The obligatory company party turns into a memorable chance encounter.
Serendipity
It was a gorgeous summer's eve, a great evening for
kayaking along one of the areas quiet streams, a
strenuous tennis match, or just some light
conversation on the veranda with a nice view and
pleasant conversation. However, in this day of
at-will employment and frequent down-sizing, one has
to invest some amount of time in business networking,
and so that is what I am trying to optimistically
portray this evening's social time as. That would
be, instead of as the boorish boss's wife's birthday
party….
It is a pool-party, so at least I hope perhaps to work
in some part of two out of three of the earlier
niceties of the evening. Some water, and perhaps some
good conversation. I have plenty of fantasies about
things surrounding water, and not all of them have to
do with recreation and sports.
Anyway, there is a good crowd there. A long table
filled with fruits, veggies, cake, and hors d' ourves
is set along one side, between the house and the pool
on a low-hanging tablecloth. Around the other three
sides are plastic chairs and padded chaise lounge. A
large side table and a big basket supply large, thick
towels off in one corner. The lights in the pool and
the flickering light from several kerosene torches on
tall standards around the pool provide light, and the
torches seem to be keeping the misquitoes away. All
in all, a very nice setting. Too bad there are all
these people here. Oh, I like people. Am very much
a people-liking person. I just like to pick them
myself. Not likely that the boss might surround
himself with anyone I would pick.
I am mixing, drink and small plate in hand, talking
about the upcoming Premier league season. Dress was
announced as casual, so I am in mid-thigh cotton khaki
shorts, a white polo shirt, and casual flip-flops.
The conversation keeps drifting back to last seasons results, for which I
have little interest, so I start to mentally survey
the party, and the chances of escaping serriptitously
early.
As my eyes rove around the dark perimeter, I see a
back gate open, and someone slip in, closing the gate
behind them. A service worker perhaps? Perhaps a way
out has been revealed….
My eyes continue to circumnavigate the setting, noting
the cliques of people, and those that are slipping
into the water for a few laps, or some idle treading
of water while chatting. Always a flow of people at
the refreshment table. My eyes are stopped dead in
their roving tracks by a very nice pair of calves.
Very shapely, very female, and leading up to a very
nice pair of shorts and halter top, and a cute but
very luxurious looking bob of hair. Well now, some
real eye candy. Where did she come from? A relation
of the boss'? Haven't seen pictures of her around
his office. Am certain I would have noticed, from the
many times I have been in there for not-so-interesting
meetings.
I decide my drinks needs freshening. I amble over,
and put a few carrot sticks and cherry tomatoes on my
plate, and pour myself some apple juice. My eyes
casually rove from face to face, until I settle on
you. Nice skin, all over! Shoulders, waist, legs,
very, very nice. I especially like, but do not allow
myself to linger too long, at the generous bulging of
your bosom at seemingly all sides of your tight halter
top. It is white, probably a vertical ribed cotton
material, and seems barely adequate to the strain it
is under. But, as I said, I take little time with
these observations. Your eyes are very alluring,
though I am only seeing them in peripheral view, again
trying not to stare. One only really knows about the
eyes when looking straight into them, and we are not
familiar enough yet to have that happen. And they are
darting, looking a little nervous perhaps?
I sidle over, looking over the culinary offerings, and
murmer out loud, "Everything looks so good, doesn't
it." I can tell you hear me, but seem to be wanting
to keep a low profile, I get no response. Others are
looking at you, the women with some surveying-type
interest, and several of the men with more lecherous
smirks and lingering looks….I gather that several
people are trying to figure out who you are, and who
you are with. I continue, "there is enough to graze
on here for a long evening." You respond, in a very
pleasant soft voice, "depends on what entices one's
appetite, I suppose."
I follow-up, "pardon my saying so, and by the way, I
am Chase, but you either work it all off, or are
selective in that of which you partake."
"A little of both, I guess. I feel responsible for
taking care of myself."
Moving a little closer, and lowering my voice, "And
you do a very good job of it."
