(This picture looks religious and this post is definitely not – so if you’re offended, I

(This picture looks religious and this post is definitely not – so if you’re offended, I apologize…)  A Favorite PictureThis is my favorite picture… particularly since Camilla got it after we’d begun, um, ‘seeing’ each other.When it was new I was standing in the living room looking at it, waiting for her to get off the phone or something…“Do you like it, Hannah?” she asked, startling me.“I do,” I told her, “It’s… interesting.”  Seemed kind of peaceful, and ‘wise’ in some way.“Step back,” she suggested – and I thought she meant it would look different.  Instead, she stepped in front of me, ducked down, reached up under my skirt, and stripped my panties to the floor!  I mean, I seldom have panties on in her house, but I wasn’t expecting this at all!“It’s like this,” she said as I stepped out of them.  She pushed my top off my shoulder and then my bra off my breast, took my nipple between her thumb and first finger.  Her other hand dropped between my legs and pressed directly on my lips, which were already heating up for her.  Smiling all the while, she used little movements and pressure until she could sink two fingers into me, curling and seeking while she looked in my eyes.“It makes me think of pleasing you, Hannah,” she said.  “I do hope I please you?”“Oh yes,” I gasped, thrusting myself into the curve of her hand, “You please me very much.”  Beyond the lust I was awash with this tremendous feeling of love, of so much caring that I thought I might cry.  We don’t have a conventional relationship – but here she was essentially announcing how much I meant to her and whether anyone recognized it for what it was or not didn’t matter at all.I would have leaned in and kissed her but she was standing up very straight, to be more like the picture, I guess, so I just stood on shaky legs and let her please me.  It was odd to realize that I thought of us as me pleasing her – that’s what I wanted – and me pleasing myself (in much the same way she was pleasing me now) while thinking of pleasing her.  I never questioned her return of pleasure, maybe I thought she felt obligated (which she wasn’t) – but I hadn’t really thought much about it pleasing her to please me.I had to steady myself, putting my hands on her shoulders.  I had never climaxed standing up before (she did, frequently, as I knelt and served her) – I thought I might collapse, or lose it, but I didn’t, the waves kept building and building until I came right there, the two of us standing in front of her new picture.  Our new picture.***When I see it now – even after maybe a hundred times (well, dozens, at least) – yes, I feel all gooey but more than that I feel a sense of pride, a sense of belonging to her, that for all my silliness I am important to her. -- source link

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