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Dinner By The Lake

We’ve discussed making some time together for a romantic evening out on several occasions, finally, if this all works out, I think we‘ll get it. Secretively, I’m keeping it all hushed, waiting to tell him when he gets home from work. Anticipating his arrival, I’ll meet him at the door, and whisper every-so gently in his ear, “We have the night to ourselves.” My mind, running ramped, thinking of all the things I need to get done before he gets here, I want everything to be perfect and I want to look perfect, I want him to know I’m all his tonight. This is for him. Glancing at the clock, it’s getting near the time of his arrival, I have to shower, but first, I’ll lay the cloths out I’m going to wear, thinking to myself, being a fairly warm night with a slight breeze I’ll go with the long black dress with a slit up the side. I hurriedly scamper to the closet, run my hands through my wardrobe, hoping it’s still not at the cleaners, relieved, I found it, I take it from the closet, hold it up in front of me, visualizing what I’ll look like to him wearing this, hoping he’ll be pleased. I back up, placing the dress neatly on the bed, and go to my undergarment drawer and pull out my black lacey bra and matching panties. I toss them on top the dress on the bed, and run to the shower, my time is running out. I have to make this a perfect evening. In shower, scandalizing thoughts take hold of my mind, since this night came about so fast, and I haven’t made plans, we’ll have to figure out when he gets here what we’ll do, and that captures my imagination, will he take me some place romantic? or some place wild? I wonder what he’ll want. Between the moment, and the shear fact that we finally get this night out, the warm water running down my body sends tingles to my essence. I softly rub my breast with soap, thinking, or should I say dreaming of how nice it would be to be in a wide open space with water running over our naked bodies. I closed my eyes, my finger tips begin to stroll over my nipples, hardening them, I imagined he and I high up in the mountains, tall pines all around us, we’re in a small open meadow. No one can see us, and a spring rain is falling gently over our nude bodies as we hold each other, kissing and touching each others souls, like only lovers can do. I envision his wet hair, meshed, dripping as I look in his eyes. I suddenly catch myself from my daydreaming, feeling a strong tingles between my legs. I decided I had better get out of the shower, if I don’t, my hand will wonder to my groin, and I’ll be satisfying my desires with my middle finger. Stepping out of the shower, taking a fleeting look in the mirror, I decided that tonight I would leave my hair down instead of putting it up like I usually do. I sit in front of my mirror, drying my hair, putting my makeup on, and all the while, that sensation I felt between my legs in the shower won’t go away. I haven’t had these thoughts or feeling in years. I only have a towel around me, and I’m wanting so desperately to run my hands down my thighs, and lean back and think of him taking me tonight, but, I know, as hard as it is, I have to stay on task. I go to the bedroom and put my matching undergarments on, and taking one last look at myself in the mirror before I get my dress on. I consider meeting him at the door like this, but I know if I do, we’ll never get out the door tonight. So I put my dress on, pull and tug it to look just perfect on my body for him. I want him to melt when he see me. I hear that familiar sound of his car pulling up in the drive, I do one last tidy look at myself, a brief primp of my hair and rush to the living room anxiously waiting for him to open the door. As the door opens, I stand waiting for him, and I see his face, his eyes stare in amazement, radiantly. I anticipate what he was going to say. Finally, after he gathers himself, a smile arises on his face, it‘s a greedy smile, seeing that his trophy is waiting for him, he‘s pleased. He ask in a somewhat nervous voice, “Why are you dressed so beautifully tonight hun?” I go to my plan, I walk sexually across the floor in my black high heels, lean into his ear, and whisper, “I’ve made plans for us to have a night together.” I shove away from him, and give him my Bambie eyelid flutter, saying, “Go take your shower, so we can go, kay.” I wanted so desperately to go and get in the shower with him and show him how much I desire him, but, on the other hand, I want to wait till later tonight to let him unwrap his present. Me. I sit and waited in the living room, all the while, thinking of his body in the shower. Now, I have time to think of what I want to do for tonight, and it didn’t take long for my thoughts to sway to the most romantic thoughts I have, memories of things we use to do, and it all came to me, I knew what we would do. After thirty minutes, he came back, looking better than I had ever seen him look. As we drove I could see that he was wondering where we were going and what we were doing, but I wasn’t about to tell him, yet. We went to our favorite restaurant and ordered out, then we got back in the car, teasingly, I started giving him hints where we was going, and after a while, he knew, it was the old abandoned lake we use to go to. I headed to the lake, a lake that I never understood why it was abandon, it was a beautiful lake. Oh well, I thought, it will serve my purpose for the night. I pulled into the old spot we use to stop at, overlooking the lake, with rows of trees surrounding us. The windows came down, I leaned back, closed my eyes, I could hear the breeze meandering over the water, and the tree tops swaying, it was so surreal. I opened my eyes, looking up at the sky, the clouds were beginning to roll in and I thought to myself, wouldn't it be nice if it would just come a soft and gentile rain just like my fantasy in the shower. We spread the blanket out, and ate, and enjoyed the surrounding together, I could tell he was impressed. After our meal, we decided to just lay there on the blanket and gaze at the clouds that had rolled so gracefully in. I leaned back on him in between his legs and could feel that he was already somewhat aroused. He began caressing my arms gently and then my shoulders and neck. I was beginning to feel that little tingle starting to build. I turned so our lips could meet in a soft kiss that turned deep and passionate. Locked in a kiss, he slipped the strap to my dress down and ran his hand slowly down inside my bra, teasing my nipple. My hand reached down to feel the budge in his pants, making me shiver with excitement. Every time his hand would touch my breast, squeezing them, I would feel him throb, and twitch through his jeans. He was acting like we did when we first met, almost nervous, I could feel him shiver as his hand slid up my thigh, under my dress and he teased me, bringing his hand close to my waiting slit, and he would back off. Finally, he slipped his hand over to the silky lace panties feeling my wetness. His finger begin to tease my clit over my panties, lightly at times, and then forcefully, rubbing it. I slid my hand to unbutton his jeans, as I unzipped his pants, I could see his throbbing manliness waiting to be pleased. I slid slowly down to his neck, licking and softly teasing him with my teeth, gradually moving downward, looking up into his eyes, flirtatiously, as my head began going down to his hard manliness. I teased at first, lightly touching the head with my tongue, causing him to let out a soft moan. I began to tease more, rolling my tongue over his head and at times nibbling a little with my teeth. My hand took his shaft, I gave him one more glance, letting off a little wink, I slowly cupped my lips over his head, gradually taking my mouth down his shaft until it was fully in my mouth, I watches as his head slung back, letting out a louder moan of pleasure. With my hand firmly moving up and down his shaft while I sucked his member, I could feel the head of it begin to twitch, and I knew I had to pull my head back, so he didn’t release it so soon. I still had plans. He pulled me away, stood me up, and slipped my cloths off, leaving us both naked and standing in front of each other. A sprinkle of rain hit me, and I started to feeling a few more, my fantasy was all about to come true. He looked my body over, and I could see his member twitch and grow as he stared at me, it was clear my body was turning him on. Our eyes met, and we started to kiss again. The rain started coming down more fluently. Our hair was soaked, our nude bodies were slippery, and we slowly slid back down to the wet blanket. He went slowly from our kissing down to my left nipple, then to my right nipple, grasping them in his hand firmly as he adored them, sucking hard at times, pulling them up from my chest with his lips. He then teased my left nipple, twirling his finger lightly around it. While teasing the other one with his tongue, sucking hard, and nibbling on my nipple with his teeth, knowing that drives me crazy. He rolled over on me, while I remained on my back, he arched his back, and began to take his shaft with his hand and tease my clit with it, slightly rubbing the head of his penis over it, he knew by the way I was raising my hips, I wanted him in me. He slightly guided the head of his penis in me, and pulled it out, sending my body into vibrations. He was holding himself up on one stiff arm, while he watched himself teasing my clit with his shaft, I grabbed his back, pulling him down, I couldn’t take it anymore, his shaft slid firmly up in me, spreading my lips apart, I could feel his shaft sliding over my clit with each stroke, I begged him to do it hard, his pumping became more progressed. I could feel the head of his penis up in me, and we both grabbed each other, holding our bodies together firmly as we both climaxed at the same time. I could feel every twitch and jerk from the head of his penis as he lost his warm cum in me, my eyes rolled back in my head as I hit one orgasm after another. Sending my body into uncontrollable convulsions. He pressed it hard and deep in me, as his fluid began to mingle with mine. My body relaxed, and he collapsed on me, with his head laying on my shoulder. My eyes opened, and I watched the rain drops hit my face, as I held him tightly with his manliness still in me. I could still feel his penis make it’s last few jerks of release, gradually stopping. I felt like I was in heaven, then again, maybe I am.

