Under the Willow Tree

It cleared. After weeks of rain the sun had finally come out and everyone was taking advantage of it. Every patio was filled to capacity, every dog was being walked, every boater was sailing … every cyclist was biking.

We went for a hike followed by a bike ride, then stopped for lunch and snagged a spot on a patio. Pure luck was on our side when we managed to get the last two scoops of maple chocolate ice cream. The day was perfect.

We cycled home slowly. Full from our food and a little saddle sore from the day. Deciding to stretch things out a little we took a final walk in the park. The sun was going down and a sudden cloud cover came in. Fast. It was dark and threatening but we felt no fear.

We should have. The electricity in the air made the little hairs on our arms stand at attention. Moments later the sky’s opened and the deluge came down upon us. I was giddy and drunk on love and the sun of the day. Still sweaty from the activities, I twirled and danced under the rain.

We found ourselves alone … you stared at me enjoying my playful childlike behavior. I flashed my panties at you as I twirled around and ran away playfully screaming “catch me if you can!!”

I went under the willow tree.

There I pulled off my undies and spring loaded them between my fingers and with a Woosh and Thwang they hit you in the face square between the eyes. You growled and ran to me. I turned and stopped you in your pursuit by revealing my ass to you.

Stunned you froze in your tracks. Reverently you approached me and got on your knees to bury your nose inside.

Drip drip drip the drops fells around us and on us as the curtain of rain continued.

You stood and pulled out your member. Tried to slide it in but couldn’t get the angle right. Too high, too low. You grumbled in frustration, I snorted most un-lady like and tried to help. Finally you turned me around, picked me up in your arms, and kissing me with the same intensity as the storm you laid me down on the grass. The soil was a soft mattress under me. You took me then in simple missionary style.

The deep scent of the earth in my nose, the rain a cascade of sound around us … I lost myself in you and your desire. The water cooling my body, your heat keeping me pinned. We embraced life in the ecstasy of living freely and in the moment; the joy a long and rich vibration that reached deep inside only to explode and blanket us in warm and flushed flesh.

You collapsed as I came and you held me.

Then…

Sniff sniff snifffff ….. *woof?*

Oh shit ….

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Part II – Cottage Country

Startled at the man’s reaction, one hand on his softening manhood, frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights; David couldn’t go far with his shorts still around his ankles. He hastily fumbled to make himself decent. Sue drew a sharp breath and took a step back hitting her head on a low branch. Yet … neither left, eager for the last moments of magic. They stood mutely in the shadow of the large tree watching the scene draw to a close.

The man stepped away from the table and offered his hand to his lover. She extended hers and, holding her gently, he pulled her upright so that she sat with her legs dangling off the edge of the picnic table.

Her body was resplendent in the moonlight. David noted that even though she was now upright, her breasts remained firm, forgotten by gravity. Her silhouette was stunning. With her laying on the table he had not been able to fully appreciated how her hip to waist ratio was in fact almost too perfect for words. If he hadn’t known better he would have sworn she was airbrushed. He shook his head feeling once again inadequate as he gazed at this couple and the scene very much like one from ancient mythology; the Gods having chosen the woman they wanted and consumed by desire they had found a way to become one with her.

They moved with such grace that even as they held each other for a moment the atmosphere was still highly charged. The Lady in question pulled her summer dress to cover her modesty and the “God” hiked up his shorts breaking the illusion at last with this very human gesture. The definition of his torso somehow exaggerated by the exertions, however, was something that could not be ignored, and David felt a pang of annoyance as he heard Sue draw in a breath of appreciation. Then, he gave himself a mental slap on the back of the head for the hypocrisy of that emotion.

A few moments later, the spell somewhat broken, David relaxed his grip on Sue’s hand and despite the cool of the evening, their hold was slippery with perspiration. Sue turned and standing on tip toe whispered into his ear. “Come on, let’s go. I think he saw us …. and we need to get back to Gemma .” She led him carefully towards the path and they walked silently to their cottage; their minds full of what they had just witnessed.

At the foot of the verandah she went ahead of him and stopped on top of the steps, turning so she was on a level with him for once. She looked him straight in the eyes, his warm kind eyes, and lifted her hands to hold his face. She leaned and gently kissed him on the lips. David responded, his hands on her small waist pulling her closer, his own mouth working and savoring the taste of her on his own. He breathed in deeply, enjoying, that now familiar perfume, they had bought together at the duty free shop just a few days ago.

They kissed a little longer, their tongues softly darting and entangling with each other’s. She moved her arms so they wrapped around his neck and leaned against him, trusting him with her weight. He pulled her closer, his hands now on the soft flesh at the top of her legs and only the thin linen of her dress separating them. She desperately wanted to feel his touch on her. She hesitated for a moment before jumping up, lifting herself one leg at a time, so she could wrap them tightly around his waist. There was something about the gentle giant in him she had begun to fully appreciate.

They had tried only twice to make love. The first time had been a disaster as Gemma had woken in a nightmare and by the time they had calmed her down the moment had passed. But it had been good to fall asleep and wake in the morning together. Having a toddler in the house, however, meant there was little opportunity for anything first thing in the morning.

The second time had been a little more successful. They had not been interrupted but David hadn’t managed to deal with penetration. His guilt at being with “another woman” had overwhelmed him. He was so depressed about not being able to see it through that it had stopped any further attempts.

But somehow this time felt different. They were both relaxed, with no risk of being interrupted, except perhaps by the night life, and they were both greatly affected by the scene they had witnessed. His kisses began to feel more urgent and his hands tugged at the material of her dress. Sue shuddered with excitement, her eyes closed, her mouth moist, her tongue swirling and teasing over his. His fingers circled close to the fine trimmed hairs and she willed him to be a little more adventurous. She purred as they kissed and this seemed to be enough as his fingers slipped inside the cotton and elastic of her panties and found her yielding and damp edges. It had been sometime since she too had experienced such erotic sensuous attention and the stimulation seemed to open a flood gate.

She broke off kissing his mouth and as she pecked and licked his left ear she softly whispered to him that if he carried on like that she would quickly loose it. She wanted them to have that special moment. He nodded silently and taking one step at a time with her still wrapped around him, his left hand holding her ass in place, he walked up and across the verandah to the cottage door. He found the handle and gently opened it and carried her through.

The fire was still gently crackling and emitting its soft light bathing the room in a romantic glow. David thought briefly of how imprudent it had been to leave Gemma and this fire behind. He chastised himself internally nearly ruining the moment.

He shook his head … and kneeled by the blaze and let Sue lay on the rug. Her eyes bright, and sparkling, never for a moment looking away. Her hand smoothed away furrows that had developed on his forehead. “Come here my sweet” she said softly, as she pulled him so he lay next to her. She unbuttoned the front of her dress and took his hand so that he cupped her breast. They were small, with what David thought, was the most lovely slope to the tip of perky and slightly over large nipples. In their succulent perfection they begged to be sucked. Hungrily he wrapped his mouth around one and did so.

Sue let out a moan … low and guttural. David was certain that she was almost ready to come. He slowed his endeavors wanting, like her, to let the moment be one they would never forget.