"Thanks, I guess. A few of these folks around here
should certainly consider it a little more seriously."
I continue, "Yeah, a lot of office desk jockeys here.
Do you work for Mr. Detloff, I take it?"
You pause for a second, then, "No."
"Ah, a friend? What did you bring, if I may ask, for
his wife? I had the hardest time, so just got a gift
certificate from that high-end place at the mall…. So
hard to know what to get for a woman that you barely
know, in these days of political correctness and such.
So many worries about the wrong impression."
I get the sense that perhaps you are checking me out,
wary of where this conversation might be going, with
me asking all these questions. "Well, yes, a friend,
I guess, but no, I suppose," you laugh, " bringing
something from Victoria's Secret or such would make
things awkward, or interesting. Then again, I like to
live a little daring. "
"Yeah, this kind of thing is not for me….pardon my
sneaky little thought, but wouldn't it be fun to bring
something a bit racy or suggestive, and do so
anonymously? Would certainly be a rear-area
conversation starter!"
You laugh, relaxing a bit, and we move over towards
one corner of the pool, near one of the flickering
torches. "That would make the party very
interesting. Do you know the family very well, er,
Chase? Sorry, no name tags, and I am not great with names."
"No, I have been working for him for a little over a
year, and this is the first time I have met his wife
other than in seeing her visit the office sometimes.
Kind of strange to invite all these people to what
would seem to be an intimate family affair."
"Oh, she loves parties, is always throwing some kind
of gathering. Perhaps since he is gone so much, it is
her way of compensating for social interaction. "
"Well, she throws a good party…..though this is not
really my scene. I am here kind of out of obligation.
Do you come to many of their parties then?"
"No, this is only the second time. I have used the
pool a few times, but, well, can I tell you
something?"
"Sure," thinking this is great, already she is
comfortable enough to be confiding in me, " go ahead.
I am good at secrets!"
"I am not really a friend, or even invited." Your
eyes search mine, looking for a reaction, tentative,
soft, trusting, but wary.
"Ah, so you too like a little excitement?" My mind is
racing…..is she playing me, humoring me, testing my
waters, so to speak? "That sounds kind of fun.
Definitely more exciting that the mundane regularity
of being an invited guest." I hope that did not sound
caustic, and then it hits me. "You came in via a back
gate a few minutes ago! I saw you, but the bushes
kept me from getting a good enough glimpse to
recognize it was you!"
"Yes, that was me!" I love the giggle that escapes
your throat. "I am living next door, temporarily."
You go on to explain that while there is a pool next
door, that this one is more fun for swimming laps
(which explains your svelte and lithe but firm lines!)
– that you slip over from time-to-time, and that the
only one who knows is the boss's 15-yr old son, who
has seen you from an upper window. You are just out
of a messy relationship, and are staying with a
friend, the one who lives next door.
"How long you staying at the party then? Going to
take a swim, or just enjoying the hors d' ouerves?"
I realize I made it sound as though you were
interloping out of need. I hope you didn't take it
that way.
Thankfully, you let it go. "Oh, just until it gets
boring."
"Well, you have certainly made my evening more
entertaining," I offer, "and, I hope you aren't
reaching that stage too soon. I am sorry, I did not
get your name?"
You tell me, and offer your hand. I gladly take it,
gently, firmly, and don't let go for a moment,
relishing the smile and chance to look directly into
your eyes. "Now I know why I didn't notice you the
first moment I arrived."
You respond, "now that we have met, Chase, it might
look as though I am your invited partner or associate,
which gives me a little apparent legitimacy. I was
figuring perhaps I would tell people I was the boss's
niece or cousin, and then disappear when it appeared
someone mentioned me to him….kind of a cat and mouse
thing, combined with that Chinese whispers/gossip
game."
"You certainly have a great idea for a fun evening.
You remind me of the younger sister of a girl I dated.
She was too young for me, but she had a lot of
vibrant zest for life and was very spontaneous. I
used to wish I had been more her style."