Midnight Swim

It was nearing midnight. One last swim in the pool wouldn’t hurt anyone. She really needed it. It was hot and humid. Stifling inside the hotel room, even with the air conditioner running full blast. She wished he would come soon, she wanted him. With one last glance at the door, she went into the sterile white bathroom and pulled her nearly dry bikini down from the shower rod. Pinning her hair up on her head, with a silent promise that she wouldn’t get it wet this time. The chlorine in the pool was really strong. A few tendrils brushed against her neck as she tied the halter style top. She donned the bottoms of her bikini. She stood back in the mirror for a few minutes, looking at herself. The high cut of her bottoms made her legs look longer, the halter pulled her breasts up showing just a shadow of cleavage. The air conditioner was blowing cold air on her, goosebumps rose on her skin, making her nipples press against the clammy inside of her top. Biting her lip softly to fight the chatter of her teeth, she grabbed a to small towel from the shelf over the toilet in the bathroom, then her red vynyl bag off of the table top containing her key and other items stowed in there for every occasion that may arise.. Slipping out the door, she heard the automatic lock click when she shut it. A blast of humidity hit her in the face She rubbed her eye with the heel of her hand and walked the short pathway to the elevator. It whirred slowly as she rode it to the roof. A soft ding announced her arrival, breaking the silence in the car. She left the car and walked toward the fenced area where the large pool was. Her hand pulled on the white gate, the padlocked clanked against it. She frowned, slightly perturbed that anyone would lock the pool. She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. With a small laugh of triumph she went inside. Dropping her things deckside, she slid into the pool. The water was cold despite the heat outside. She sighed, beginning to feel relaxed. The only sound was the smooth strokes of her arms cutting through the water. He saw her glide across the water her head kept carefully above. She stopped in the middle of the pool. In the deepest part, treading the water to stay afloat. Her senses were alert to another prescense. Her lover? Hope swelled in her breast, her heart beat a little faster. “Are you going to join me?” she broke the silence between them. “I don’t have a suit,” he called back his voice was muffled by the darkness. The moon was shining high overhead. High and full. If only he would step closer then she could see his face. “Why do you need a suit? Theres no one here but you and I,” she sent him a challenge. He chuckled from deep in his chest. “Do you have your suit on?” he asked. “I think that you already know the answer to that,” she started to swim again, staying still in the water was making her shiver. “Stop swimming,” he said. “Oh but its to cold for me not to move, I’ll surely freeze since you aren’t coming in,” she was pouting. He could hear it in her voice and in his mind he could see her mouth contorting into the pout he loved so much. She was swimming again, this time away from him. “Alright, I’ll join you.” He gave in. Easily, she thought. Most definately to easily. “You will?” she asked. “On one condition,” he nodded even though she couldn’t see it. “Well?” she took a breath, a loud splash as her hand slapped the water. She was treading water again, he listened to her breathing. “What condition?” she demanded, itching with curiousity now. He was teasing her. “I’ll swim with you if you’ll throw your suit on deck,” he finally said. She mulled over this for a few seconds. Of course she would do it and he knew it. “But what if someone comes?” she feigned timidness. He laughed at her mock modesty. His zipper rasped as it slid down. “You first,” she said, slowly tugging at the strings of her halter top. In her minds eyes she could see his pants, jeans...no not jeans, khakis maybe hitting the deck with a small clack as the button bounced on to the cement. He would pick them up and fold them nicely over the back of a chair. Then his shirt. Buttoned to nearly the top, letting some of the crisp blonde hairs on his chest poke free. He’d start with cuffs, pulling them open. Then with the buttons on the front of his shirt. She liked undressing him. She liked to run her fingers down his chest, to dart her tounge over his nipples. To move her mouth down his neck and over his lips, never quite letting him catch her. She liked kissing down his stomach further and further until she kneeled in front of him, her hands stopped on the fasten of his pants. He would look down and watch her. Watch her fingers move slowly over his erection, pressing hard against the zipper. Straining to be free and in her. In her mouth, with her tongue sliding back and forth up and down the shaft. In her hot moist pussy, that fit him a like a velvet glove. “Your turn,” he broke into her thoughts bringing her back to her swim. The top of her bikini hit the deck with a wet slap and the bottoms were slingshotted to his feet. “All ready,” she started swimming again. She heard his feet across the deck to the deep end of the pool. She saw him pose for a dive, his hands over his head, pointed slightly down. His erection standing straight out. He dove. Gliding under the surface deeper into the shadowy depths until she couldn’t see him any more. All was quiet. She held her breath, waiting for him to come up for air. A sharp tug on her ankle made her scream in surprise. Her pulse fluttering beneath her skin like a trapped butterfly. He came up in front of her. His hands floating behind her. One move and she would be pressed against him, her legs tangled with his as they struggled to keep them both afloat. His tongue moved over her neck swiftly. She tasted of chlorine and something else. Something that was uniquely her. She propelled her arms to take her back, out of his grasp. She laughed in surprise and secret delight when he grabbed her ankle pulling her to him. Pressed against him, she tread her arms as he tread his legs. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, his arms around hers. He moved a little. His cock grazing against her slit. Her laugh turned to a moan. She rested her lips against his shoulder. He moved again. Her mouth opened, and her moan was warm against his skin. He felt her tongue slide over the droplets of water within its reach. Gently he pushed her away, then pulled her arm. A silent signal to follow him. She followed him until she saw he was standing easily. Her feet touched the slightly rough bottom. The water just barely covering her breasts. He reached out, touching one of her nipples. It beaded even tighter under his caressing thumb. He sought out the other with his mouth. She gasped at the contrast of his mouth and the water. Hot and cold. Her hands held tightly to his elbows as he pushed her further onto her back. He stopped. Pulling her so she was nearer to him. He directed her arms around his neck. His mouth met hers with demands. His tongue demanded, as it pushed through the seal of her lips. He stroked her tongue with his. Her fingers twined themselves in his hair. Pushing him closer to her. He turned, pressing her against the wall. Pushing her legs apart and himself into her. She moaned, squeezing the walls of her tight entrance around him. He moved against her. Tiny pockets of air popping between them, breaking against her clit. She squeezed his cock again, inside of her. He groaned from deep within his throat. She felt it against her mouth. She wiggled a little, situating herself more comfortably against him. He graoned again and she couldn’t stifle a small moan. “Yes,” she whispered as he thrust harder into her, making her bump against the wall. He was beginning to spiral, she knew it. She was controlling it. He thrust into her again. “Yes, more yes.... yes..” her sighs and moans were coming out fast. Her breathing was turning more shallow. “Oh yes.” Faster faster faster. She always did this to him. Never allowing him to take his time to make it last for her. He was under her control. He knew it. She was beginning to come. Strong spasms rocked her body against his. She felt as though she were flying. Her eyes opened, finding him staring at her. Absorbing her climax. He felt a burst of cum through him into her. Her muscles squeezing him tightly in climax. Still coming. His was like molten lava inside of her. Making her shiver as she indulged in it. Liking it inside of her. She sighed softly as the last of her spasms ended. One more thrust, one more burst and it would be over for him. She was beginning to relax around him. She tensed feeling one last burst from him. He was breathing slowly. Catching his breath. She felt his breath on her neck as she closed her eyes and laid her cheek against his shoulder. He slid his arms under her, walking her to the steps in the shallow end. She snuggled tightly against him as the night air brushed her bare skin. He walked the deck to her towel. Rubbing it lightly over her skin as she sleepily held onto him for balance. He slipped her arms into his shirt, it hung open to her thighs. He buttoned it enough for her to be covered. Not bothering with the towel he pulled on his khakis. Zipping them, forgoing the button. Her arms slid around his neck as his arms caught her up against his chest. She yawned and lay against him. Her bag hanging from the crook of his elbow. She could hear the soft whirring of the elevator as they rode down to their floor. Her eyes stayed closed. He liked her when she was sleeping. Especially in his arms. She could never be close enough. He unlocked the door and carried her to the bed. It had been turned down. She slid willing under the covers, turning for a minute from her back to her side then to her other side. Curled into a tight ball. He folded his pants over the back of the chair, near her bag. Staring at her in his bed. She felt the bed dip slightly as he slipped in beside her. She uncurled and pressed herself against him, sighing softly as his arms slid automatically around her and his head onto the pillow she lay upon. “I love you,” he whispered in her hair. She shifted closer, murmuring back. “I love you too.”