He took great, slow pleasure in undressing her, then himself. They enjoyed the exploration of their bodies by the soft warm glow of the fire. Hands shook a little, and sighs were dished out in spades. Sue could not ignore the large and “demanding attention” presence between David’s thighs. She noted again, with a certain amount of appreciation and apprehension, the girth of his shaft. Her tiny frame and his giant one might prove to be a challenge.

David’s hands ran up and down Sue’s back, getting comfortable in the simple joy of being nude together. “Happy naked time.” Sue giggled … quoting Gemma from a few days ago. David’s deep and honest chuckle finally destroying the last barrier left standing between them. He hovered over her now, slowly going down … down… in a trail of soft but urgent kisses. Her thighs opened a little further as he reached the sweet spot and lifted her ass off the carpet bringing her to his lips as if to drink from a chalice. The gesture so reverent Sue’s breath caught in her lungs her body trembling.

He parted her further with his tongue, lowering her back down. She was so drenched she knew her fluids would leave a healthy wet spot. He placed himself between her legs, his member hovering over her small, yet aching entrance and freezed. She bit her lip. “The point of no return” he whispered … her small hands reached for his hips, guiding him a tiny bit closer. He looked down at her. His eyes were filled with tears, a look of utter pain and pleasure writ across his face. Sue held still … very – very still. Waiting for him to be ready.

David’s mind was going a thousand miles an hour. He hovered. His desire almost as painful as the ache in his heart. He finally looked outwards from himself to Sue. Their eyes connected again. He saw all the compassion and tenderness in her, he felt her petite hands holding him. The heat from her crotch a welcome like he had never known. She smiled, nodded …. She understood. She was waiting … he wanted this ….. Her hand pulled him in infinitesimally closer.

She is so beautiful there, open to me, vulnerable yet strong in her patience. She’s a woman I can love … she’s a woman I do love . The realization hit him hard, and in that moment, all guilt disappeared.

Sue noticed a shift in his expression and body language. Her heart swelled as she saw in him that he had at last let go and he was now hers. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, and she tried to hold back the sob threatening to take over. She pulled him in, wanting to lose herself in the throws of their union. He complied at last. The wide and thick head of his penis finally touched her, she pushed up, lifting to accommodate. He was still hard, very hard and eager. He pushed, almost violent in the penetration but stopped as she let out a whimper.

Afraid of ripping her, David slowed down. He pushed in, waited. Pushed further and waited. A little further and waited. Sue was so wet that the only friction was from the incredible tightness of the fit. It felt so good he almost lost it right then and there. The waiting was as much for him as it was for her to adjust to his girth. Finally he was in, all the way to the hilt. He pulled back gently, and the moan of pleasure that filled the room came from them both.

He made love to her then. Slow and steady. He watched her carefully. Marveled at the abandon she showed, the pleasure that was so obviously being had. She made him feel like the king of all men as she wiggled, and sighed and arched her back to take him – all of him – in. He couldn’t hold much longer but tried. It had been so long, the feeling was so intense he realized that he just could not stop the tidal wave from crashing, the tsunami from hitting and in a roar of almost rage and desperate violent cry for life he thrust deep within her and came.

She screamed from pain and joy as she joined him moments later and the two forgot about neighbors, strangers, Gemma in the next room, the past and the world around them. For a moment time was suspended and the only thing real was the pleasure being given and received.

He collapsed next to her, and grabbed her to keep them connected and buried his face into her small frame and cried. Large tears of release, erased what seemed like an eternity of pain. And he found himself drowning now in the promise of new happiness, of new beginnings.

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Part I – Cottage Country

David sat in his chair, enjoying a glass of single malt whiskey, letting the light of the fire play on the liquid, turning it different shades of amber. Beauty could be found anywhere he mused. It was a lovely summer evening, the stars were out, the sky bright after a day of sunshine. It was perfect. Even a cool breeze afforded some relief from what could have otherwise been an oppressively hot night.

He had built a small fire in the hearth, more for ambience than heat. He sat there looking at the young woman across from him dozing, and listened to the loons cry out as the sun set. It made him chuckle, reminding him of that final scene of The Walton’s, like listening to a roll call. It was beautiful, eerie and familiar. He’d been listening to that sound every summer for the last forty years. It never stopped getting to him; tugging at his heart. It was his reason for coming here year after year and leaving London and the UK behind for a full two months and why he had never had the heart to sell his parents cottage.

Things had changed little over time in this place. In fact he and his family were more or less the newbie’s to the area with many cottages having been handed down from generation to generation. He knew his neighbors’ well and they all knew him. They knew his little girl, Gemma, now fast asleep in the room next door, and of the tragic death of her mother in childbirth. They had helped as much as they could, mostly by staying away and giving him the space he needed.

He had been replaying in his mind, the series of events that was the whirlwind that had brought Sue to join him here so unexpectedly this summer. He looked at her, shaking his head, amazed. He had met her only weeks ago, feeding the ducks with his little one in the park after work one day. He was remembering the look on her face as he had presented her with the plane tickets, when he heard a scream from next door.

The properties were not close to one another, the sound therefore startled him out of his reverie quickly. He knew the place was often rented out to city folk looking to “play country cottage” for a weekend and as such, the tenants often did not know the “ins and outs” of country living. This was the real forest. Things here could be dangerous.

He decided to go and investigate – just in case. After all, if he let out a scream like that he’d hope for someone to come and check on him. He woke Sue and sprayed on some extra bug repellant, grabbed the baby monitor and left the cottage in direction of the racket. He walked carefully, kicking himself for not thinking to bring a flashlight along, pulling on Sue’s tiny hand behind him. He saw the glow of a large bonfire a few hundred feet away and walked towards it. The closer he came the more he heard the noises. Low moans and occasional screams. He suddenly wasn’t sure if he should be approaching unarmed. He signaled for Sue to wait there and walked ahead.

He ventured closer to the property line and, crouching to get under a large branch he spotted them and froze. Taking a step back he shook his head, trying to get rid of the image that was branded there forever but couldn’t . He wanted more… wanted to see more. Slowly, he nestled lower and lifted the branch just enough to afford him a better view. As he did so a loud moan filled the air again. Sue startled him as she put her hand on his shoulder and crouched down next to him to see what had caught his attention. He felt strangely excited, knowing that “they” were ignorant of his presence. He looked at Sue’s face for a moment, her jaw had dropped and her tongue licked her lips and a small smile crossed her face. With that stamp of approval he took in the scene before him.

There “they” were, two lovers, in the most unusual light. The cold white moon bathing them from above and the warm red and orange glow from the fire lighting them from below. He saw the man first, could not look away. He was tall, lean and all muscle. Thick hair on his head and no place else, with a swimmers body and a large cock that was slamming into a woman he so obviously adored. His ass, clenching and relaxing as he impaled her in perfect harmony with the sound of the wooden picnic table creaking under the strain of the two of them, the sexy sound of the slap slap slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the clearing. The man’s eyes were locked on his lovers, utterly focused. His virility was almost intimidating.

He held her legs over his shoulders, his face at times turning to kiss a dainty foot resting there on his strong and defined muscles. His rhythm was fast but steady, this was no dash to the finish line, he intended to make her squirm… and she did.

