You observed the hands that caressed his back as he opened your Mistress up, like the determined advance guard that his thumbs formed, sliding gently over the redolent flesh. She let her head tilt back onto the earth, catching her lower lip in her teeth as his tongue licked around the aureola of her breast and his hand cupped her.
She gasped for breath as he began rubbing gently, slapping the softer parts of her body gently, like the slap of the lake's waves against the bow of a distant fishing boat. Her whole body shook as his finger reached down behind her sex, to penetrate the entrance to another tight hollow, more protected and more secretive even than the moist groove between her thighs. She hissed a sharp breath as his thumb pressed into her suddenly now, the rapid penetration leaving her jerking and moaning out loud.
His index finger touched the pink pucker of her behind, teasing and tickling as his thumb pumped in and out of her and her body moved with that devilish thumb that dove into her wetness even as she would have dived into the lake.
P-please," she gasped, her body on fire.
"Yes, m'dear? What would you care to sample?"
"Everything......anything," you heard her moan as he leant back. Watch her writhe - her face so flushed. She licked her now dry lips as he motioned her to unbutton him with a commanding gesture. She sat up, her small hands moving to the buttons of his breeches, undoing them slowly. He knelt over her, his shadow, obscuring her from the sun. She peeked up as him as she slid the breeches open. His breathing slowed as he gazed down lovingly at her.
"Master....May I touch you?"
"You have permission," he responded, his voice, scarcely a whisper as her soft hands reached for his hard shaft, a toy in her hamds as little fingers gently slide up and down the base, feeling the rigidity. He looked down at her kneeling before him, watching her slowly pulling it free, then sliding her whole hand up and down, her thumb slipping over the head slowly. She leant down ever so slow and he watched the accentuating curve of her back as she began to flick the shaft with her impudent tongue, letting her wet laving swirl up and down.
He gazed at the curls of her bobbing head until the sheer pleasure of her hard working lips forced him to close his eyes, just as her mouth wrapped around the tip, slipping it slowly in. He allowed himself to run the palms of his hands down er back to her bottom and back up slowly. She let him slide into her deeper and deeper, her lips moving round the shaft, vibrating softly with her throaty moans.
"Such an accommodating girl, aren't we?" he said gleefully, watching her continue to suck the shaft letting it slide from her mouth until only the bulbous tip was contained. She looked up briefly and then let her eyes lower, her hands resting on his thighs. He smiled down at her, loving thesight that greeted his eyes as she continued to move her mouth up and down in a steady rhythm. The view of her warm lips on his hardness sent a palpitation that echoed against the fingers that opened and closed on his thighs.
His hands reached down to cup her bottom, pressing her to her suckling task. She took him ever deeper, stopping, then slowly sliding his shaft in. He watched the sucking cheeks hollowed for his pleasure as she moved her mouth up and down the now wet shaft.
"Would you have the seed in your mouth?" you heard him ask and saw your Mistress look up, answering with her eyes and continuing to suck.
"She is a greedy little pet," he laughed and moved his thighs with gusto, moaning as she sucked harder, groaning and unable to resist her passion, particularly when she slid her hands around him. Her nails seemed to bite into the backs of his thighs and he gasped, his voice taken away by that deep throat engulfing him.
"You are wonderful, my dear," he exhaled."But, now is it not your turn"
She smiled around the veined shaft, before letting it slip from her her lips, sitting back and looking up at him and falling back among the cushions that servants had left at their disposal. He spread her thighs and lay beween them to kiss her sex, but she giggled and pushed him away.
"MiLord, you will spoil your creature with too much passion," she laughed, clutching a towel, standing and then letting it drop at her feet, before turning, running and diving into the shallow waters of the lake. He turned and watched her swim out, knowing how the cool waters would calm her body.
You watched him look at her, pulling herself through the water, glancing over her shoulder at her Lord. You looked from one to the other, then closed your eyes, rolling over in the grass. Leaning on your elbows, sliding your legs up, you sat back, your toes curling in the green grass. The mistress waved and dived back into the water. You tossed your head laughing, closing your eyes momentarily, thinking of her swimming towards you, swimming to bliss. Plucking at a blade idly you could be heard to murmur to yourself: "If only wishes were dreams yet to be dreamed"
"And dreams are but wishes yet to come true, if I have a hand in it," his voice echoed back to you. You opened your eyes to find yourself looking up into his. He picked you up and carried you down to the blanket spread by the shore. Your Mistress rose up out of the water, glancing up at the Master and his burden:
"Mmmmm, Sir, another dream to be fulfilled and you will have a hand in it or soon will have, methinks...."