The Lake

Each year I take my kids to the lake. We rent a cabin, play a lot of golf, swim and do whatever we feel like. The days are great and filled with activities but the nights are a different story. I've been divorced for eight years and really haven't had time to date much. Taking care of the kids was and is my priority. During the summer the nights are usually fairly warm at the lake. The swimming area is usually pretty dark at night. Lots of times I go down to the docks of the swimming area and sit out on the end of one of them. Sometimes if I get a little daring I take some of my clothes off. I'm a fairly attractive man. I stand almost 6 feet tall and weigh a slender but athletic 190 pounds. I've got soft blue eyes and a quick smile. I get a lot of compliments on my butt and legs especially when I wear shorts. This particular night was very warm. The temperature was still in the high 80's and I couldn't sleep. I had dozed a little but ended up waking up to a sensual dream leaving me feeling erotic and horny to say the least. After laying there for a little bit I decided to go down to the beach. It was just after midnight. I figured no one would be around so I pulled on a pair of shorts over my briefs and headed out. It was a really calm night with the moon just about full. I knew the moon would light up the swimming area some but I thought, "What the Heck". When I got to the swimming area I looked to make sure no one was around. I walked out to the end of the dock and sat down. Convinced I was all alone I undid my shorts and slid them off. My penis was already a little hard and formed a rather nice sight in the moonlight. After a few minutes of thinking about it I slid my briefs off. As the moon danced on the water I suddenly felt the urge to swim naked out to the raft. I slid off the end of the dock into the cool water. While a little cool the water had an unusually wonderful feel against my naked body. I swam for the raft feeling free and yet wanting so badly to have someone with me. I climbed up the ladder of the raft my body dripping with lake water from my swim. My penis partially hard stuck out a little making for quite the sight in the light of the moon. I sat down on the raft and stared out over the moonlit water. After a bit I laid back and thought about the times I had swum at night with some of the guys and girls I used to work with at this very camp. One night in particular came back to me. Two girls had talked me in to going skinny dipping with them. We were too young to get really crazy but we did enjoy seeing each other naked. Suddenly.....my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sloshing water. I sat up rather startled and looked around. "Oh, I'm sorry" I heard a female voice say, "I didn't know there was anyone out here." Peering up over the ladder of the raft was the head of a lady. Her hair was slicked back from swimming through the water and I could make out a faint smile on her face. "Mind if I come up?" she asked. "UMMMM...er.. I....well," I said. "I sort of didn't expect anyone to be out here." "Me either," she replied. "May I come up?" she asked again. "Well I sort of don't have anything on," I said realizing suddenly that I was in a rather peculiar situation. "I don't mind if you don't," came the reply. "Besides," she continued, "it's sort of dark anyway." "Come on up, then," I said as I sat up and pulled my legs up close. As she got up on the raft I could see that she had on a white bikini. She quickly sat down on the raft pulling her knees up close to her body. We both sat quietly for a moment not quite sure what to do next. "My name is Renee," she said quietly. "And you are?" "Embarrassed," I replied with a chuckle. "Don't be." she smiled. "Actually, I had planned to do the same thing, but chickened out. I think it's neat that you had the guts to take everything off." After a moment of silence I said, "I'm Rob. This isn't my normal behavior but something about the lake has an unusual effect on me." "Iknow what you mean," she replied, "I couldn't sleep tonight and felt the pull to come down and go swimming. I waited a long time thinking that I would have the swimming area all to myself." "Sorry about that" I said. "Don't be" she laughed. "Actually this makes it a little better. What fun would it be to do this all by yourself." After that we talked and shared things about ourselves and our kids. Like me she was divorced and had brought her two boys up to the lake for a vacation. Her mother had come along and was in the cabin with the two boys. Like me her days were very busy and this was some alone time that she relished and was taking advantage of. She smiled several times as we talked and as she became more at ease, stretched out her legs and leaned backed with her arms behind her. She appeared to be tall and slender with a rather nice build. Her swimsuit seemed to be rather sheer and I could make out a slight bulge in her top about where her nipples would be. "I haven't seen a white bikini in a long time," I said surprised at my brashness. "Actually, this isn't a bikini. I was going to skinny dip but chickened out and wore my bra and panties." She caught my eyes looking at her body and a smile broke out on her face. "Kinda see through isn't it", she laughed. "Not as see through as mine," I replied. After an awkward silence she sighed. "I wish I would've been braver." In my mind I was thinking the same thing. I wish she would've been braver too. Feeling a little braveness of my own I stretched out my legs and leaned back in the same style she was sitting. As I did so I noticed she was trying to be polite but still wanted to catch a glimpse. I wasn't completely hard but there was definitely some swelling there. The way the moon was shining I'm sure she could tell. "Nice", she smiled. "What's nice?" I asked. "Sorry", she said. "I took a peek." A little embarrassed but pleased I said, "I like what I see too." She smiled. We sat for a moment quietly. After a bit she sat forward with her legs still stretched out. She looked at me several times like she was going to speak but didn't. Finally I asked, "Were you going to say something?" "Yes, but I chickened out," she said softly. "It's okay," I reassured. "This is our time to relax so you can do just that." She smiled but was quiet. "Okay, I'm going to ask." "Good", I replied. "Since I chickened out earlier would it bother you if I took my bra off?" she asked rather nervously. "Be my guest", I said trying to not sound too anxious. I watched as she reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. She expertly let it slide down and off her front. She smiled at me nervously knowing that I was enjoying the show. "There", she said. "I've been wanting to take it off for quite awhile now." "I'm glad you did. Now I don't feel quite so conspicuous", I quipped. "You have beautiful breasts". "I can't believe I said that. I'm sorry", I fumbled. "To be honest I kinda like it that I'm out here and being seen. I guess that I've fantasized about this a lot but never thought it would happen like this." she said matter of