Her beautiful face, with large, almond shaped eyes, reflecting the night back at her partner, was a study in love. David had seen that look before; his throat tightened at the memory. He remembered what is was like to be loved like that. He suddenly felt guilty for watching and a pang of jealousy filled his heart. Loneliness followed. Just then, Sue’s hand hovered over his, hesitant a moment and then took it firmly and gave it a squeeze. He turned to see her looking at him – she knew and he felt a swell of affection for her fill that void. He nodded, squeezed her hand back and gave her a big, wicked grin. She smiled in return as they continued to observe.

The woman lay on the picnic table that almost seemed like an altar, her long hair falling in a cascade of curls off the edge, like Rapunzel throwing it down to her prince. Her breasts were free of the small summer dress that had at one point been buttoned up and now lay open revealing the soft sun kissed flesh below. Two fully blossomed breasts held firm, solid ground as they hovered with their pointed, pink nipples capping each end. David’s mouth watered as he imagined the succulent, soft flesh of the two glowing mounds under the lapping of his tongue, the sucking of his lips. Her stomach was flat and strong, but not skinny like those magazine models. She had that softness that made a man melt. Her legs were long and muscular, and would tense as the pleasure coursed through her.

David’s eyes followed the curve of her slender, supple waist, the mounding swell of full hips and the uppermost half of two round, glaring white, tender buns. He could not stop looking at her ass. It was spectacular, there really was no other word for it. He found himself entranced by it’s sight. As her partner moved inside her, as they gazed at one another, the movement and rhythm would change the lighting. One moment cool moonlight the next fire hot… angels or demons – not so obvious. David reached down into his pants. His erect penis, straining in his jeans, twitched, and his legs tightened. He released his own flared and hard cock and wrapped it in the familiar grasp of his hand; biting his lip to keep from moaning himself.

He continued to watch the scene unfolding before him, knowing it was wrong but staying anyway. Sue had followed suit and was masturbating quietly having found a tree trunk to lean against for support. David realized his knees were getting tired and found a log and made himself comfortable. He and Sue exchanged a grin that said it all: Their fault for doing it outdoors – and being so bloody loud about it !

The man was sweating now coating his spectacular body and letting it shine in the light. He looked more like one of those Gods from mythology than a man; and here he was claiming one of the human beauties as his own or in sacrifice. With a hand on each side of her hips, he slowly and carefully fired his cock inside with quick, deep thrusts. She trembled and twisted her ass in gleeful reception. Deeper, deeper he pushed, liquid oozed down and David swore he saw a few glimmering drops fall off the edge of the wooden slab.

She bent more, bringing her knees to her head, and reached back to grab his swinging sack of testicles with her hand. She rolled them tenderly in her fingers as he sent his member into wet lips through the foaming juices around the rim of her cunt. Her beautiful face started to contort into different facial expressions bordering between pain and pleasure, her moan filled the forest and got louder and louder. The bats overhead seemed to fly in harmony with her song. Then she screamed loud, total and her body arched, her back lifting right off the table as her lover screamed her name to the heavens and flung his head back in animal ecstasy as his climax joined hers and rose from the balls she held, semen coursing upward into the lengthy rod and burning its way to burst from the end to claim her fully with his seed.

At that moment David spilled his own onto the forest floor. Holding his breath so as to not make a sound. He looked down at the puddle glistening in the moonlight – then at Sue, whose flushed face spoke of release. His heart thumped in his ears. He looked up one last time and saw the lovers entwined, now whispering sweet words to each other. The woman’s eyes still closed her breathing still labored her arms around her man‘s neck possessively. Just then, the man turned his head ….. Looked straight at David… raised an eyebrow and smiled before turning back to his lover and kissing her with passion as his flaccid penis left her warmth and dribbled the juice of their love making onto the soil below.

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Sensual Dream

Someplace in the distance I could hear the thunder of water and, the smell of moss clung to the air like a lovers caress. Proud, white marble columns reached like a supplicants arms towards the heavens as if calling for the Gods to bless this track of land and it’s architecture … make it more … make it sacred ground. Trees, so tall they betrayed their age of thousands of years, shot towards the sun, in hopes of heat on their leafed fingertips. Below, hundreds of animals sheltered in their grace; mammals, insects and the birds … Oh, the birds were the messengers between the skies and the soil, masters of song.

I meandered along a path that seemed swept clean of leaves and debris by an invisible hand. Not sure where it led or why I should follow.  I could feel a pull so strong that I simply could not … would not … resist. The water sounded closer and I picked up my pace. Climbing marble steps two by two when an unexpected vista unfurled beneath my eyes.

An ancient amphitheater created a half dome, sheltering a lagoon that acted as a stage floor. It was surrounded by marble statues and the water was a most startling shade of teal. A thundering waterfall for a majestic backdrop seemed to complete the setting for some imagined, aquatic play .

I was overcome by an impulse to bathe and ran down at a neck-breaking speed; a sense of euphoria overtaking me. I removed my clothing, acutely aware and listening for any sounds that may be human. I could sense eyes on me … hundreds of gazes. I should have been frightened, but, instead, I grew bolder under the assault of invisible voyeurs.

I slipped into the lagoon looking at the stone faces and bodies on its edge. They seemed so real. I almost expected them to move, breath, or blink … but the chiseled stone was cold. The water on the other hand, was warm and soothing; obviously heated by a natural hot spring. A light mist coming off it’s surface carried with it the subtle aroma of lavender. I relaxed, as naked as the day I was born, and swam leisurely, dove and played like a child.

I eventually grew tired and pulled myself out of the natural bath with regret – a sentiment reminiscent of leaving the embrace of a lover too soon. I walked along the periphery, looking at the statues and letting my hand rest, caress, and glide over the smooth marble. They were men and women of such utter perfection, some almost too beautiful to behold. One, in particular, caught my eye and had me mesmerized, transfixed, and enthralled.

A kind face and an out of place feral smile stared with dead eyes, arms stretching out to me as if welcoming me back. Perfect shoulders, chest … and as I walked around … back, ass, and strong yet slender legs, made for a pleasing composition. Whoever had made these was a genius. The most surprising attribute was his penis. Ancient art usually portrays this particular body part at rest and flaccid. This one, however, seemed awake, ready and warm. I kneeled…curious to get a closer look.

It was perfect in every detail. The tiny veins, the skin and subtle change of hue in it’s coloring. I giggled at the thought of kissing it… and glancing over my shoulder to ensure I was still alone… did. Something in the air shifted. A warm breeze blew up and against my back, around my shoulders and chest, down to my navel and between my thighs. I was abruptly hot, and sexually awake and ready. Something had most definitely come over me.

Without thought, holding onto the outstretched arms, I lifted and impaled myself on the member wrapping my legs around the statue’s waste. The cold and very hard intruder stabbed me inside like an arrow, producing both pain and an unexplainable pleasure. I was so transported by the rush of overwhelming pleasure that I did not notice, or care, that the cold, stone arms now warmly held me tight.