You offer thanks for the sideways compliment, and
putting your finger to your mouth ( a very sexy
gesture, might I add!) you whisper, "what kind of
trouble can I start here perhaps this evening. Of
course, I cannot start acting too brash or strange, as
that would not reflect well on you, now that you have
been seen standing here talking to me….."
"I hope I haven't ruined your fun, or that you will
not desist in deference to me…..we don't have to be
linked, other than that I was chatting with you." No
one, I know, would misunderstand my interest in
chatting with you. I have relished this time being
able to see you smile, hear you laugh, watch your
hands and eyes, and try to control my eyes from taking
you in long and slow…..
Just then, the boss calls out loudly for everyone to
eat up, that a thunderstorm is approaching, and that
we are going to move inside in 5 minutes for the cake
and such.
"Wanna take a dip? I don't think I will go in to the
party, so might as well at least get wet," you
suggest.
"Or, are you going inside?"
Well, this was not the out I was anticipating, but
certainly not one I am going to pass up. "Sure, I am
good for the dip, and also grateful for the excuse to
escape the party."
We walk over to set our paper cups and plates down,
and after shimmy out of your shorts, you enter the
pool by means of the steps. I stop to step out of my
sandals, and to drop my shorts and lay them over a
chair. I stumble a bit, trying to get my legs out,
transfixed by the scantiness of the bikini you are
wearing under your shorts, and the generous flare of
hips from your much narrower waist. Neither of us
has removed their top…..
"Mmmm, the water is warm," you say, as you are dipping
your hands in and rubing the water up your arms.
I get in as quickly as I can, almost waist deep, as I
am barrassed about everyone seeing my natural
reaction to your almost naked lower half. I know
almost all eyes are upon us, especially since we were
just told that we were moving inside. We stand in
the waist-deep end of the pool, continuing to chat and
scheme about how we could make this party more
interesting. I am highly aroused at some of your
suggestions, such as skinny dipping, or cavoring in
very friendly terms, just to enjoy a little
exhibitionism.
I am a little wary, wondering if you might follow your
mental urges, and how I will explain it away on
Monday. I know we are certainly almost the center of
attention, though conversations still continue on
around us. But, as we are now the only ones in the
pool, with everyone else drying off, filling their
plates and cups, I can't relax like I was when we were
chatting poolside. Just then, a flash of light
overhead distracts everyone, and they generally start
to head for the back of the house.
There are a couple calls out to us to follow, and I
respond that I will in a few moments. Folks start
gathering trays and pots of food, and busily forget
about us, it seems. A couple more cautionary warnings
about the approaching storm, and suddenly we are
alone.
Turning back to you, your eyes so entrancing, I
murmer, "so, come here often, do you?"
You reach up, and undo your hair, letting it fall to
your shoulders, sexily shaking it out.
"Yes, but so often I am alone….or most of the time."
"Who else do you bring along?" Another crash of
lightening, but already I can tell it is moving south
of us. I love the way your wet shoulders and arms,
beaded with water, reflect to the intermittent
flashing of the lightening, and the flickering of the
torches around the pool.
"Oh, no one, but rber I told you about the boss's
son. He likes to watch from upstairs."
With that, you lay back in the water, and backstroke
away from me. What a tease you are, conversationally
as well as physically! I shuck my shirt over my head,
tossing it to the side of the pool, and follow you,
using a crawlstroke to catch up with you, then turning
to my back to float next to you. After all, I don't
care to miss a bit of visual pleasure in looking at
you.
"And so, has this son caught you skinny dipping? I
take it you do do that, or is it still in fanciful
stages?"
Turning at the end of the pool, you tell me, "Oh yes,
he caught me unawares….but since he never seems to
have told on me, I didn't worry."
"So," furtively enjoying this conversation, never
really having known anyone personally that would seem
so uninhibited as you, I ask, " does that do anything
for you? You like teasing this poor kid. Does it
give you a little buzz?"