factly. "Me too", I said. "Mind if I take a good look?" she suddenly asked rather bravely. "Long as you don't mind me looking back at you", I grinned. I spread my legs a little and felt myself getting harder. I noticed that her nipples were also very hard now also. "I guess we can't hide a lot right now", she laughed. "Yeah, I guess not", I said with a little laugh. We sat for awhile gazing at each others bodies I'm sure thinking what it would be like to touch or feel each other, but neither one of us said anything. Finally she broke the silence. "I guess I'd better get back before they come looking for me". "Me too", I replied. She stood up and began to stretch a little. I stood up and as I did saw her look down. " You're even bigger than I thought," she laughed. "I really can't hide it now", I said. I could tell neither one of us really wanted to leave but both felt like we should at this point. I was really wanting to touch her or feel her up against me or at least tell her that. "Shall we go on the count of three"? she asked. "Maybe", I replied. "Maybe"? she quizzed. Suddenly I felt brave. "Can I give you a hug before we go"? I asked tentively. "I'd like that", she smiled. She moved toward me a little so I thought what the heck. I moved closer and reached out for her. She came willingly at this point and I slid my arms around her slender but shapely body. I felt her breasts push up against my chest and she let her bottom come close enough to feel my hardness. I pulled her closer and gave her a firm squeeze. For a moment our bodies pressed against each other. I felt her instinctively push her bottom up against my hard penis and move a little to say I'm here. I think neither one of us wanted to let go but being the gentleman I said, "Thankyou. It feels so good to touch someone again." "I know what you mean", she smiled. "Thanks for the talk and the .........you know." she said with a giggle. I smiled. We moved to the edge of the raft. Suddenly, she said, "Oh what the hell!" In the blink of an eye she pulled off her panties tossed them to me and dove in the water. I quickly slid them over my arm so as not to lose them. I picked up her bra that she left in her haste and dove in after her. She quickly got to the dock and started up the ladder. She was at the top just before I reached the dock. As I climbed the ladder I noticed she had picked up her towel and had begun to dry off. I climbed up the ladder and said, "You may want these". "So where is your stuff", she asked. "On the end of the dock over there", I replied. "She quickly walked to my things and picked up my briefs. "Mind if I keep these as a souvenir"? Smiling, I replied "Not if I can keep yours". "There all yours!" she said with a laugh. She tossed me her towel picked up her shirt and began to pull it on. I watched as she slid it down over her full breasts. "I'm going to need my towel after you get done drying off. I forgot I didn't wear any shorts down here and now that you've got my panties........." Feeling brave I quipped, "It'll cost you another hug". "Ummmm...", she said, "Thought you'd never ask". I walked over close to her and set the towel on the bench. This time we both moved close and embraced. As I pulled her close I could feel her breathing quicken a bit. This time she slid her arms around me and pulled me close. I felt myself get hard really fast and was almost embarrassed as my penis stiffened right against her bare pussy. She parted her legs a little making room for my hardness. Instinctively she pulled her head back a little and our eyes met. Her eyes went to my lips and mine to hers as if asking for a kiss. We leaned forward and our lips met. We kissed a little. "Oh, God", she moaned. "I've missed this so much". We continued to kiss letting our tongues meet. As our kiss grew more passionate our breathing also grew more intense. By now our bottoms were working up against each other and I could feel an intense warmness down there. I slid my hands across her bottom and up her back just under her shirt. As we kissed our hands became more active and before I knew it I was pulling her shirt up. Still kissing she raised her hands inviting me to lift her shirt off. We parted just long enough for the shirt to go. Quickly she pressed back against me this time not hiding what she was thinking and wanting. She ground her mound against my swollen penis. A little moan said it all. Fumbling for the towel she threw it down on the dock. Still kissing we dropped to our knees. Without warning she pulled me over and we fell to the dock. She quickly positioned herself and pulled me on top of her. Our tongues quickly met and I could feel my hardness pressing against her. I felt her hand reach down and take my penis. She began to massage but quickly moved the head toward her wet opening. As my penis moved against her I felt her thrust her hips forward gasping as she did so. Her hands locked on my bottom and I knew this was the moment we both had been thinking about on the raft. I felt myself penetrating into her warm wetness. Shocks of electricity swept through my body. She lunged upward taking me completely inside. I slid my arms up under hers and pressed firmly against her heaving breasts. Our bodies still wet from our swim began to melt together in heated passion. We quickly found a rhythm that sent us reeling into deeper passion. We kissed deeply as I stroked in and out of her. Her body began to tense and tremble. I knew she was ready to explode. I drove deep within her confines and felt my penis begin to pulse oozing drops of love juice into her warmth. "Do me all the way", she panted. "Do me good". With that I could no longer contain myself and exploded filling her with every ounce I could muster. Her body trembled with her own explosive orgasm and we clutched each other so tightly we seemed to be just one solid mass of lustful flesh. She pushed her opening hard against me engulfing every inch of me deep inside herself. I pushed back hard wanting to go in deeper than I ever thought possible. She gasped suddenly. Panting she pulled me harder unleashing another powerful orgasm causing her to jerk hard against me. I pulled back and slammed hard against her suddenly feeling like I could explode again. Totally unaware of anything but her pulsing body I pounded harder and deeper into her beautiful womaness. AS I felt her fingers dig into my skin I exploded. Powerful convulsions rocked our bodies as we ground our pubic bones into each other. Wetness streamed down the insides of our thighs and beads of perspiration slid off of our hot sutry bodies. She pulled me tighter as her body shook and trembled from still another orgasm. After what seemed like an eternity I felt her body start to relax. We rolled over me still inside of her and lay for a long time letting the night air cool our bodies. I stroked her hair gently while she lay limply on top of me. After quite some time had gone by I heard her whisper softly, "I wish this moment would never end". Somehow I thought to myself that this moment truly will never end. How could I ever forget something so wonderful.

