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The warm evening air, the bright moonlight. Could it be better? In the darkened corner where the hedging creates a cosy secluded corner, I’ve placed two folded blankets on the bench seat without any thought about how they might be used. I have ensured that the single light bulb inside the alcove gives only a gentle light so I can view her better. But where is Sara?
“I’m right here.”
The sound of that fetching Texan drawl has me excited before I turn to see her framed in the rose trellis arch. In the little black strapless dress, so perfect for her figure, she only she rivals the beauty of the roses. A string of pearls, her subtly tanned bare shoulders and her wonderful smile rival the moonlight. One step each and we are in each other’s arms. Our kiss is warm, moist but so gentle, so loving, yet so full of an indescribable longing. That longing is probably revealed in the way my hands slide over her body.
I break the kiss, having noticed no obtrusions under her dress.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.” And my voice reveals my surprise.
The light catches the glint in her hazel eyes as she frowns and says, “Oh, I didn’t know you’d want that.” She makes a mock turn away as she says,” I’ll go and get---"
I grab her arm, “No you don’t. I’ll just have to take you as you are.”
“Or, with less,” she adds, teasingly.
Now the kiss is deeper, and our tongues shimmy together before I suggest we settle on the bench. Leaning her bare back into the softness of the hedging, she sighs, “Oh, it’s lovely here.” And she points upwards, “Look, the moon is shining in on us.”
“Hope he’s not a tell-tale.”
She chuckles, “Should we give him something to talk about?”
I hold her hand. “What would you be doing if you weren’t here?”
“Writing most likely.”
“Writing what?”
“A sexy story.”
“About?”
“Oh, an old codger, who hasn’t had it up for a long time.”
“Can’t be very sexy then. Sounds a bit familiar.”
“He needs to be reminded of what he’s capable of.”
“By a Texan lady magician?” I ask, reaching out a hand to stroke my fingers through her long brown hair, which, just for me, she has not tied up.
She gives a little shiver. “Mm, that’s nice. Y’all know how to treat a lady. But I’m no magician.”
“More than you know.” I am stepping into dangerous waters, but I need to let her know how I feel about her.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean that looking at those pics of your full-frontal tanned body gives me a big thrill.”
My fingers, which have been luxuriating through her tumbling hair now stroke her gossamer smooth cheek and rub gently along the tendons on the side of her neck. Her gentle sigh of pleasure delights me.
I caress each bare shoulder where her skin is sensuously velvet, and I murmur, “But more than that—”
But she leans into me and her lips cut off the admission I was going to make. Each meshing of lips and tongues seems to be ten degrees hotter than the one before. Sara slides her hand inside my shirt and the skin seems to be electrified. No magician? Not much, she isn’t.
As our kissing becomes more frantic, I realise I am going to have great difficulty in keeping to my intention of a gradual build-up. My fingers are exalting in roaming the skin and curves of her shoulders and upper arms. I trail one finger along the top edge of her dress and the gradual suggested rises there. With a little moan, Sara breaks our kiss and pants, “Unzip me.” When I momentarily hesitate, she hisses, “Please.”
Finding the zip is no problem, and I enjoy the rasping noise as I drag it to where it ends, just at the start of her buttock crack.
Sara’s lovely eyes, slightly clouded, look into mine as she shuffles her upper body and the front of her dress drops forward, like an egg revealing two chicks. My breath shudders in my throat as I realise that these are two of the sweetest orbs there could ever be.
Pink tipped breasts that are just irresistible to my good intent. My right-hand folds over her left breast, finger tickling the nipple, while my mouth cannot resist the impulse to plunge down like an eager sparrow hawk as I take the right nipple between my lips, sucking and tonguing it hungrily.
I suck. I pamper. Sara moans and sighs her pleasure.
Ah, such succulent breasts. My right hand encloses the whole breast. Just as I suspected, a complete handful, wonderfully resilient and, given her gasps and deeper breathing, so sensitive. Even more so when my fingers begin plucking on that nipple, rolling it, stretching it, making her whimper her pleasure. Or is it my tongue circling around the areola of her other nipple? Savouring it. Licking at the hard pebble-like lump of it.
Sara, despite keenly soaking up my attentions, has unbuttoned my shirt completely, and one hand is busy stroking over my whole chest while the other ruffles through my hair, at the same time pushing my face into her eager breasts. Her movement, my movement must be advanced. The twitching has begun.
Once Sara’s wandering hand drops to my lap and, finding nothing, moves back to my chest. If she tried again, she wouldn’t be disappointed. As though guessing that, she has her fingers fumbling for my belt buckle. I know, the way I am crouched it will be an impossible task.
“Would you just stand up, please, Sara?”
.”I didn’t want you to stop what you were doing,” she tells me, but she stands, her hands clutching at the edge of her dress.
“No, put both hands up above your head.”
“Mr Bossy, is it?” But with a lascivious smile of understanding, she raised her arms, and, as her dress fell to the ground, she growls, “You naughty man.”
And there she is, just as she was in her picture, only with raised arms, her breasts are lifted and her whole body looks more curvaceous. In the pale light, the gold of her wonderful skin that I long to caress looks even darker. With her legs further apart than in the pic, I could see how her lower lips were already puckered and sparkling with the dew from having her breasts pampered. In my eyes, Sara is one whole gorgeous package.
I ask her to lower her arms before I lean forward to touch and run my hands from knee to crotch along each inner thigh. After repeating the move several times, I hear her sigh, “Oh, yes.” And that encourages me to suddenly move both hands behind her, to clutch her buttocks.
That action alone has her staggering nearer, but I make sure she is really close before placing my mouth at the start of her wet crease. Her sharp intake of breath is followed by a delightful “Mmm” sound from her as I push my tongue along her channel.
