stranger from the train station. His eyes have a fire that lights them from behind. They are speckled with blue and green and brown and gray. Instantly, Dianna sees a rainbow of the world. The eyes of someone who has seen more than she will ever envision and lived more than she will ever imagine. They are the eyes of an adventurer and seeker of truth. He has a chiseled face, the strong bones of a solid man. A man who sets his jaw stubbornly on what he wants and does not know how the meaning of the word quit. The man is a competitor, though not ruthlessly so. A man who will win whatever battles he can but never sets out to hurt his opponent. Dianna's small fingers long to trace the lines on his temple and forehead, as if touching him as a sculptor she could somehow absorb more of his aura. She sees strength without pain. A brush of a mustache frames his genuine smile. His thick straight brown hair is streaked with gray and softly covers his head.
He has a strong neck and broad shoulders that have carried the weight of the world with a quiet determination. Nick is a man who knows what he has to do to survive and does it. A man who cares for the people in his life with his personal strength but never asks for it in return.
She gives his hands a fleeting look. Immediately she knows, Nick's hands have worked in fields, on road crews, on the football field and in the classroom. They've held another's hand with tenderness and love. Dianna knows his hands would caress a body with awe. His fingers appear to have suffered a break or two but never have stopped working. Absorbing all this as Nick sits next to her, Dianna senses somehow she has known this man her entire life.
Nick finds Dianna a refreshing blend of earthy sensibility combined with savvy awareness of the world. She has an intelligence tempered by an honest kindness and empathy. When she talks about the people in her lives, Nick finds himself wishing he were one of them. How they must cherish her. She speaks with such passion and love about everyone her world touches. Nick is completely smitten with all she encompasses. He finds himself imagining her body beneath his in a lover's embrace, hoping mind reading is not one of her many skills. Trying to shake the image of Dianna in his arms, he turns his attention back to her words. Dianna is a clever woman, and he asks if she'd like to play a little game to get to know each other better.
"Nick, I really don't like games," she cautiously states, her answer laden with multiple levels of meaning.
"Oh no Dianna, this is just something I learned from a psychology class I took. It is just a way to get a better feel for each other. Just tell me the first word that comes to your mind in response to what I say. Are you up for it?" Wordlessly, Dianna nods at Nick, nervous what questions may come.
Without missing a beat, Nick says, "Money?" Dianna replies, "Enough." "Family?" "Love." "Children?" "Life." "Home?" "Security." "Friends?" "Vital."
The hours rush by and their smiles and eyes are glued to each other. The spark is exceptionally strong and they both sense their minds having wicked thoughts. The sun is setting as they pass through the fields of the Midwest. Dianna decides to up the sexual tension a notch. She removes her sweater and casually drapes it on the back of her seat. Nick notices for the first time how beautifully formed her body is. She wears a snug fitting v-neck t-shirt that hugs her body. Her squared shoulders and rounded breasts taper to a thin waist. She leans forward slightly, each move calculated to elicit a reaction. They continue the conversation, but the focus no longer is on the spoken words. The undercurrent of electricity is cackling in the air as Nick reaches across the table and touches her little hand while they continue to talk. Dianna normally is not a touchy sort of person, especially in public, but she does not pull away from Nick. On the contrary, she wants him to touch her more. For reasons she cannot quite comprehend, she is completely comfortable with Nick. Nick feels he must move slowly. Dianna's innocence is probably her most attractive trait and he wants to do nothing to tarnish it while he wrestles with the image of him grabbing her passionately and making wild love to her right there. His desire to absolutely consume her is driving him crazy as he tries to maintain a veil of propriety.
Dianna also has unspoken conflicts as her hand burns beneath Nick's. She wants to send him the green light of reception if he wants to move on it. Dianna kicks off her shoes and her feet stretch over to the other side of the table. Putting her toes under the hem of his pants, she rubs his ankle. Every little place their bodies are touching is alive with electricity. Nick reacts with a surprised smile at her boldness and suddenly, there are no words left to say. Her heart is racing outrageously and she draws in a deep breath as they make knowing eye contact.
Dianna can manage very few words as she says, "Nick, I have never done anything like this in my life". Her mind is a blur thinking that this moment has got to be seized; never in her life has Dianna felt such a raw primal draw to someone. This is a time to follow instincts not mores.
Nick says, "Neither have I, Dianna, but you and I both know, this has to happen. I knew the minute our eyes met back in Chicago that I wanted you. When I saw you sitting on the same train I was taking, I felt that fate was reaching out to us. I didn't want to lose our opportunity."
Weakly, with shaking legs, Dianna stands and they make their way back to her sleeping berth. Through the narrow corridor, he follows her, watching her body move with the ease of a panther. Nick admires her body that is curvy and soft from having children, but muscled and firm from chasing them, a perfect combination of everything that makes women different from men. The train lurches and he falls into her, smelling her subtle perfume, the soft scent of her hair. Nick wraps his arms around her waist and holds her tight. Turning to face him, she bites her lower lip and casts her eyes down. He hesitates and asks her if she is sure she wants to do this.
Chastising herself for her flash of reticence, Dianna realizes that chances like this will be very rare in her life, "Actually, Nick, you have no idea how long I have waited to do something like this. I just was waiting for the right opportunity. Please let's go where we can be alone."
As she fumbles with the door, they step into the room. Closing the door behind them, she tries to flip on the light, but instead, his lips search for hers for the first time. In the darkness, her lips part and their mouths touch with a passion unmatched. Tentatively feeling the other's mouth with their tongues, the kiss becomes more yearning. Dianna presses her body close to his and feels the firm arousal in his pants. This excites her and she drops her hand behind him and pushes him closer as she wraps one leg around him. The other hand is running wildly through his hair and his hands are stroking her torso as they continue to kiss with uncontrolled abandon.