Lips of flesh found mine, a breath of freedom whispered into my ear, the rhythm uniting me with this alien lover so intense it was no longer of my own making. I opened my eyes and dark, black pupils stared back, a sly smile curving the corner of a voluptuous mouth. Surprise quickly faded as an orgasm coursed like a raging river through my body.

Lowering to the ground I felt soft kisses caress my heaving chest, then a hand glided up my thigh and a finger caressed my clit gently. I gave into the pressure and the pleasure, forgetting the odd situation I was in and the non human partner I was with. I felt invaded by another set of hands and lips … and then another and another. But when I opened my eyes there was only the one devotee. The feelings that came over me were more than merely physical, chemical reactions.  It was as if light had fused with my blood and now coursed though my veins.

I felt my body being lifted as if hovering off of the ground, a member entered me once again, piercing like an shaft of bliss … almost painful it was such ecstasy. Something pressed against my lips … I opened my mouth and it was conquered … and then the last opening of my body was filled and the ecstasy was so intense I felt a silent scream rip through me.

Slow movements became harder, hands gliding over my skin on the edge between pain and pleasure. The triple thrusts became more urgent, hands holding head, hip and ass firmly. Faster and faster, and more exquisite, were the sensations until a force akin to a tropical hurricane ripped through and across my body… in places I didn’t know could feel such superb euphoria. I heard a moan like music on the wind ….

My body collapsed at the foot of the statue wrapped in a blanket of erotic rapture. I looked up at the fine figure of stone and my eyes saw that the member once proud and erect was now at rest.  And all I had … was the memory of the senses.

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Watching, Stalking … Part II

He was naked in the parking lot. What an utterly insane thing to do.
His penis was beautiful. Straight and firm. And hard – oh so hard.
My mind ran a thousand miles an hour.
its ok
its late
I am a powerful women who takes risks.
I looked at the camera … I knew Tim was watching. Probably trying to decide on what to do, I wondered briefly if there was anything in the security manual on what to do for this particular scenario. I looked straight at the camera and smiled. I put my hand up and mimed “don’t you dare interrupt” Let Tim watch. He had always wanted to see more of me … well, tonight might be your lucky night my friend. Whatever the consequences

The electricity was focused in my stomach. The situation unnerving yet thrilling; I felt the familiar rush, and the floodgates opened. I was wet. It had been too long since I had been fucked. Really and truly fucked. I realized suddenly how tired I was of my vibrator, and how useless the new boyfriend was. Where was the high? I craved this! I loved this.

I heard him mumble an apology. He was being forward and it was not in his nature. Although something was driving him to this, his usual self was there, underneath the surface. He grabbed me, almost lifting me off my feet and turned me around, up against the hood of my car. Pulled up my skirt and ripped through my nylons and panties. He lowered himself behind me, hands caressing the side of my thighs on his way down and nestled his face in my ass and crotch. He took a deep breath my sweet scent filling his lungs. It was like a drug and he was hooked. His tongue came out and gently, with a little hesitation, he let the tip caress the outer lips, the crevice between them and my thighs … careful to avoid contact with my now bulging clit. His hand adjusted my knees and I gave him full access and arched my back. My nipples errect from the cold metal below me.

I felt a warm hard presence hovering just above my clit. His tongue was there, so close I could feel his breath. It darted out, fast like a snake attacking it’s pray and gone again. Leaving me aching for more. Then it happened again, against my anus. Back and forth between the two the vicious attacks continued. Leaving both wanting more, needing … begging. I moaned loudly.

My own juices were now flowing so freely that a slick trail was forming down my thighs. He saw this as an opportunity and gave me one finger then two. His thumb was on my clit. A little sting, and a nibble on my ass cheek later and I felt his finger going in, spreading the lips of my cunt. They were unashamedly screaming in welcome, hot and slick. His tongue continued it’s attack on my anus. I felt the pleasure spread from my stomach down to my pussy and up my back. I was close to orgasm. His thumb was applying just the right pressure to my clit … and

… I came like a wild Cherokee, looking at the camera, knowing that Tim was there. Watching.

As I collapsed panting a little over the hood, my “lover” stood up and opened the car door. He took my hand and made me sit sideways, with my legs out of the car, his still hard cock right in front of my face. Grabbing my head softly, he sent his prick into my mouth and down my throat. I couldn’t take it all in and resisted. He stopped the pressure but left it in, I started to gag and he slowly turned my head, I got some air and he did it again. I took it further and he repeated this over and over
over and over
over and over again.
My pussy was on fire. How did this gentle soul (granted a little disturbed), come to be this way and want to do this to me. My fingers slid to my pussy. I could take this no longer; my own release becoming an obsession.

It went on for so long I forgot who that cock belonged to. I looked up again and saw him standing there. A smile of bliss on his face, strong arms bulging as he flexed to hold himself up and my head prisoner. I pulled back now. My throat was getting sore and this wasn’t what I had in mind. I’d let him have his fun – now it’s was my turn. I pushed him back and stood. Put my arms around his neck and tried to get my legs around his waist. He was strong enough to pull this off. He adjusted, leaned back and fell against the chain link fence. His back now braced and holding more of the weight.

I kicked off my high heels, not worrying about the torn stockings and panties, and put my feet in the fence and trapped that cock. I felt him guiding it to my pussy. It was so wet that the first few tries failed. We both were fighting to get it in, and he finally broke past the beautiful lower lips and then with a lift of my own ass he entered, forcing his penis in to the hilt. Oh the bliss. It felt tight from this angle. He felt bigger somehow. Or I was tighter. His teeth bit a nipple a little harder then he planned and I let out a yelp.

In time we found a comfortable rhythm, my pussy was tingling, as it rode the waves of fire. I felt his body harden and tense and he exploded, releasing all his seed inside. I lost control at the feeling of the hot jet hitting the internal walls, my whole body felt like it was going to ignite as he whispered in my ear, that I was the single most beautiful women in the history of the world and that he loved me.

I came. Hard. Tears streaming down my cheeks at the sweet release.

We fell to the cold concrete floor. I relaxed and notice that he was filling me up more. In the previous position, he had not gotten it all in, it had just felt like it. We now rocked, slow, not so intense, something else between us then the pure animal lust of moments ago. His finger was in my ass now. A nipple in his mouth. It was not about the pursuit of orgasm, it was just the pleasure of being intimate. I was in heaven. A gentle wave of heat took over and a small calm orgasm flooded my body. He didn’t want to come again. I took his now, slowly becoming limp, penis between my lips and licked him clean. He let out a long relaxed breath.

The moment had passed and I stood and took off my nylons and ripped panties and gave it to him as a souvenir. Leaving him there, naked. I got in my car, opened the window, and with my legs parted and pussy glistening I smiled. “Nice bumping into you again”. I backed out, and drove away. Not moving just yet, he watched me leave. Not sure if this was infatuation or in fact love but knowing – he would be watching.

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Watching, Stalking …

Facebook. That silly yet addictive forum had proven to be a great way to reconnect with many people, not true friends of course, those had stayed the course and remained in my life. Still it was good to know how everyone was doing. One particular acquaintance from college had started our exchange with the usual: How are you? Where are you? What are you doing these days … But that soon evolved and a new vibe sprung up between us. One that I wasn’t sure I liked … or disliked. He was nice enough, if a little needy, and more than a little geeky. He hadn’t really changed since I had last seen him.

