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Fresh Air

photo by E.H.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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March 10, 2009 - Posted by | erotica, Outdoors, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , ,

13 Comments »

  1. Fantastic imagery. What a perfect day!! Absolutely enjoyed this one!! Can’t wait for more!!

    Comment by Silia | March 10, 2009 | Reply

    • Thank you – so glad you enjoyed it! Perhaps it was the need to remember that this never ending winter will … soon … give way to spring. That fine weather will once again return and with it … all the fun in the sun.

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | March 10, 2009 | Reply

  2. The sexiest part of that story was the author expessing her feedom as a sexual attribute. A women that is free to have such sexual prowess is the sexiest of all!

    Comment by shangol | March 10, 2009 | Reply

    • I agree! yet so often, in porn or any other form of erotica – the woman is submissive, or too dominant. Simply free and alive is what I always find most attractive.
      That, and a woman in love.

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | March 11, 2009 | Reply

  3. Hey – i really enjoyed the upbeat story and flirting spirit that you write with. I could imagine very clearly the scene as it unfolded and the climax was a good twist – wish it could have been me!

    check out my posts and let me know what you think

    RR x

    Comment by ukroadrunner | March 12, 2009 | Reply

    • Thank you so much! Feel free to come back anytime. I will go visit your blog!
      As for wishing it was you …. life is what we make it! It’s all about seeing the opportunity when it arises!
      ahmmm…. And if that fails, imagination is your friend.

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | March 12, 2009 | Reply

  4. Fantasia
    I ran across your blog by chance. Fresh air indeed!
    I’m thrilled to have found someone as talented, as honest and as hot as you writing about love.
    You have certainly brought a big smile to my heart in addition to the natural side effects of your blog.
    I will be here again and again, if you don’t mind.

    Comment by abufares | March 13, 2009 | Reply

    • Of course I don’t mind!! It is why this blog is up. I thank you, for your kind and encouraging words.

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | March 13, 2009 | Reply

  5. And by the way, I just posted about your blog on mine. Hope you don’t mind.

    Comment by abufares | March 13, 2009 | Reply

    • OMG! THANK YOU!!!

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | March 13, 2009 | Reply

  6. http://www.abufares.net

    Comment by abufares | March 13, 2009 | Reply

  7. I love your eyes.

    Comment by Charles | April 22, 2009 | Reply

    • Thank you … a poetic compliment coming from a blind man. I am blushing….

      Comment by Fantasia | April 23, 2009 | Reply


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