15 By 3 Inch Story

"I got a new Dildo from "Kathleen's Collection", it's 15 inches long , and 3 inches thick! You know how I like that stuffed full feeling, but this time I think I've met my match." "I ordered it for a new challenge, and to suprise my husband when he returns. So far I haven't had much luck, I can only get about half of the head in --- not that I don't cum like mad trying, but it is a bit frustrating; perhaps I need a bit more motivation, what do you think Karen, am I finally over the deep end?" "Don't be silly, I think I have just the right solution to your problem," you say with a grin, "besides, I've been wanting to try this on you for quite awhile." You lead me to the bedroom and tell me to get undressed. My usual assortment of toys and lubes is strewn about the headboard, but on the pillow awaits my new toy. You walk over to it as I undress. "This thing is huge" you say as you try to wrap your hand around the shaft, "I think I can do it for you though, you'll have to trust me completely." A twinge of excitment runs through me, the thought of wrapping my lips finally around that massive shaft has me wet already, not to mention your choice of words. Of course I trust you, but the mysterious tone in your voice tells me I'm in for something a little different. You lay me on my back in the middle of the bed, and put a pillow underneath me. This raises my hips and my pierced pussy eagerly awaits your touch. "We'll start slow at first, I need to warm you up and relax those muscles for the main event." You pour a generous amount of lube directly on my already soaked pussy and begin rubbing it all over, even down the inside of my thighs."I'm already pretty wet Karen, you've got me pretty horny with your talk" "You'll need it, trust me. This is about limits, and tonight you're going beyond what you thought yours were." Your hands begin a deliberate massage of the muscles surrounding my pussy, the feeling is wonderful and I begin rocking my hips slowly -- thinking about your words as a curious mix of excitement, suspense and maybe a bit of fear envelopes me. Suddenly you enter me with two fingers of both hands, gliding easily into my soaking over-wet flesh hole. You curve your fingers and rake them across my inner muscles, forcing them to submit and open. I can feel them give way to your steady opening pressure, and my clit begins to throb and pulse as it swells. As your massage continues you begin to pull outward, opening me with a steady deliberate force. One hand's fingers twist around and up beneath my pubic bone. You rub forcefully as another finger enters. My G-spot begins to swell, revealing its location, and your expert fingers home in on target. You pull one hand out and rub the heel of its palm into my mound, rubbing my hood over my clit while your other hand digs deeper to surround my g-spot with warm sensations. I feel like I have to pee, but you assure me that the sensation is only temporary, and it will pass. You now have four fingers deep inside my quivering pussy, relentlessly stroking my g-spot in tight , hard circles while your other hand rubs my mound feverishly. My clit is stone hard beneath the force of your palm, and my hips rock in a twisting, thrusting motion, begging more from your touch, trying to enclose your hand in the hot folds of my cunt. With no warning, I'm suddenly about to cum - one of those quick, short fast ones I get from such intense initial stimulation. There hasn't been time to slowly build to one of my body quaking orgasms, but who's complaining! My pussy clenches in quick short bursts as the waves of orgasm crash on my body. I notice, barely, that with each spasm as my pussy muscles relax, you're forcing your hand deeper into me. My pussy admits you freely, since you've timed your thrusts so well, but it's almost an involuntary act. I haven't the will to stop you or incourage you, I'm just there, experiencing it. My orgasm is over, but you continue rubbing hard against my clit and g-spot. The sensation is overpowering -- after I cum my clit gets hypersensitive, and continued stimulation is too much for me, it almost hurts."Ohh Ohhh, slow down, gently--gently, let me catch my breath" But you don't stop."Trust me" you say , with a wicked grin. My hips are bucking wildly, trying to release(I think) my clit from its oversensitized state. I'm kind of giddy, and can't really tell if my mind's commands are getting through to my pussy. Sometimes it seems as if its hungrily begging for more, and each thrust of my hips serves only to drive you deeper and harder on target. My mind is swimming out of control. The tables turn, and suddenly I'm aware that what pain there is gets mixed with the pleasure in such a way as to intensify it. This is a new door for me, I didn't know I was capable of this level of pleasure, and my mind begins to accept it (as my body already has!!) "Well that should do for a warm up" you say as you reach into a bag you've brought with you. You bring out a set of wrist and ankle cuffs - fleece lined, a length of rope, and 6 small gold chains. "trust me now" After securing the cuffs to my ankles and wrists, you begin to attach the ropes. I've played at light bondage before, but this time I'm again filled with a curious sense of excitement, fear and anticipation. What new level of pleasure awaits me, and can I handle It? You secure my wrists to the headboard, and pull the ankle ropes through the headboard and back over from behind. As you pull on the ropes, they slowly lift my legs up and over my head. Soon my legs are spread widely and pulled over my head, the ankles forced down to bed level and held securely by the ropes. My ankles are at the same level as my ears - its a good thing I'm pretty limber, but even then my muscles are definitely straining. My whole body is now bent in half, with the effect that my eager pussy is completely helpless and vulnerable to whatever you have in mind. You pour another healthy dose of lube, and it drips slowly down my pussy to my ass. You take my butt plug, turn it on and slowly work it into my tight ass, gently rubbing my clit all the while. The mix of sensations from my clit and ass soon encourage my muscles to relax and the plug is seated firmly between my cheeks, buzzing away dreamily. "Now we agree on a code word, if you say this word at any time I'll stop, but don't use the word unless you absolutely have to" You tell me later that you picked a word that would be purposefully hard to remember, let alone say in the heat of the moment, to ensure that I'd only use it if absolutely neccessary. You begin by rubbing the lube all over my ass checks and pussy. Then you attach a gold chain to each of my pussy rings (two on each labia and two on my clit hood) You then stretch the labia chains around my thighs and secure them, attaching the clit hood chains to my garter belt. My whole pussy is now stretched wide open and my clit is a swollen fully exposed red nub. With my labia pulled out of the way, the eager muscles around my cunt can be seen clasping in anticipation of your entry. You grab the dildo and lube up the tremendous shaft until it's dripping with lube, then hold the tube to my cunt hole and squeeze lube directly into my sticky cunt. I'm worked into a frenzy now, I want to do it this time, I can't wait for you to plunge that fat thing up my cunt. I'm like an animal driven mad with desire and lust, and I beg you to fuck me soon! You smile knowingly and place the head at my opening. With slow deliberate pressure you begin entering my quivering hole. No folds of flesh to drag against the shaft or get tugged inside by its thickness, just a 3 inch shaft forcing directly against my cunt hole, steadily forcing it open wider. At first there's no resistance, I'm absolutely soaked with lube and the head enters easily at first. Your one hand firmly coaxing my inner thigh muscles to submit while your other hand keeps a steady pressure on that massive dildo. Soon, unbelievably, the head is in me. I'm completely helpless but I try to rock my hips to help it in further. The temperature must hve climbed 10 degrees, 'cause I'm getting slippery with sweat. I'm very near a powerful orgasm and you know it. You push the dildo forward slightly and my gaping straining cunt swallows another two inches. Your free hand is now working my exposed clit directly with a small vibe. I'm ready to cum, but suddenly it feels like the dildo has hit a barrier, almost as if another wall of muscle deep within my pussy is unwilling to let it pass through. You feel this resistance and push firmly against it. A shot of pain runs through me and I jump. "stop -- it won't go any more, wait a minute!" "You've only taken about 4 inches Lisa, and I can tell your hungry cunt wants it all!! -------- trust me" You push again --"ow" i shout, "right there" you whisper, "keep it right there and work it, open that cunt and wrap it around that cock,---let it in now, just work it through" You're working the dildo in short thrusts against my inner muscles. each time you pull out it feels as if steel springs are squeezing around the shaft and shooting it out of me, and each time you push in that muscle wall reluctantly starts to give way. I'm riding high again, about to come like never before, and you're ready for me. As I start to moan you pick up the pace of your short thrusts, going just a fraction deeper each time. My body has a mind of its own, as my helpless cunt tries both to eject this massive intruder and to impale itself further along its massive shaft. "I'm going to cum, oh my god I'm going to cum hard!!" I shout, fighting against my bonds to work my quaking cunt against the dildo. "That's it, cum Lisa!, cum all over that thing!, open that cunt and wrap it around that cock!, swallow that cock deep inside that cunt and cum! As the first wave of orgasm hits me you start plunging the dildo deep inside my cunt; it has no choice but to obey, and each spasm clutches tightly against that impossible shaft. I'm cumming with a force never imagined, and my head begins to swim as my body is wracked with stronger convulsions. I'm cummimg long and hard, there's no end in sight, and my mind is about to go as I sense another orgasm building up behind this one. This one isn't even over yet and I'm about to have another one!! Fear and lust battle for the lead as my swimmimg mind slowly slips away, leaving pure lust to hungrily soak up impossibly intense, unrelenting pleasure. Finally, after how many? my body can't handle any more, my whole being is soaked with pleasure and sweat; every muscle drained of energy, and I collapse in a puddle of quivering flesh. You slowly withdraw the massive rubber cock, it makes a sucking sound as air rushes in my open, pulsing, swollen, grateful cunt. You gently run your fingers through my hair, cradling my head and soothing my near hysteria. "See silly, I knew you could do it!