But why stop? For some strange reason I wouldn‘t. Perhaps my ego enjoyed the rush of hearing how beautiful, sensual and sexy I was. What woman doesn’t like to hear those things? It was safe; after all he was far away, on another continent. But then, the dynamics altered. He moved. Close to home … close to my home. Close to my work. He started e-mailing, calling. I ignored him. The more I disconnected myself from him the more he obsessed. I told him he had crossed a line and to stop or I would be forced to call the authorities.

Shortly after that last message I started feeling like I was being watched. I would spot him at any place I frequented often. Yet he’d never come up and actually greet me. Odd seeing as he had been so clingy. Maybe my new boyfriend intimidated him? I didn’t really mind. He was harmless enough. And for now, not disrupting my life beyond having the constant feeling of being undressed in public.

In a way I felt irresistible. I could sense him watching me.
My walk,
My eyes,
My smile,
The lift of my ass,
The slope of my tits,
Every curve,
Knowing that the sight of me was sending shivers through his body, was a high for me. To have that effect on the poor fellow. I felt like the ideal woman – his ideal woman. I started dressing in a way that would provoke. Still classy but just that little bit more erotic. With time we developed a codependent attachment. From afar and beyond his reach … I was his Queen – assured, daring and self confident to his shy awkwardness.

One day after work I spotted him. A little more out in the open than usual. He had broken “protocol” and waved nervously. I was too busy to do anything about it, rushed between a myriad of activities, and in my usual flurry. I waved back and left in my car. As I drove by I saw some hurt reflected in his eyes. I felt a certain rush from that – and also some remorse. But I didn’t have time for him and left him there looking stranded. Dreams seemingly dashed.

A fortnight later, I was leaving the office after a long and grueling day. It was late and the overtime was starting to get to me. I was alone in the parking lot, but feeling safe with all the camera’s. Security was tight. I waved to Tim, the evening security man, via the camera above my head in the parking lot and wiggled my ass at him. In my minds eye I could see his handsome face light up and virtually hear his laugh. He had such a lovely laugh. No wonder all the women in the office loved the man. He married that sexy yet fatherly aura perfectly. I blew him a kiss and continued on my way.

The fire door I walked through every night, usually slammed shut with an unnerving slam. But tonight it remained quiet. I stopped and turned, thinking to myself: “what a relief; maintenance must have finally done something about that”, only to see him standing there; holding the door ajar. Cute, nerdy and so nervous he was trembling. He had flowers in one hand, more than a little wilted. He must have been waiting for hours. I couldn’t help but take pity on the man. What courage this must have taken to actually approach me, to come out of the shadows. Especially after last weeks blow off and my threats from before.

My stalker looked up and down, took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, his shaking stopped and … something happened. His posture shifted and his gaze focused – he now had a sense of purpose. His eyes turned from sad and pathetic to determined and strong. It was a metamorphosis that strangely intrigued me. Should I fear him now?

He tossed the flowers at my feet and without any warning started to strip all the while holding my gaze. My jaw dropped. I tried not to stare at the surprisingly hard and strong body being revealed to me, layer by layer. My mind registered that he was speaking in soft poetic tones. I heard only snippets, with all the distraction before me, as he slowly disrobed. I heard that I was the most beautiful of all of Gods creatures – I giggled internally – so corny yet… still effective. And then, stark naked in front of me he said it.
He must have me.
Right here,
Right now,
His erection speaking for him more than any words could.

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Deep Blue “O”

You had been diving all day, out on the clear turquoise ocean under an indigo sky. You randomly remembered your mother telling you once, that there was no such thing as perfection, but you had to admit to yourself that this was as close as you would likely ever come to it. A large honest smile spread across your face, reaching your eyes and from deep within your heart. You were bathed in a feeling of gratitude. You positively glowed.

You stood looking at the woman you love. She was happily putting away diving gear on the small yacht you both had rented. She had been afraid at first, reading on line about pirates and fearing for your mutual safety; but after ten glorious days, she had relaxed into it. The sun was still out, but not the intense heat wave from earlier in the day that had sent both of you to deep, cool, blue waters.

You had seen so many spectacular things that day; including the fulfillment of a dream of yours, to see and swim with a whale shark. It had been a humbling moment. The size, the majesty had left you feeling small and insignificant. You had wondered over the years, if you’d ever have the chance and, quite suddenly, there it had been; quite literally larger than life. And she had been there, as excited as you, the one person you had wanted to share that dream with. The moment had been made to order. You let out a sigh at the memory.

You went below deck and prepared a simple meal. Brought it and a bottle of her favorite bubbly back up and laid it out on the “Lido” deck for the two of you to enjoy in the late afternoon sun. You talked, recalling the beauty of what you had seen, sharing in the emotions. You watched her face light up, her hands move with their usual animation. Her head tilting to the side now and then as she listened to you share your own thoughts. You smiled inwardly at her little habit of tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. You admired her athletic body that managed to remain sensual and feminine. She really was all woman. Your hand reached out to caress her arm and then wrapped her smaller hand in your own, almost possessive but not quite. It felt right. It always did. You looked down at her perfect long fingers, and couldn’t help bring one up to your lips and suck on it gently.

She sighed, and closed her eyes and relaxed and lay down on her back, taking off the bikini she still had on and enjoying the last rays of sun. You rubbed her feet almost absent mindedly. A nice golden shade had covered her from head to toe, not a tan line in sight to break up the golden expanse of smooth and flawless skin.

You walked away a moment to go below deck and get a cigar; the only thing missing. You grinned, ear to ear, as you walked back towards your love. She is who she is … in the few moments you had left her alone her hands, with their perfectly manicured fingers – even out here (how does she do that?), had made their way to her stomach, slowly gliding down and, with a little moan, slid between her lower lips. She slowly started to masturbate.

You reached for the bubbly, taking in the ‘cherry on top of the whip cream’ of this day. Boat, ocean, sun and most importantly …her. The juices were starting to flow now and you could hear the small tell tale sounds. You took your cigar and leaning into her, kissing her, one hand on her breast the other holding the cigar you slipped it in, soaking it with her scent and moist lubrication. Then, like a king on his floating castle you sat back, lighting the cigar at last and enjoyed the absolute perfection of the moment.

The word “beauty” like “love”, had always proven to be one of the more difficult concepts to define in your adult life. It seemed that the more senses that were satisfied, the more beautiful the subject was. You could look at a photograph of the Alps in winter and call that beautiful, but that was based on visual satisfaction alone. A movement of Beethoven’s Symphony Fantastique was also beautiful with its ability to prompt emotions based solely on the orchestration of sound. A scent could trigger intense memories or longings based purely on waves of tiny particles on the air caressing the inner recess of your nose.

Yet, to see the object of your desire, spread-eagled across the deck, quaking in waves of excitement as she rubbed her clit in upward and downward motions, went beyond the word beautiful to something outside the confines of the English language. She was a perpetual visual orgasm.

