Andrea’s lover may be sleeping, but at least one part of him is very awake.
Andrea lay on her naked belly, breasts to mattress, with her tender bare bottom soothed now by the cool nylon sheet semi-wrapped around her. She had picked up a few slight friction burns from the carpeting when she and Karl had made love on the stairs, unable to contain themselves long enough to even reach the bedroom. Foreplay had been reduced to a bare minimum. They’d just gone from making eye contact to the first of several orgasms within minutes. Starting out in the lounge, they had ploughed right into one another with savage, delirium-inducing levels of lust, knocking dishes and lamps over and shifting the furniture as they went. Their clothes had been torn away and in some cases probably ruined. Andrea knew that the downstairs rooms looked as if burglars had ransacked the house now. She had a lot of tidying up ahead of her. She didn’t care, though normally she was very house-proud.
She had spent hours making the place look extra special for Karl’s first visit and potential overnight stay at her house in Manchester, not too far from his own place in Nuthurst. She’d kissed and heavy petted with him on their few previous dates, but this time she had known they were going to go a lot further. He’d been very much the perfect gent before, walking her safely home from the bar, politely but nervously declining her suggestions of coming in for a late-night coffee. For a man in his mid-twenties with a broken engagement behind him, he was hardly the shy virgin, so Andrea had finally lost patience and texted him with, “For Christ’s sake, come round and fuck me”. He’d texted back with, “OK. I can take a hint”, and sure enough they’d gone for it. Andrea had not been disappointed.
By the time they had finally hit the bed, the couple had just crashed out happily unconscious, hugging one another ever so tightly. Andrea was surprised that they had separated their arms in their sleep and now lay side-by-side. She wondered what part of her mind had told her to ever remove herself from his embrace.
Now Andrea was wide awake and she saw Karl lying there contentedly, snoring softly and still deep asleep. She was surprised that she was awake so soon herself. They’d drunk a hell of a lot of wine the previous evening before their feeding frenzy had set them on one another with such passionate savagery, and it still was only half six in the morning. She wouldn’t be able to see much more than the bedroom clock’s numbers right now if they hadn’t forgotten to switch off the landing lights or close their bedroom door.
Karl lay on his back, as naked as his lover, with his head turned towards her, though his eyes were closed. His hands were lying by his sides, palms down, fingers stretched out. The happy memory of their relentless passion had woken her fully. Andrea, knowing she would not sleep again, decided to play. She slid her fingers down Karl’s torso to feel the resting, warm cock that had been firmly inside her so few hours before. It lay there, curled up, contented. Andrea stroked it and patted it. She was tempted to do more, but she didn’t want to wake Karl up just now. He needed to rest. He had come straight to her house from work, and he had another very busy day ahead of him at the Healthcare Commission offices. Besides, there was something truly beautiful about the sleeping, relaxed penis. Far too many men felt guilty, ashamed and impotent when their erections went down. The Viagra cult gave rise to the myth of men wandering around with perfect, everlasting erections, but Andrea liked to see a relaxed penis once in a while too, especially now. This one had done its job, without need for artificial stimulants, and it could easily rise to attention again, should the occasion call for it. For now, though, it was at ease. It had more than earned its R&R. It would be assigned to another mission soon enough. Andrea would see to that.
Andrea seriously contemplated stroking the hairs at its base, and letting them curl around her fingers, but she knew how sensitive that area of a man could be. She avoided the temptation. She kept clear of the balls too, as tempting as they were to her after her taste of them earlier in the night – touching him there would wake Karl up for sure.
Andrea turned over slowly onto her side, facing towards her man, with her breasts gently touching his shoulder, and slid back the blue nylon sheet enough to be able to watch and stare at the lovely calm sleeping phallus more closely. To her surprise and delight, after a few minutes it started to stir and wake quite spontaneously, like a snake rising up slowly to some unseen snake charmer’s flute call. What really impressed Andrea was that Karl slept on so peacefully, oblivious of his outward expression of desire manifesting like this, for her eyes only.
She felt hot and sticky, and her hands trembled. She was eager to reach out and touch it, but she held herself back. She felt like a wildlife explorer getting as close as possible to some wild untamed beast, observing its habits without letting it sense her presence and having to choose whether or not to fight or flee.
She was amazed that Karl could sleep on, regardless. His warm hands were still resting by his sides. Andrea lifted one hand and gently laid it upon her waist. It just lay there. Karl seemed to have no tension in any part of him other than his rising cock. It appeared to be drawing upon all of his energy, essence and life force. Andrea stared.
She was still staring some twenty minutes later as the lovely erection waned and started to slowly fold down on itself in a way as mysteriously unprovoked as when it had first appeared.
Andrea slid a finger gently down to touch the waning beast, and to feel its uncircumcised tip. She expected it to be damp, having emitted tiny droplets of semen in nocturnal emission, but it was still quite dry. It quivered and pulsed ever so slightly, tenderly acknowledging her finger’s kiss as if it had known that she was watching all along. Andrea slowly drew her hand back and continued to watch the private wildlife show as the snake settled back down to sleep.
Andrea wondered whether or not Karl had been dreaming and, if so, whether it was of her or some other lover, real or imagined, and if the dream had helped to create his erection or not. She wondered how many of his other erections had come and gone without Karl knowing anything about them. She remembered the old philosophy question about trees falling in the woods and whether they made a sound if no one was around to hear it. She applied the theory to the now exhausted phallus before her. Karl’s heat cooled down as spontaneously as it had stirred, while Andrea felt her own heat rising. She had looked so closely at him that she had completely forgotten about herself, but now she too was waking up, below the sheet and within herself.
While Karl’s arousal had been merely watched, Andrea knew that she had to deal more directly with her own passion. It was too strong and demanding to be physically ignored. She wondered if she should slip out of bed and go quietly away to the bathroom, but before she knew it, her hands were already reaching down to her clitoris. Her legs rose up. The sheet fell away down the bed, and mostly onto the floor. Andrea moved slowly, and carefully. She so often moaned and even sometimes screamed when she came. She hoped that she could keep the silencer on now. The thrill of seeing the erection beside her had somehow created a new desire for her – to bring herself off alone, right beside her lover, with her body pressed closely against his as her hands pressed into herself, without him becoming aware of what was happening.
Andrea felt wet. Her heart pounded. She was just a little bit afraid, as if she was diffusing a bomb and uncertain as to which wire to cut next. She wondered if she should stop, but there was no stopping now – she was too far-gone. The detonation came much faster and with greater force than she could have anticipated. She willed herself to keep her intense joy within, imploding rather than exploding. Her body rippled and shook and relaxed again. She’d done it. She’d brought herself to orgasm without making a sound and Karl hadn’t noticed.
Oh, he had. “Wow, could you do that every morning?” said Karl in a half-awake smiling mumble as his hands slid up from her waist to her breasts.
Andrea laughed, and kissed him on the shoulder, before teasingly biting him there too. She knew that she’d have to try the experiment again soon. She’d created a quest for herself – to achieve self-orgasm right next to her man without waking the serpent beside her. But right now Karl was awake, and his full erection had returned too. Andrea moved her hands from her thighs to his. This one was not going to go away by itself.