Show In The Park

“I wonder if she knows?” the man sitting so still on the bench, his eyes firmly fixed upon the sight of the blonde laying on the grass, her knees drawn up to her chin as she read into the thick looking book. He wondered if she knew that she was revealing her white panties, if she knew that the panties on show fitting tightly, snugly, showing off her lips? Carol, at the age of 38 sat there on the grass, her knees drawn up. Over the top of the book, she could see the man on the bench, no further than 12 feet away, separated only by the concreted path, splitting the pieces of park grass. She could see his eyes were fixed upon the show she was allowing him to see. She looked, through the dark sunglasses, looked at the reaction she caused. Teasingly, she moved, turning over. Her legs opened further as she turned onto her stomach. “Jeez” he whispered as he saw her moving, as he saw her legs part open even further, as he saw the white panties dig deeper into her pussy lips. He felt the rising in his pants, the rising of excitement. Carol chuckled as she brought her toes off of the floor, kicking her heels to her buttocks, with the full knowledge that the action of her doing that, would yet again, let him see the white panties. She wanted him to see, she wanted him to gain an erection, to think of her as he stroked himself, as he came over his hand. “Fuck” he said as his hand fell to his groin, his fingers clutching his cock. Nervously, he looked around, plenty of people walking around, too many people walking around. How he wanted to get his throbbing cock out, stand over her, stroke and cum over her white panties. Carol kicked her legs up and down, it looked so innocent, but designed to have the desired affect of showing him those white tight panties, the ones that now fitted snugly, snugly into the folds of her pussy lips. She flipped the pages of the book she was reading, albeit reading sparsely, not really taking the words in to her minds eye. That, her minds eye, was too busy, conjuring up her next move. Yes, she wanted to show him her pussy lips. She wanted him to see the wet spot that formed. Her nipples were solid and aching. Such tender nipples, nipples that loved attention, soft attention, then HARD attention. Carol turned over onto her back again. She held the book high as she lay there, her knees started to part, the dress slipped higher on her thighs. She smiled to herself from behind the book. He watched her turning, watched the way her knees parted as she lay there. His fingers closed around the cock, contained in his jeans. It was begging for release, begging to be stroked, sucked. It was throbbing and begging. He continued to watch her, the teasing actions she was going through, the way her knees parted a little more, the dress, falling down her thighs. The panties, digging into her pussy lips. How he wanted to get closer. Carol lifted the book slightly higher, enabling her to sneak a look at her onlooker. She saw his hand, saw it rubbing at his crotch. She gasped, for at even at the distance she was away, she could see that it was huge. Carol continued to look at his big hand, groping, gripping and rubbing that big cock. She felt herself getting wetter, felt her nipples aching even more than before. How she now, wanted to release her 34C breasts, let him see her full breasts, her hard nipples. How she wanted him to stand over her, watch him jack his cock, watch the cum spurting, hitting her breasts, coating her aching nipples. She parted her knees further, dug her buttocks harder on the grass, trying to rub the dull ache between her legs. All she managed to do, was to pull her panties tighter into her pussy lips.. She let out a low moan as she watched him. His hand rubbed over the bulge in his jeans, his fingers gripped his cock as he watched her, this blonde, laying no more than 12 feet away from the bench he sat upon, her legs open, her panties, hugging her pussy lips, letting him see the panties sneaking inside her lips. He watched her teasing ways, the way she wiggled her ass, the way the panties slipped, revealing her dampness. His hand rubbed the engorged cock, he felt the blood pumping through. He looked around as he unzipped his jeans, looked left and right as he slipped his hand inside, covering himself with the magazine he had been reading. It was dangerous, he knew he could have his ass hauled off to the jail. The risk was going to be worth it. He HAD to feel his cock. He HAD to grasp it. He HAD to try and stroke it as he looked at the display of her pussy. He stopped, did he hear her moaning? Did she moan? Was SHE watching him now? His hand started to move, slowly, up and down his throbbing cock, his eyes, fixed, so firmly on her pussy. Carol looked as he placed the magazine on his lap. She smiled as she realized why. She had visions of him stroking his cock as he looked at her. She loved to watch a man tugging and stroking his cock. She placed the book on the grass, sat up and looked directly at him. She smiled as she him stopping, heard him coughing, trying to cover the fact that is cock was out, that his hand was sliding up and down on his shaft. She smiled at him as she too looked around. A clear coast, no-one looking at her as she slipped her hand inside her legs. She watched his eyes dropping to that motion, watched his face turn red as her fingers stroked her lips, pressing the material deeper inside them. She watched him lift the magazine, revealing his cock, his hard throbbing cock, his big cock. Carol stared at it, stared as his hand moved up and down. She gasped as she saw the swollen angry looking tip, her fingers pulled her panties to one side, revealing to him and to him alone, her bare pussy lips, freshly waxed pussy, lips devoid of pubic hair, lips that were wet. She watched him, he watched her. She watched him stroking his cock, his thick fingers closing around the equally thick shaft. He watched her, watched her pull the panties to one side, watched as she slipped a finger inside the pink moist pussy lips. He felt himself coughing as he saw her looking at him, then he let out a groan as he saw her pushing the material of her panties into her pussy. He returned her smile as he lifted the magazine. He watched her eyes drop to his cock, watched her mouth open as she saw it. He let out another moan as he watched her slipping the panties to one side. He looked as her pussy came into view, he watched as she slipped a finger inside herself. His hand started to move faster, quicker. He needed to cum, he wanted to cum. He wanted to slide his throbbing cock into that pussy, the pussy that he was looking at as her finger slid in and out. He wanted to fuck her. His hand moved faster, he squeezed his cock as he continued to look at her, at the show she was giving him, as she performed for him. He wanted that pussy. Carol slid her finger in and out of her soaking pussy, she felt herself getting wetter with his every stroke, with her every insertion of her finger. Her finger now matching the pace of his hand, the hand holding that cock, the cock she wanted to suck, the cock she wanted to fill her, the cock she wanted to watch as it erupted, all over his hand, a hand she wanted to be pressed against her breast, fingers on that hand, pinching her nipple, tugging her nipple, twisting her nipple. She looked around again. Clear. No-one looking, no-one watching her, apart from the stroker of the cock. She smiled at him, a final glance left and right. He watched her finger, watched as she slid it in and out of her pussy, the pace of her hand, appearing to match his own. He felt so close, so near to cumming. His hand moving faster, he was close to the eruption, as much as he wanted to hold it, he new it would be futile. He continued to watch and then let out a “Fuckkkk” as he watched her. He saw her looking left and right, as if she was checking to see if anyone else was looking. He matched her glances and then his eyes opened wide as he saw her pull her panties down. He watched as she took them off and placed them in her purse. He watched, he saw her totally bare pussy, devoid of hair. He watched her open her legs for him. He watched the way she parted her pussy lips, just for him. His hand, blurring, coaxing, stroking. He breathing, ragged, deepening, his heart, racing. The blood pumping into his cock, causing the head to swell even more so than before as he saw her slipped two delicate fingers into her open bare pussy. Carol’s eyes watched his hand speed, she guessed that soon, very soon, he would cum. Guessing that his cock was about to erupt, sending his warm, salty seed into the air. She checked and then watch his face as she hooked her fingers into the waistband, as she pulled them down. Looking at him as she removed her panties, stuffing them into her purse, closing the purse before slipping two fingers inside herself. She heard the sound of her fingers as she began to move them in and out, twisting them as she slammed them back inside her pussy. She too was close. The sight of his hand, the sight of his hand pumping up and down. She watched as she saw his angry looking cock head, as it grew red at every stroke. She slammed her fingers in and out of her pussy, she felt her body beginning to shake, a shake she knew meant she was about to cum. She growled as she watched his hand, as he stretched out his legs, as he looked at her fingers pounding into her pussy. He looked at the fingers, saw the coating of her juices. He watched her facial expressions as her legs shook, as her body shook. It was too much. He let out a throaty moan. His cock exploded, he spurted his cum high into the air. It landed on the magazine, on his thighs, marking the jeans. He watched as she shook, as she slammed her fingers deep. He heard her growling as she came too. He watched the juices shoot out, the squirting of her juices from her pussy, her fingers firmly implanted deep inside herself. He heard her moaning as she plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy. His cock spurted high. He moaned too. Carol looked at the hand pumping the cock. She slammed her fingers into her, felt the orgasm building. Then, she saw it, saw the eruption form his cock. This was too much for her. She let out a deep moan as she felt her body shake, as she felt the orgasm. Feeling her juices, warm juices, flowing out of her, over her fingers. She gritted her teeth as she came. She felt the squirting of her juices as she looked at the height he spurted his cum. She growled. “Yesss, you fucker…cum” as she watched him, as she felt her own orgasm. They smiled at each other. Carol stood up, smoothed down her dress and then brought her fingers to her mouth, she looked at him as she cleaned her fingers, licking them, tasting her juices. She walked the 12 feet to him, picked up the magazine, looked down at his cock. She smiled, her eyes meeting his. Her hand reached down, took his still hard cock, the cock covered in his cum. She bent down, opening her mouth, she took the thick cock inside, sucking him deep, her tongue licking and lapping over the head, tasting him, cleaning him. A final suction of her throat as she took him deep, she released the cock, stood up and smiled. “Tomorrow?” she asked as she quickly raised her dress. His eyes opened wide as she stood up, as she walked to him. He placed the magazine over his still hard, wet cock. He started to speak, but stopped as she removed the magazine. He looked at her, into her eyes, he watched her eyes lower to his cock then move back to his. His throat dry, he watches her hand, feels that hand taking his cock. He gasps as she lowers her mouth. He watched her take his cock, the whole length, the complete 7 inches of his thick cock into her mouth and then feels her suction, feeling her deep throating his cock. He feels the air upon his cock as she releases him. He answers. “Yes, tomorrow”. his eyes falling to her pussy lips as she raises the dress. He watches her walk away, this blonde, the blonde he has never seen before in his life. She walks away, her hips swaying as she smiles to herself.

