Sex Story#3: Orgasm without Undressing

Orgasm without Undressing

Sasha’s sensuous story on having orgasm without undressing….with Michael

I invited Michael home for dinner to celebrate my new professional project. I wanted to tell him the ins and outs, and release all that endorphin motivated excitement with someone who knew he was going to enjoy it.

I found it hard to stop talking during dinner, but Michael’s face didn’t show boredom, quite the contrary. He was immersed in my words, in seeing me euphoric and, as he would later discover, how exciting it was for him at that moment.

We picked up the table and sat down on the couch with a few beers. I managed to shut up a bit and ask him to tell me how his life was going, because I didn’t want to monopolize the conversation, out of politeness rather than lack of desire (too many endorphins). He brought me up to date with the news, but she came back to my project again, and I can’t say that I disliked it, I was really excited.

As she continued, almost repeating what I had already told her before, her eyes stuck to my lips, following every movement and in a very subtle way, approaching slowly.

He then took advantage of one of my forced pauses, because of the breathing, and conquered my corners. His hands grasped my face with extreme delicacy and his lips caressed mine. We had known each other for many years and we had never had a similar moment.

Provocative Project

“You can’t imagine how provocative you are when you get excited about a new project. It’s not the first time I think about it, but it’s the first time we can both assume the consequences of my confession”, and I was speechless.

He made a pretense of approaching me, looking for whether my silence was one of reflection, of refusal or of concern. My smile told him what he needed to know, and he let herself fall on his lips, giving it all in a delicious, wet and passionate kiss, as if the impulse had been held back for some time and was now being redeemed.

We were both recently single again, and whatever came into my life at that moment, I would have to take it easy. I told Michael the same thing as soon as I noticed that things were getting strong and the excitement was rising rapidly. We agreed not to even get naked until we were both ready for whatever this curious union might bring.

But there are things you don’t have to strip for, and even overdressing can become a different pleasure, like a return to adolescence when you don’t yet feel ready to take a step further, but animal excitement possesses you and you want to feel it all, even with clothes in between.

I sat astride him, facing him, and we continued to kiss. The kisses were accompanied by slight hip movements from both of us, as if dancing from the backstage what we wanted to show on stage. A rehearsal of our newfound attraction, and a discovery of each other’s reactions. Micheal was more sensitive to slow and long strokes than to quick frictions, my nipples hardened more when I squeezed my buttocks than when he stroked my back…

With the swaying, our bodies became animated, and the rubbing became a necessity. Without considering going further and compensating us with the penetration we now craved, but doing our best to emulate the sensations with the clothes on.

My excitement already permeated my leggings, and Michael began to notice the moisture on his dressed erection, increasing the morbidity of both to unimaginable limits, and discovering soon after a moan between his lips, a prelude to a discreet orgasm that stirred him between my legs.

If, dressed in such an unexpected way and with a naked soul, we have enjoyed it so much, I cannot imagine when we will finally undress our bodies and the union will be complete…

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