Below the now erect and quivering cleavage, every muscle seemed to be tightening and relaxing in concert with the clitoral manipulation. As the area between those beautiful round hips and rapidly moistening pussy went taught with each stroke, her whole body seemed to sharply jerk back and upwards, and even her breathing peaked. You could no longer take this as a spectator sport, you wanted in. Her long slender legs wrapped around you, inside thigh muscles tense, drawing open her cunt lips invitingly and expectantly. You moved her fingers from the clit to carefully start tracing a circle around the open lips.

She reached for your cock, pulling you towards her. You had to fight her off so that you could continue to caress her until juices made a trail on the deck. You cast your eyes on her naked body; feasting at the sight of her trembling in delight as wave upon wave of warmth radiated from her crotch … you could smell her. A delightful blend of her natural perfume and the smell of sex, ocean and your own cigar; you could feel the smooth skin under the palm of your hand, her breathing and occasional moan the sweet sound of appreciation and music to your ears. You leaned in, traced your tongue along her stomach, dipped it in and applied pressure to her navel; you could taste the slight saltiness of her, just like the water around you. You went down and let your lips wrap a moment around her clit – tasting her. This is beauty – the whole experience, every sense was under assault. And all of it yours…. for the taking, right now.

Your bodies reeled together in absolute animalistic and selfish yet mutual passion, her nails biting into your back as you thrust yourself into her tender and moist trap. You lost yourself, your inhibitions; you’re most profound and lifelong sexual fantasies in the throes of her beauty and stole a few passionate moments, so rare and yet so wonderful. You turned her over, but lay her flat, keeping her thighs tight together making the entry into her nearly impossible. But you did. Your love making turned sweet and loving. You whispered in her ear how much you love her, over and over. Your lips kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, you rocked in her slowly and long. And you saw it, that flush of pink that starts from that exquisite curve in her back. It grew, moving up and you paced yourself. She was close so close. Her body, and the soul within, was your salvation and you knew it; honored it. She screamed in orgasm – loud and uninhibited – the sound traveling far over the open ocean and the now setting sun. This is it, and you came, joining her in her scream. This… this perfect moment… this is life. You collapse utterly at peace.

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Island Time

It’s a nice resort with all the trimmings. A swim up bar, multiple pool areas as well as restaurants. There are plenty of places to lounge in the shade or sun depending on our mood. We are taking it easy – total relaxation. Snoozing and resting, recharging our batteries from long work days and a long winter. We are escaping from the real world.

After a day of snorkeling, diving and sunbathing you come to get me at the pool. You see me pulling myself out of the water by the steps. You smile enjoying the way the evening sun plays on the water like dew on my skin. Bikinis. There simply isn’t a more beautiful thing then a firm, tanned, elegant woman in a bikini. You could sit and stare for hours, but it’s almost time for dinner and I need to retire to our room to shower. You follow me back saying you need to close your eyes for a few moments – you’ve already cleaned up having quit the pool a little earlier.

Stepping into our room, I give you a quick kiss and proceed. You watch my every move. Your eyes like slaves follow everywhere I go. I undress slowly; I am after all on “island time” and in no hurry. You watch me through the open door as I unwrap the sarong slowly from around my hips; you take a moment to appreciate the hip-to-waist ratio… the sarong drops to the floor. I reach back and move my long damp hair over my shoulder and undo the knot of my bikini top. My back is now bare as I pull the top off over my head – revealing a new tan line as it too falls to the ground.

Walking to the shower to turn the water on – you know I hate to step into a cold shower… you see me – almost naked. You like that… The “almost” it’s tantalizing … your mind rushing to complete the image in your head. I pull the shower curtain and start the final reveal. Slowly, with a finger tucked into each side I wiggle my ass free of the wet bikini bottom. The image of my white ass compared to the rest of my tanned body is amazing. The tan is all the more obvious now that the untouched skin is showing; that virgin skin, is white like ivory, next to the caramel of the rest of me. It highlights my ample, firm ass.

I turn to go close the door and see you there – sitting on the edge of the bed. Staring at me, as if witnessing me like this for the first time. I am pleased to see that I have this effect on you. There you are, mouth slightly open, an obvious erection making you a little uncomfortable. I smile at you … you smile back… but you remain seated. You want to enjoy this. I walk to my shower, swaying my hips in a tease … leaving the door open happy to oblige.

The shower curtain is beautiful fine cotton with a clear liner. It keeps the water in the tub, but affords little privacy. You can see my silhouette, my shadow under the shower. You can see me reaching first for the shampoo, washing my hair, rising it out … then reaching for the conditioner, combing it into my hair, then rinsing it out – every time I rinse my hair, my arms go over my head my back arches and my breasts lift.

I turn the water off and you can’t sit still any longer. You walk up and pull the shower curtain away. You wrap me in a big towel and hoist me out of the tub. Weighing nothing in your arms you carry me to the chair near the open doors of the balcony. The white curtain is billowing in the sea breeze; you seat me and the towel drops away creating a white background to frame me in the chair. I recline in the chair, looking up at you. Your handsome face is filled with desire and I arch my back a little affording you a better view of my breasts and highlighting my waist to full advantage. I raise my legs up, ankles touching, then spreading them apart slowly I place my feet on the padded arm rests.

I extend a hand and do a “come here” movement with my finger. You lean in, bending slowly to kiss me, you let your hand gently glide along my collar bone, down between my breasts and circle my navel. You kneel in front of me, between my outstretched legs and your hands glide bellow my ass and you cup them as you pull me a little closer to you. I can feel your hot member pleading for release behind your pants – your clothed crotch against my very naked one. We stare at each other for a moment…. then you bend and start a trail of kisses slowly letting your lips slide soft and slow along the same path your fingers had followed moments before. This time, however, you do not stop and your lips follow through where your fingers had not.

I feel the heat of your mouth first – a nice contrast to the cool air. At first you just let the tip of your tongue slide between the folds. Teasing, barely touching… you hear me gasp a little. You then let your tongue take a wide sweep, hot and wet you let the tip of your tongue flick my clit. You start over, again and again and I relax fully into the chair. Then you stop … I look down questioning and you look up – a grin on your face and get up. I watch you walk away in dismay, one leg coming down from its perch…. then the other. You open a drawer and pull out a package. You hand it to me. I open the package slowly to find inside a beautiful dress. You get up, walk to the door and tell me you’ll meet me at the bar. A little confused, teased and horny as hell – but pleased with my gift – I get ready. This should be an interesting night!

You see me make my entrance into the bar. You’re happy the dress fits like a glove – you knew it would. You know ever curve of my body and when you had seen the dress in the window of my favorite store you had known it would flow like liquid mercury against my form. You watch me walk towards you and find yourself sighing. It’s actually better then you thought. Every man in the room is looking at me, wanting me and…. I am only looking at you. I hug you, lean in and kiss you and whisper “I love it …. I’ll have to pay you back for this somehow …” You kiss me and you can see that my cheeks are still flush from earlier. I have kept my make-up simple; my hair is still a little damp and hanging freely in long ringlets. I order my drink and I sit on the bar stool. You turn the stool so that my legs are now between yours. The hand that is facing the room is demure and sits on my thigh … the other … hidden by the bar slides bellow the silk for a moment.