Cotton Dresses

From the day I reached puberty, I've always loved cotton dresses. All of the women wore them where I grew up. Soft clingy dresses that molded around the thighs when they walked and swished with the movement of their hips. You could never tell whether they had pants on or not because the cotton kept their secret. The first time I copped a feel from a classmate she had on a cotton dress. It was summer and the square top was cut low for comfort in the July heat. The dress was far from new and she was almost grown out of it. Her tits were like fresh, golden dinner rolls swelling over the top of the soft material. She bent forward to let my hand invade the top but balked when I tried to undo the buttons. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus. Later that evening, she had second thoughts and told her mother what had happened. They arrived at my house, resplendent in their cotton dresses, adamant that I was to be punished for my heinous act. I stood mortified as the woman castigated me to my aunt, characterizing me as the vulgar little letch who had pawed her daughter. The girl sat quietly embarrassed by the tirade, clearly wishing she had said nothing about it. In spite of my predicament, my eyes wandered to her bosom. I remembered the silken skin of her breasts and the way her nipple had hardened to my touch. There was never any doubt in my mind that it had been worth it. The girl sat nervously hunched over, with her hands pressed together and squeezed between her legs. Folds of the cotton dress were pulled tight around her thighs and the material crept a few inches above her knees. A tent was forming at the front of my jeans and I felt powerless to stop it. The denim felt rough rubbing against my fidgeting glans and I was soon sporting a full erection. The girl's mother noticed it first. She reacted with classic indignation calling upon my aunt to take the necessary steps to curb my perverted behavior before the police would have to be involved. My aunt assured her that she would and the two complainants marched smugly to the door. I marveled at the way the cotton dresses pulled tight across their buttocks with every step. There was a smell to them that floated in the air as they passed and my impertinent member jerked to attention as it wafted past my nose. I pictured them both naked under their dresses and longed to compare the feel of the mother's tits to that of her daughter's. When they had left, my aunt clearly didn't know what to do. She was my aunt by marriage and didn't feel it was her place to discipline me with my uncle out of town. The issue hung between us for days, muting our usual conversation and making us both feel awkward. The girl's mother had phoned twice to ask what punishment I'd received and my aunt was feeling the pressure. It finally came to a head when she found that I'd been sneaking out at night to watch her through her bedroom window while she undressed. For months, it had been a nightly ritual. Each day I had studied her in a different cotton dress anticipating how she would look pulling it over her head or slipping the straps from her shoulders. There was never a missed opportunity to hug her or be close enough to feel her warmth through the comfortable cloth. Lately, disgraced as I was, I had only been able to watch from afar. My aunt was waiting in my room when I climbed back through the window. Her hair was combed out and tied with rags, ready for bed. It hung halfway down her back. No makeup remained on her pretty features, but her cheeks were flushed with pink. My uncle's bathrobe swathed her from neck to ankle in thick folds of blue terry covering everything but the troubled look on her face. Her voice was very soft when she spoke. She told me how I had embarrassed her; how she had been trying to recall everything that she had done, worrying about what I might have seen through the window. She told me that my uncle would be angry that she had been so careless, and asked me not to tell. We talked for a long time about the girl and her mother. She laughed when I described the cotton dress in such detail. Not a mean laugh but one full of compassion and understanding. 'Women like the feel of the cloth against their skin,' she told me honestly. 'Clothes are meant to be attractive, so there is no need to be ashamed if you're attracted.' Buoyed by the generosity of her attitude, I felt relieved and answered her questions easily, as if talking to a close friend. Several times I saw her blush at my candor especially when I told her how many times I had watched her. Very tentatively she approached the subject of masturbation. She chuckled about 'young men with their hormones raging' and asked what I was doing for relief. It was my turn to blush and at first I lied to her disbelieving smile. 'I wash your sheets,' she reminded me, squeezing my hand. Faced with no option, I confessed to her that I had masturbated. 'Everybody does,' she comforted. 'How often do you do it?' I wanted to say not often but remembering the sheets I said 'Every day.' 'Just once a day?' she persisted. 'Or do you sometimes jerk off more than once?' 'Sometimes,' I admitted. 'Sometimes when I've been looking at you a lot.' A troubled look crossed her face and she averted her eyes to ask 'Have you ever seen me doing anything?' In truth, I hadn't. But I knew enough to say 'yes' to keep her talking. Her face turned scarlet and she nibbled on her lips. 'Your uncle would be so upset,' she whispered half to herself. 'Most people do it. It's just that they don't admit it.' Her glance fell on the hardon straining the front of my pajamas. I could feel the tip nudging the opening. When it poked into view I made no move to cover myself. She looked away several times but her eyes kept coming back to it. 'Boys', she snickered nervously. 'They're always so horny.' I undid the tie on my pajamas and let them slide over my knees. My cock was standing straight and it wobbled back and forth when I moved. My aunt watched without saying anything, and I began to touch myself. It seemed so erotic to have her looking and I drank in every change of expression that crossed her crimson face. 'I think about you when I do this. And I think about what I've seen you doing,' I whispered mysteriously. 'Your uncle ...' she began, before I interjected. 