Almost automatically she parts her thighs further, allowing me to widen my tongue to lie almost flat along her vulva. “Oh, God, I’m so close.”
Now all my movements I endow with a single aim. Sara’s ultimate elation. With my tongue tickling back to play around her little budding clit, have my fingers slide in from her buttocks, one finger pressing against and into her anus, while another trawls at her regal entry,
Her wild squeal and trembling thighs as her whole body almost collapses on top of my head proves I have given her some form of rapture. Delighted, and rather enjoying the sensation of her trembling thighs, I move my hands from behind her, experiencing extra thrills from her heaving breasts pressed against the back of my neck, because of the way her body has convulsed over me.
Gently now, my hands grip her hips and move her slowly, so she is sitting alongside me once more, her head on my shoulder. I hear her breathing gradually ease, becoming a sighing, “You nearly got to me then.” And it is a treat to see the cheeky smile on her face.
“Nearly?” I query, keeping my face straight. “You went off like a volcano.”
She laughs and leans determinedly over me as her fingers work at my belt buckle. “It’s my turn now. I’ll show you a spouting volcano.”
I have become very aware of the tightness in my pants and, with the belt unfastened and zip lowered, I lift my rear end to expose myself.
Sara, eyes glowing, grabs me with both hands. “Gotcha!” she cries triumphantly.
I flinch as her fingers explore my whole length, a delightful, delicate touch, and I’m feeling fairly proud of how hard it is when Sara seems to agree.
“Not bad,” she comments, and with that impudent grin adds, “For somebody of your age.” Then, as she increases my hardness by stroking over the smooth shining purple head, she adds insult to injury by impudently asking, “Does it work?”
“Only in the best places.” And I gasp as she lowers her head to slide her tongue down along the whole length.
“I know a couple of places it might fit exactly,” she murmurs. Then without further warning, Sara closes her lips around my shaft, and her tongue, accompanied by a delicious sucking action, draws me to a fine edge of torment.
I want to be ready for a big finale, and I tell her that. “I could happily succumb to you, Sara, but I think you may possess somewhere where I might probe deeper.”
Having said that, I hope I am strong enough to live up to that promise. Sara draws her head back and those hazel eyes are staring into mine. “There might be somewhere he can try.” She looks around. “But what about comfort?”
This is not the first time I have been in this situation in this shaded alcove, and I know exactly the location to use with comfort. I take hold of Sara’s hands and draw her to her feet so we are standing, naked, toe to toe, and I kiss her gently but with increasing fervour, as my hardness presses against her belly.
“Standing up?” Sara asks, a note of disappointment in her voice as I bend to pick up one of the blankets.
I point to the far end of the bench where it appears to push against the hedging. “In a moment we are going to be up on the bench, lying against the hedge.” I see her uncertain frown before going on, “Come on, I’ll show you.”
I clamber up onto the bench, look back into her still dubious face before I turn away to spread the blanket over an indented area of hedge that is not so obvious from the ground. Then I reach out for her hand and pull her up alongside me. Without letting go of her hand I urge her to lie back on the blanket.
Tentatively, she does as I ask, and when I release her hand I say, “Go on, have a good wriggle.”
Frowning uncertainly, Sara does that and slowly I see her realise that it is surprisingly comfortable. Lying there, legs slightly parted, she is the most desirable of women. I lean over her, kiss her gently while passing a hand over her breasts, and down over the gentle curve of her belly, my fingers just touching at her moist labia.
“Aren’t you going to--?” she asks and looks so puzzled.
“Unfinished business first,” I tell her. I have such little confidence in how long I might be able to hold out, I want Sara to be absolutely on the brink. Without any delay, I bend, lift her legs and place them over my shoulders before diving my head down into her divine chasm once more.
Sara screams out my name, but my tongue is soon travelling in that moist, sumptuous cream of her, absorbing the mix of her musk and something indefinable. Immediately she is gasping and wriggling, “God, you said I should wriggle. “
My tongue probes stiffly into her drizzling entry, and after a few seconds as I tune into how desperate her breathing sounds, I slurp it back down her furrow to her blossoming clit while I insert two fingers where my tongue had been.
Now she really jerks and groans, and I know that timing is going to be crucial as I try to judge her wanton need. So close now. It seems as though she has lost her breath, but then she pants, “Oh, please, I want you in me. Now. Now.”
As I lower her legs from my shoulders but keep her knees wide apart, I feel her grasping desperately for me. Not wishing to disappoint, I am quickly between her thighs finding the gaping, needful hole, and with pure delight on my part, I am driving my shaft deeply along that soaking eager passage.
That Sara is not just acting out her emotions is pleasingly clear to me from the active flexing of her vaginal walls, her hands heaving on my buttocks to encourage the depth of each pulse. And certainly, I have no reason to doubt her responding hips heaving to meet my own thrusts.
But most of all is the evidence in her vocalisation and breathing. Its harshness, its desperation matches my own. My balls are threatening, and I know that speedy intervention is essential if I am to come out of this with some level of respectability.
Accordingly, looking down into her lovely face, suffused by our joint passion, I slide a hand between our hips, until my fingers reach her clit. I might have rubbed it, but the second I touch that flowering bud Sara is gone, heaving, head tossing and making a sound that is almost like a prayer.
I don’t know whether she was aware, but she was taking my fluids with hers as I jerked, spurted, and grunted along with her. The release was amazing. God, I adore her for what she had done for me. We take a long time to recover. Then we talk, wrapped together, glued by our perspiration and mingled fluids.
When she has to leave, I am empty of emotion, other than loss and hope it will happen again.
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