You stop, now in the middle of the pool, treading
water, and your halter is definitely showing you off
very nicely, thoroughly soaked as it is, tight and wet
on your very alluring body. Your hair is wet at the
tips, tendrils of it sticking to your neck and cheeks,
and droplets of water on the free ends. I pull up,
toes touching bottom. Your breasts are bouyant,
seemingly threatening to pop right out of your top
with each motion your floating body makes downward.
"Yes, I do enjoy it a little bit, mentally enjoying
what must be going on upstairs, as well as
downstairs." You move closer to me, bobing in the
water, with all the attending thrills that motion is
giving me. As we continue to gain ground underneath
us, our forward motion carrying us both to depths
where we can stand, I feel your hand touching my hip
and moving across the front of my bulging swimsuit. I
feel a jolt, but in surprise at your unexpected touch,
and in complete thrill….."which boy are you talking
about though?" And with that, you other arm comes
around my neck, my hands instinctively touching your
hips, and our mouths meet in a warm and soft kiss.
Oh my stars! I had no idea this kind of spontaneous
excitement could happen to me! My mind is whirling,
my body screaming, my hands ready to run amok. I pull
you to me, and your kisses are urgent, teasing, and oh
so very friendly and inviting.
The table is between us and the house, and with the
lightning storm around, I have no thought or care, for
that matter, at being noticed wrapped so tightly with
you. Your hand on my swimsuit, rubing and pressing
on me has me ready to enter a different time entirely.
Then, you take your hand from me, and press your
body to me, the pressure welcome, agonizingly so, as
my body reacts and prepares for what is quickly going
beyond a want to an extreme and urgent need. I feel
you raise your body in the water, and your soft legs
circle me, your heels locking behind my bum as you
press your pelvis onto me, and against my expanding
and hardening tool.
My eyes are closed, totally into enjoying kissing you,
concentrating on your soft lips, warm breath, and
working your mouth slowly open. I feel your hands,
first on my shoulders, then moving, one around my
neck, then the other caressing my chest, fingers
splayed, pressing into me, then only the hand at my
neck, then softness and warmth, and again both hands
at my back, pressing yourself more avidly against me.
My kisses are more ardently returned, and soon our
tongues are playing, intertwining, writhing together,
and I explore yours with mine, your teeth, the roof of
your mouth, trying then to capture your tongue between
my closing lips, wanting to suck on your lips,
conscious that what I am thinking, and hoping your
mind is imagining my mouth doing the same things to
another excited part of your body…..
You feel so warm and soft against me, pressing firmly,
so strong and lithe, almost like you are crawling over
me, caressing and pressing yourself to me. Your
hunger seems to be rising as fast as my own. My eyes
open a slit, and a very sexy things catches my eye,
and they are both fully open immediately. There,
behind you, is your halter top, floating on the
surface, the laces strewn across the top of the water.
I feel a surge in my loins, and instantly understand
why you feel so soft and warm against me. I groan,
arching myself even harder against you. Your eyes
open, and seeing mine open, and knowing what I have
discovered, you giggle, and whisper, so sexily, "touch
me."
I do. Thank you. My hands slide up your slick and
warm torso, my fingertips afire with the first grazing
touch of your buoyant and full breasts, free and
unencumbered, pressed against my chest. I love their
fulness, their outline, the way they suddenly jut out
from your body….I love breasts. May I call them tits?
I love tits. I love them hidden, I love them
partially outlined, I love them slowly revealed, I
love them in my hands, heavy and warm and soft, I love
them in my mouth…..in my hands….in my dreams and now
in my hands.
"Do you like them?" you whisper, your kisses now on my
neck and shoulder, knowing my head is craning for a
look, and the thrill of seeing my hands on your tits,
of the way they fill my hands, and the deep crevass
between them. "Oh yes, yes, yes," is all I can
stammer.
"Suck them then, touch them, all over," you encourage.
I move you up my body, my hands quickly moving to
your ass and hips, hoisting you up further on my body,
one to get them close to my mouth, and to free my legs
up so I can bend in the water, and bring my mouth to
your jutting nipples. Once free to move, and with you
in position, I lean in and swipe my hot and excited
tongue over them. Back and forth, swiping and
swirling, and loving the sounds that start to eek from
your throat. Looking up at you between moving from
one proffered breast to the other, I smile and love
your eyes on me. This time I kiss and suck.