'I won't tell him anything if you do it for me now.' Her hand felt cool and deliciously foreign as it circled my penis. She had to lean forward to reach me, and the robe gaped exposing her breast. The nipple was raised with her excitement. 'Take the robe off so I can see you the way you were tonight,' I pleaded. She knelt beside me, beating my meat, while I watched her firm tits jiggle with the pulse of her hand. There was a scent around us, familiar, but stronger than I had ever smelled before. From that night on I would recognize it. At the time I thought of it only as earthy and intoxicating. It seemed to emanate from her loins and linger on her skin. It grew stronger as her nipples grew larger and her knees no longer clamped together. Lying back, I had a clear view between them. The hair on her mound was auburn, darker than the deep reddish blond above. Between the dense curls I could see the damp furrow of her sex. My aunt saw me looking there and moaned at the indecency of her exposure. She jumped as my touch grazed over her thighs and let out a little agitated cry when my fingers found her cleft. There was no stopping now. Her juices quickly coated my fingers and her free hand was busy trying to guide my inexperienced touch. Whimpers of shame and lust mingled with her frenzied coaching until she neared her peak. Then urgency infused her need. Her own hand delivered the last few feather strokes to her tortured clit. I watched her flat belly tense, rolling her cunt to and fro in a struggle against her fingers. Her gasps turned into shrieks of delight as she brought herself to a powerful orgasm, toppling her backwards onto the bed with hips flailing and legs thrown wide apart. I reached over and kissed her hand. The musky scent was strong on her skin and the kiss had a faintly salty taste. Afterwards, my aunt cried at her own depravity, making me swear never to reveal it. We sat facing each other, cross-legged on the bed. She watched while I fondled my cock. A drop of clear fluid formed in the sightless eye and she dipped her finger into it smearing it onto my cockhead. ` 'Can you come?' she asked after a few minutes, and I nodded. 'I've never watched a young guy jerk off,' she confided. Her soft hand slid beneath my balls, holding them like fragile crystal. 'Is that what the guys call it now? Jerking off?' 'Yes,' I hissed. Her hands brushed mine away and took over the beat. 'And what do they call this?' 'A hand job.' She smiled at my frankness. The sight of her tits bouncing lightly while her hand diligently pumped my prick, set off a rush deep in my groin. I knew I was going to come and so did she. Her head dipped down and her pink tongue licked my belly. Her freshly brushed hair swirled around my balls while her ovaled lips enveloped my cockhead. The soft, wet, sucking of her mouth unleashed a rushing tide of come from the very root of my being. It was so intense that I cried out as if in agony. Her tongue and lips nursed greedily on my spouting member catching and swallowing every drop. Her head never stopped bobbing and sucking until the last spasm had long passed and my cock began to soften in her mouth. It was the first blow job I'd ever had, and the first of many from my beloved aunt. Under her tutelage I came to know the intricacies of a woman's body and the delights it can bring to my own. Often, she indulged my love of her fine cotton dresses, letting me crouch beneath them to nuzzle her bare belly and taste the salty essence of her passion. In return, she asked only that I tell know one.

Hold Me Tight

hold me tight and rock me slow take me deep and don't let go the music our moans and sighs perfect for this mating dance share with me a soulful kiss tongues wetly part our lips lost in the heat of desire our breath a hot whirlwind aching for your supple breasts pressed to my sweat slick chest hands upon your rolling hips as you rise and fall upon me squeeze me hard milk me dry until we tremble, gasp and cry sweet release bodies flushed warm and spent joined as one

In Sweet Surrender

soothe the ache that gnaws at me wrap me warm in that tender place tame the beast that howls inside bond close to you by healing grace whole and smiling I'm alive again sweet surrender to my lover's call she stops my endless litany of doubt her nimble tongue pushed deep warmly filling up my hungry mouth while fingers soft, stroke my loins rising ready to meet our needs sweet surrender to hunger's call silken flesh slides lithely over me quiet strength that in love's service she pins me gasping to our bed legs round my head, she rocks till we tumble locked together sweet surrender to passion's call

In Love's Sweet Service

My temptress, goddess, friend and mate I long for your soft lips on my burning skin to take you, possess you, make you mine warm flesh pressed so close onto our bed your master and slave in love's sweet service in sweet surrender to love's sublime call lay beside me, moan for me, a hungry melody pinked cheeks made with such tender care cupped hand on your sweet round rump in time hours pass in our journey to that secret place where we flow like river currents entwined twin streams bound tightly by true love your back arches, in sweet surrender you belong to me forever my little one your mountain strong until the end of time I shall protect you and never let you go I cherish the gift you bring to me so freely that you win my heart and I cry your name we are both bound tight in this dance for I am a slave to you in love's service bound to you forever body and soul as you are my love slave forevermore sweet surrender to love's seductive call two wild hearts thunder together as one

For Just A Taste Of You

I need to take you in my strong arms let me hold you oh so close and tight our sighs rising high into the heavens rocking wrapped up in sweet delight You know I'll never ever let you go I yearn to kiss your lush warm lips till we melt blissful in love's wild fire in a dance eternal, joined at the hip I want you to know my heart's pure voice hear me pour out my feelings for you to shout them at the boundless sky so strong, so deep, so clear so true love's feast calls us to this moment no reason needed, for what we do I have a gnawing hunger in my soul always aching for just a taste of you
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