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By nipple_lover@msn.com

I wanted to feel his hand on my nipples, gently pulling and rolling them between his fingers. I wanted him to pull them until they hurt and then pull them a little bit more until I cried for him to stop. He always knows just how to touch them. Whether with his fingers or his lips or his teeth, he knows where the buttons are in them to make them respond.
It had been awhile since I had felt his touch and I needed to find a way to get him over here for a repeat performance. I guess I could have called and just said "I need you" but that would have been too obvious. I wanted the moment to be right and the feeling to be fantastic.
I decided to send him a bouquet of flowers and sign the card NIPPLES. He'd know. I went to the florist and chose a beautiful arrangement of spring flowers, which was no easy task in the dead of winter. I paid cash so that the order could not be traced and signed the card as I had planned. The florist assured me that they would be delivered before noon so I went home and waited.
At 11:45 a.m. the phone rang. I had put the answering machine on to catch all calls because I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. I had changed the message and used my most sensuous voice to say that I was not in but definitely wanted to talk with whomever was calling. At the beep I heard his voice. "Hey lady. I'd really like to see you. If you have no plans for tonight, give me a call. Otherwise, call me tomorrow."
I felt my nipples stiffen at the initial sound of his voice. His deep, resonating tone had always made me wet. and today was no different. I had to decide what to do. If I called right back, he'd know I had been here when he called. I had to wait. But for how long?? About 3:00 I called.
"Hello." His voice was deep and sexy as he waited to see who was on the other end of the phone.
"Hi, there. Long time no hear," I said trying to be cool. "I got your message so I was returning your call."
"I'm glad you did. What have you been up to?"
"Just running around like I had good sense," I replied though I really wanted to say 'waiting for you to call.'
"I got some flowers today that made me think of you. You wouldn't happen to know anything about them would you?"
"Flowers? Wow, someone must think you're special to send flowers," I responded not directly answering his query.
"Is it possible that you're that someone?"
"You know you'll ALWAYS be special to me."
"Do you have any plans for this evening? I thought maybe we could get together. It has been a long time, you know."
"Now that I think about it, I guess it HAS been awhile," I said hoping my eagerness was not too transparent.
"Much too long," he responded with a tone that said he remembered our last rendezvous. "So what do you say? Dinner at eight?"
"That doesn't give me much time to get ready," I said. "How about nine?"
"Nine is fine. I'm taking tomorrow off so I can stay up a little later than usual," he said. "Besides, I'd meet you no matter WHAT time you said."
"I think I'm blushing," I admitted shamelessly.
We agreed that he'd pick me up at my place at nine. About 8:15, I got in the shower. The water felt wonderful as it flowed down my body. I spent a few extra minutes letting the water run full blast across my nipples. Obviously, I spent more time than I should have because as I stepped out of the shower, the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock. It was only 8:45. He was early.
I grabbed my robe and went to the door. Looking through the peep hole, I could see him. Handsome as ever and dressed like he had just stepped out of GQ magazine. I opened the door and stepped behind it as I let him in. "You're early and I'm not ready," I chastised with a smile.
He stepped inside and turned to look at me.
"You're right, I am a bit early and I apologize. But you're also wrong. You ARE ready...I can tell by the way your nipples are tugging at that robe."
Before I could say anything, he had reached out and grabbed them and began rolling them around between his fingers. My breath caught in my throat. I was too aroused to protest. Just as quickly as he reached for them, he withdrew.
"Give me a few moments and I'll be ready," was all I dared say to him. "Make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you. Take your time. I'm in no rush." He walked to the living room and sat down.
I returned to my room closing the door behind me. I went to the dressing table, sat down and looked at myself in the mirror. I could see the blush that had overcome me. I never could maintain my composure when he was around no matter how hard I tried. I began to put on my make up. When I finished, I got up and went to the bed to retrieve my underwear. With my back to the door, I dropped my robe. He reached around and grabbed my breasts.
"Oh, my GOD. You scared me half to death! I didn't hear you come in."
"You weren't supposed to," he teased as he tweaked my nipples. "It's wonderful to know that your body still responds the way I remember it doing."
I closed my eyes in all of my naked splendor and just enjoyed his touch. I could feel the blush returning to encompass my entire body as he massaged my mammary glands. I could also feel his breath on my neck and the hardness in his pants.
"Either you're very overdressed or I'm terribly underdressed right now," I teased.
"That's nothing but a word," he retorted.
In a flash, he shed all of his clothes and stood behind me. Gently, he pushed me onto the bed while continuing to hold onto my nipples.
"It's been a long time since I felt these wonderful gems. I'm sorry I've been so negligent."
"I forgive you."
"You know what? You're the only woman I know who can cum just from touching her breasts." He continued to manipulate my buds until he got the response he had been seeking. "See what I mean," he asked teasingly.
"I see exactly what you mean." We rested for a few moments allowing me to regain my composure.
"Do you still want to get something to eat our would you rather stay here," he asked.
"Honestly? I'd rather stay here and eat this." I turned him over, reached down and bent to suck his manhood into a state of arousal.
"What a naughty little girl you are," he said mockingly.
"As Mae West use to say, 'When I'm good I'm really good, but when I'm bad I'm even better."
I lowered myself to his most vulnerable spot and took his manhood into my mouth again. Slowly, I pulled my head away and just as slowly returned it. Up and down, up and down, up...down. I continued my onslaught of his person. He began to moan, softly at first and then quite loudly. I knew he was at the brink of orgasm. I removed my mouth from his raging manhood and replaced it with my hot, wet, love box.
"Oh, yes!" He was at the brink of total release. I was getting there, too. Again, my body began to respond to the feelings he produced. A blush engulfed my entire being. I held onto his shoulders and he held onto my nipples. As he squeezed them, my body exploded. We came together.
Lying together afterward, he asked me again about the flowers. I finally admitted to having sent them.
"Why didn't you just call me?"
"I guess I didn't want to seem so needy," I said shyly. "I'm not good at asking for what I want. I thought the flowers would do my talking for me."
"Well, I'm very glad that you sent them. It made me realize how good you feel and how good you make me feel when I'm with you. I promise you I won't stay away so long any more."
The next day, the florist delivered a single yellow rose to me at work. The card was signed, "With love, your main squeeze."
I smiled as I sniffed the fragrance of the rose and reflected on the events of last night. My nipples began to stiffen as I picked up the phone to call and say thank you. With luck, they'd get some more exercise tonight.