We have our drink and then dinner in happy conversation laden with innuendo and teasing. We then leave the restaurant and go for a walk along the beach. The night is warm, a gentle breeze in the air keeping us from getting too hot. We hold hands … or your arm encircles my waist. We kiss … but you hold back… letting the tension mount between us in a slow and steady pace.
We walk back towards the hotel and take a little detour to a more secluded area where during the day we had lounged in the sun in relative peace. The moon is bright, an occasional light illuminates the path but a sense of privacy remains. We can see some of the cabanas and hear an occasional giggle. We aren’t alone. We see them – a young couple in the throws of passion. I go to leave and you stop me. Pulling me to stand in front of you, wrapping me in your arms we watch. It’s not the soft love making of a couple, nor the intense passion we often feel – it’s raw, it’s pure animal desire. It has its own beauty in its hurried and rough manner.

We watch the young couple, obviously more then a little drunk, and after a few moments of sucking hard on her huge breasts, we see the young man’s strong body pin her to a lounger and his hand reaches for his member. Without ceremony or foreplay he whips it out and plunges it into her, she yelps and sighs and they literally grunt in the heat of the moment. I feel your hand slide up my dress and make its way to my clit. I’m so wet that you can hardly get traction. So you allow my silk panties to remain between your finger and my clit, soaking up the wetness now flowing between my thighs. My knees are getting weak as I feel my own needs overtake any sense of decorum. I want you – I want you now.

I grab your hand and pull you to another empty cabana nearby. We walk in – it’s dark but for the stream of moonlight between the curtains. The lounger is a nice large two person day bed. Perfect.

I push you on the bed, and you fall ungracefully trying to drag me with you, but I wiggle free. You have been torturing me all evening trying to make it last, to enjoy and savor the feelings of arousal. In that spirit, I postpone my own desperate need for immediate satisfaction. I lie next to you, and unzip your pants. Your member springs out like a savage beast released at last. I can see it in the moonlight. I pull my hair away from my face, open my wet lips and place a kiss directly on the tip. I take your member in one hand and gently run my wet, hot tongue along the length of the pole. My tongue does not stop at the base, but continues downwards to wash across your balls, swirl them in moisture, and then climb back up the shaft.

You close your eyes… it feels good. You can feel my tongue lap across the tip before I slowly suck your member inside my mouth. My hair rolls from shoulder to shoulder and my breasts have escaped from the low cut cleavage of the new dress. I pull my mouth free and blow a cold shaft of air along the length. With determined movement you roll from underneath me and stand beside the lounger. I look up at you as you reach down and caress my breasts with your hand. I smile with excitement. You caress them until the nipples become hard, tight, and erect. You find the tie at the back of my neck and undo the halter top of the dress; it falls into a puddle of silk at my waist. In the moonlight you can see my upper body exposed fully to you now. You tug gently at the dress and it now falls to the ground – forgotten. Your hands travel across my flat, quivering stomach until you find the satin panties. With no hesitation you grab the briefs with both hands and rip them from the waist band to the left leg hole. My mouth opens, in wonder … and caught of guard.

You send your hand into the hot, wet folds pushing my legs apart. I open them wide, spreading them as far as they will go, lifting the dripping folds to meet your hand. I am unbelievably wet. You sink a finger into the red, juicy, lubricated lips. I twist, lift and groan. You enter a second finger, as you lean in to suck on the pulsing clit. You can feel the walls clasp at your fingers every time you let your tongue flick against my hard swollen pearl.

I am now pleading for you to fill me. And it’s finally time. You are up, hard and ready and done playing the game. You kneel between my open legs; wash the head of your member back and forth across the slickness of my cunt in one final tease. You lunge; drive deeply into the gripping, straining wetness. The walls clasped tightly at your member and respond with a constant tremble of joy.

Together we start with a slow, methodical rhythm and build gradually to a faster and faster pace. With a well timed lift and fall, and several deep, long thrusts I start to tremble and rock with abandon below you. My face is red, my nipples peaked, and my legs fall aside as a swelling climax hits me. Moments later your back arches, as you thrust one last time almost violently inside … you feel the juices rising, you feel the electrical charge, and you explode at last.

A few moments pass and you pull up your boxers and pants…. lean over and pick up my dress and drape it over my body like a blanket. You lie down next to me and let your fingers explore exposed skin as I doze in the happy effects of an after glow. We are in to hurry … we are after all on” Island time”.

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Fresh Air

The flush of a passing orgasm is slowly fading. Lying on the chaise in my bedroom, dildo in one hand and moist tissue in the other – I keep my eyes closed and enjoy the feeling of sexual release. It’s good to masturbate, or so I was told once. A healthy sexual appetite and imagination comes in handy too.

I’m not certain how my mind had wondered to this particular fantasy or why it was so arousing. Still, the end result is what matters and lying there utterly satisfied, no doubt it was. Sex outdoors. Something about that is utterly liberating.

We have rented a small cottage near a lake. Upon our arrival on a glorious, June afternoon, we immediately want to investigate the property that we will call home for the next few days. Not bothering to change out of my sundress I lead the charge and you happily follow me, enjoying my energy and the peace the place provides.

We walk for a little distance, the grass too long from too much rain. But today not a cloud is in the sky. The birds serenade as we walk hand in hand, like new minted lovers under a canopy of green leaves. The sun is muted from the dense vegetation and there is a fresh smell on the breeze coming off the lake nearby.

You watch me hike up my dress a few times, allowing my legs more freedom to step over a fallen log or two. The tantalizing glimpses of upper thigh and ass provide you with a sense of foreplay. You can’t help yourself and reach over and caress that thigh as I expose it again. I giggle and dash off ahead of you.

There’s a field, wild flowers in abundance and yes, the bugs are out too but you don’t care because suddenly in front of you is a sight you had not expected. I have stripped off my dress and I am twirling in circles in the tall grass. My breasts sway, I have a smile on my face and my sense of freedom is obvious.

You’ve got a hard on now … and a young, naked woman is dancing and spinning in front of you … What to do? You sit down. The moist grass folds under your weight acting like a cushion. You loosen your draw string on your shorts and let your hand wonder down. Your palms and fingers find their familiar place along your long hard shaft and you watch your love in her freedom, you watch and you masturbate.

“HEY! What are you doing?” My wild dance stops and I walk over – you don’t stop – just grin. She’s a vision you think to yourself. The sun is in my hair, my skin shining from due and perspiration. My body has all those curves you so long to touch and caress. I look down on you in your nest of grass, like a Queen to her subject and you are willing. In that instant you’d do anything to please me because you know how much I try to please you.

“There’s a lake over there … I’m going for a swim ….” and looking over my shoulder, ass swaying side to side I walk away. Something about my gaze has a come hither feel. You decide to put off the release and follow.
“Oh Fuck” you say as you see me there … by the waters edge, ass facing you. I turn to you “Why so nervous?” I ask and you mumble something about wanting me…. I smile. “Then why do you hesitate?” …and I lie down on the ground; my legs are slightly apart, my fingers spreading the lower lips in an inviting way. “I want nothing more than to pleasure you…” I whisper.