Finally they part and she turns on the light. Leading him towards the bed, which has been turned down, she says with uncustomary boldness, "I hope you don't mind the close accommodations."
Nick lies on the bed while Dianna stands up and begins to slowly remove her clothing for him. First, she undoes her hair and it comes tumbling down past her shoulders. Tugging at the shirt tucked into her slacks, she pulls it over her head, revealing a sheer pink lace bra that does little to hide her lush pinkish tan nipples, which already are getting erect with desire. Setting her shirt neatly on the chair, Dianna slowly loosens her belt buckle, slides the belt from the pant loops and sets it on top of her shirt. Slowly unbuttoning her slacks, unzipping the zipper and letting them fall to the floor, Dianna reveals matching pink panties, which are sheer enough to expose a thick dark triangle of hair. She steps out of her pants and approaches him in just her bra and panties. Straddling him, she begins to remove his clothing.
As she removes his shirt, a muscled smooth chest is revealed. Nick has rippled hard abs of someone who treats his body with utmost respect, a man who takes care of his body so that the mind and spirit follow. Dianna takes his fingers, one at a time and sucks on them in her mouth. Then licking the palm of his hand she follows with tiny kisses, traveling up the inside of his arm, pausing every so often for a flick of the tongue. Each flick ignites a flame in him. Nick is crazy with lust. His hands reach to the back of Dianna's bra and unhook it, letting the straps drop. The bra falls and her firm full breasts spring free. He cups them in his hands and her head tosses back with pleasure. Nick's supple mouth makes its way to one nipple and his finger traces down her neck to that hollow spot then farther down to the other nipple. Softly caressing her nipples, one with his hand, the other with his mouth, they grow more firm and erect.
As he is devouring her breasts, she pulls at his pants, undoing the button and the zipper, all while writhing with pleasure at Nick's touch. He stops for a moment to stand and finish removing his pants and then they both remove their remaining articles of clothing and are completely naked. Laying back down on the bed Dianna again straddles him, only this time, he can tell how wet she is with desire. As she spreads her legs and sits on him, moist heat radiates from her most intimate place. They are both admiring their magnificent bodies and watching them come together electrically. She playfully raises her body a bit so she grazes the tip of Nick's manhood with her wetness. It is arching, aching to be inside of her, but first, she wants to taste the rest of him.
Her juices have now dripped onto him and she slides down, kissing everywhere on the trip, his neck, chest, and stomach, flicking her tongue into his navel. She reaches his rigid cock. She is excited to be so close to his center. Her tongue darts out and just licks the tip, tasting his pre-cum and her juices mixed together. Tracing her tongue along the backside to the base, she sucks and licks this spot for a moment. As she rolls her tongue down his inner thigh, around his balls, she swings herself around so that she is positioned above his mouth. Nick can smell the raw lust dripping from her as she gently starts to suck his ball. He reaches and grabs her waist, pulling her closer to his mouth and he begins to flick his tongue around her pussy. Sighing with pleasure and melting at his touch, Dianna collapses onto him and begins to consume him.
She takes him deep into her mouth in one swift movement and they are both pleasuring the other orally. Her hips start to rock involuntarily as she presses herself harder onto his mouth. Her mouth is going up and down on Nick rapidly as her untamed mane of hair grazes his thighs and legs. Every hair that touches his skin ignites a blaze and he is tingling all over as Dianna continues to suck his cock. Nick is licking her and tasting her sweet, salty juices as the longing for him makes her insides flow like a small river. "Oh Nick, I want you so bad," she moans faintly.
Pulling herself away, Dianna wants their first climax to be looking into each other's eyes. She lies on her back next to Nick and lustfully says, "C'mon Nick; make me feel like a woman. Take me and make me yours."
The train is rumbling along the tracks and the nighttime sky is flashing by out the window. Dianna memorizes every detail of the scene, as she knows she will be replaying it in her head for the rest of her life. Nick climbs onto her and takes her arms and grabs her shoulders. Dianna looks deep into his eyes and sees something, something that is transcending the hunger that started this.
She grabs him and guides him towards her wet quivering flesh. He slides in easily and Dianna gasps when she feels how good and perfectly he fills her up. Nick doesn't move for a moment and just savors the feeling of them together. She clenches her inner muscles around him and releases them a few times. Then Nick begins to move slowly, nearly withdrawing on the first stroke and she strokes back in return. They move together in rhythm as she meets him stroke for stroke. His fingers are weaving in and out of her hair and she is kissing his body every place her mouth can reach it.
Looking into his eyes, she sees the fire, the spark they have ignited. Her deep brown eyes shine back and they smile deliriously at each other, knowing that they are experiencing ultimate passion. Dianna whispers, "C'mon Nick, harder, deeper, faster, c'mon honey." They grab at each other with insatiable craving, their bodies slamming with remarkable force.
"Oh Nick, honey, I am cumming!" Nick feels her inner thighs start to shake. He begins to throb and in between ragged breaths, Dianna says, "Cum with me. Let yourself go..." Her climax is building and she is panting with ecstasy. Perspiration beads on her lip and her eyes shine with primal lust. She tosses her head back as the climax begins. The pulsing wave of pleasure begins deep inside and radiates outwards. Nick shoots his juice deep inside of Dianna and he throbs harder and harder into her greatest depths. They collapse into each other with spent passions and he grows soft inside her.
Their hearts pound as if to jump out of their chests and they fondle each other tenderly in the way that only happens after the passion has exploded. Her hands trace the perimeter of his face and her fingers run through his hair. As their breathing becomes less labored, they slip into a comfortable position cradled in safe arms. They fall asleep wrapped in each other staring out the window into the night desert sky.