You lean down, your hands working to release your cock. It springs out and I sit up. I let my tongue glide from the base to the tip – your head is reeling from the sensations. The breeze is warm and caressing your body like a hundred small delicate hands and the warmth coming from my lips goes straight to your head. I take it in, letting my tongue swirl around the tip … Pulling away I look into your eyes “The suspense is killing me … put it inside my love!” You go slowly; you don’t want to split me. You look at me a moment, my eyes are closed; I am biting my lower lip as I sigh with pleasure. My hair is like a fan on the ground, my legs are now folded over your shoulders and you lean in. “Give it to me all the way…” I moan. You oblige. A slow a steady rhythm starts in its familiar way. You can feel the surge starting, you warn me. But I stop you. “Pull out and masturbate – I want to see you come!” and you do. Moments later a small stream of cum is slowly making its way down between my breasts towards my stomach. I then suddenly jump up and dive into the lake. “Come on!!!”

Surprised you run in after me –it seems that this was just foreplay.

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Hunger

Hunger, it’s always there when it comes to you. I had this fantasy once, and as with dreams, it isn’t always logical. We are out having dinner, it’s a lovely little Italian restaurant and we are sitting in a booth. The curves of the high walls of our booth provide privacy, but we can hear the din of the other patrons as we dine. You’re having veal and I’m having the lamb of course. We are sipping a good red wine and the heady flavor is going straight to my head!

You look at me, hunger for more then food suddenly written all over your face. I feel your hand reach bellow the table cloth, your fingers are wandering again. I have on a silk black skirt, and the fabric easily glides up my smooth, tanned thighs, your fingers look for the usual barrier… you look at me as a grin widens on your face… there is no barrier! I have no panties! You’re surprised but excited. You take another bite of your food as you think on the possibilities.

Impatient, I lean back into my seat to afford you a better view of what I am about to do. I lift one leg up, and drape it across your knees – the table cloth like a curtain, blocking the view to others. Your hand eagerly rests on my now exposed calves. Looking you in the eye, I let my right hand reach down and I place the napkin under my bum. You look questioningly at me…. “I’m wet” I whisper in your ear. OH …. registers on your face. “You going to do something about it?” you ask.

I nod. My right hand makes it’s way to the familiar wetness. I find my clit and start to masturbate, slow and powerful movements. The waiter comes by and I don’t stop, you order a second bottle of wine and as I let out a small gasp the waiter, realizing what I’m doing rushes away… you grin “bad girl” … I giggle but then grab your hand. I place it between my thighs; it’s so wet that the need for the napkin is suddenly very clear to you. You pick up where I left off … I tilt my head back, close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of your well practiced fingers. I can feel the tension mounting in my body – but I relax into it.

The waiter brings the second bottle and for a moment we stop. He rushes off again, red faced and muttering to himself. I drop down bellow the table to grab the napkin that seems to have slid off. My head now bellow the table I see that your pants are straining against the pressure of your hard cock. I take pity on you. I kneel comfortable under the table in my tent of linens, and spread your legs enough to unzip you unceremoniously and release the raging beast.

I look at it for a moment – gorgeous in its straight perfection and wondering at our crazy behavior. Then I see it, a tiny drop of cum on the tip. I can’t resist and I gently let my tongue flick the tip, tasting your saltiness. The heat radiating from your penis is incredible, I feel the moisture in my mouth then gather and holding your member with one hand let it slide slowly into my mouth. I let my tongue press against it as I move slowly up and down, my tongue rhythmically pressing then swirling. I can feel your thigh muscles tense as your orgasm mounts and your hand finds it’s way to the top of my head as you push your hips into my mouth and explode. I drink it in…. goes well with the red wine.

I come back up “for air” and you look at me – eyes blazing. I feel like you are trying to figure out just how or why this just happened. Not that you’re complaining! We finish our main course in happy silence. The waiter comes back – his eyes trying not to make contact with either one of us and asks if we’d like dessert. I would …. I answer – looking straight at you. You grin; you know what I’m thinking.

The chocolate mouse cake we ordered arrives with the two forks and the glasses of port you ordered. We feed each other, and as each voluptuous mouthful of melting chocolate goes down my throat you are also feeding another hunger, your fingers having found there way back to the wet folds between my inner thighs. The bill comes and we pay… I start to wonder if I’ll ever get release! I am so turned on that just a caress of your finger against the inside of my arm, or casual brush of your hand in the small of my back makes my head spin.

We walk outside and the fresh air and summer night just add to a sense of fantasy to the evening. We walk to the car we are test driving – the 2008 BMW 3 series hard top convertible. You push a button and I watch the elegant dance of the roof opening up. “Opening…. just like me” I whisper. Your bad boy grin grows on your face and I am both nervous at what you have in store for me and relieved. We aren’t done!

I sit in the passenger side and we drive off. I look at you for a clue but you just smile at me. So I close my eyes and enjoy the moment. My skin can feel the wind on it, warm and humid, matching the wetness now likely staining my silk skirt. I don’t care; a sense of freedom has come over me. Every inch of my body feels alive. I’m tingling all over. My mouth can still taste the chocolate and port, my thighs and clit still feel the sensation of your hands and fingers, my hair is calmly blowing in the wind … the stuff of dreams … the moment is perfect.

We stop and I open my eyes, we are parked by the river, a beautiful view of the hills and small sail boats still noticeable in the moonlight. The stars are out – and the breeze is strong enough that the bugs seem to be held at bay. You get out of the car and like a gentleman you open my door and help me out. We sit gingerly on the hood of the car, your arm around my waist. As romantic as this is I can’t help feel a little worried that my own needs are being forgotten.

But my fear is unwarranted – you’d never leave me hungry for more. You stand up and block my view – you press my legs apart… pull me forward and pull my top off. I look around worried that someone might see … but there is no sign of life. I feel the breeze on my hard nipples, like an extra set of hands caressing them. You’re kissing me now, leaning me down onto the warm hood of the car. You step back and enjoy the view. My skirt around my waist – my bare legs and torso against the polished metal. “Your beautiful” escapes from your lips. You lean down and place a single kiss on my clit. I give up … give in … surrender. Your tongue slides in – a most welcome guest. The hard pressure you are applying to my clit is a relief. Your finger caresses the outside of my vaginal wall; you know how sensitive I am there. I moan in delight. Your finger starts to move in – the first moment of penetration always the most powerful for me – so you know to make it slow, let me savor it. You start a slow in and out, your tongue never leaving my clit. My legs hug your head – harder and harder, that’s your cue… I’m ready … I don’t just want you – I need you! Standing above me you pull me down and “flip” me over. In the moonlight you can see my ass, round and white like the moon above, elevated, the moisture glistening in the light like a beacon. You enter me – almost savage, thrusting long and hard. I gasp and thrust back in response almost dislodging you. You grab my hips with both hands to hold me steady and watch the movement of the muscles in my back for the clue. I moan – I’m loud and all concern of being seen has fled as the intense surge of an orgasm starts to course though my body! There it is… the tense muscles, the scream … you let yourself come.

You collapse on top of me and for a time we just enjoy the evening breeze rolling over our spent bodies. Then we hear the sound of another car … and it’s time to go. The spell is broken.

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