I can't take it, despite the warm water, my cock is on
fire, and is feeling very left out and needy. I
stagger to the steps, my mouth still back and forth,
pulling and swirling my lips and tongue on your
engorged erect nipples. Your hand are splayed on your
body, holding up and offering your tits to my mouth,
for both or our mounting pleasure, your legs locked
behind my lower back, and trusting my hands and the
water to hold your upper body up. My hands move to
your hips, and I start tugging at your panty, trying
to get it down.
Between my fascination and permanent attachment to
your breasts, and your legs wrapped tight around me
while you squeeze and press your body to mine, I
cannot get your panty off, or dare wish to interrupt.
You further excite and incite me, "rip them off."
"But…." I counter. You hiss, "it's not a bikini set,
just a panty, RIP it." OMG, you are here in the water
with me, in just underwear….you don't know how each
thing you say or do pushes me so fast to the edge!
You are the hottest, sexiest….and I have never been
more excited.
I set you on the next to the top step, your hips just
below the surface of the water, fight off your locked
legs, and standing up, rip the panties away, tossing
them aside, while my hands slide under you, caressing
and lifting you by your ass, until your pussy and thin
clipped line of pussy hair are just above the water
line. The droplets of water on your body, and in
your thin line of hair are even further exciting. You
steady yourself on your elbows, hands still cupping
and offering your breasts to my oral and visual
excitement. I smile up at you, and move in close,
groaning, "my favorite refreshments!" With that, I
kiss your vulva, and my tongue rapidly moves over your
smooth mound, swirling, swooshing, caressing and
flicking up and down your cleft. I settle on my knees
on the bottom step, and your body is now floating near
the surface, just your pussy and breasts standing
above the water, and I stoop, so that your legs can
rest or be supported across my shoulders and back.
Mmmmmmm, I hear you encourage me. I feel you arch and
start to undulate in the water, pressing against me,
urging me, but sending me a message that you wanted me
to take my time, as you pull away ever couple of
seconds, setting up a delicious rhythym……Ravel's
"Bolero" somehow finds a portal to my mind's eye and
ear.
My tongue presses against you, seeking heat and
moisture, and my eyes are tantalized by your smile,
your eyes, darting again, but not with nervousness, I
hope anyway, and the way the water is running over
your tummy and through your cleavage with each
movement of your body. I especially like the way you
murmer and encourage me, how you bite and lick your
lips, how words that never come out form on your lips,
and how all of this is framed, from my view, by your
wobling and shining tits. You thrill me further, as
I continue to wriggle my tongue inward, up and down,
swirling and laving you, moving downward langorously,
towards your erect she-cock, as your hands grope and
squeeze first the base of your breasts, and then how
your delicate and impatient fingers move up to roll
and squeeze your knotted nipples.
My tongue is now flicking, sucking lightly, and I
press my head inward, with pursed lips, puckering to
kiss your inner folds, soft, slick and tangy. Back
and forth, moving slowly, I finally feel your nubin
against my lips, and I flick at it with my tongue.
More lightning. A crash of thunder rolls through the
water. I feel you body jump, both at the weather
forming above, and at the building of the tempest in
your loins. I purse my lips and move them over your
clit, until at the base, I start to suck, and lightly
run my tongue over its head, now safely in my sucking
mouth….mmmmm, I hum on it, loving it, flicking the
tip…..
I come up, for air, and to ask if you would like to
move poolside or to a comfortable chaise lounge….I can
tell your need is serious, and I know that mine will
urgently follow yours!
"Just don't stop," is all you say, "suck me, make me
cum in your delicious mouth! Yes, right here, in the
pool." I lower my head, anxious to serve and please
and tease you to your satisfaction and ripping
pleasure.
More thunder, and lightning. Is that above us, or is
that your climax? Not yet, but building? With your
legs securely over my back, holding you up easily
above the lapping waterline, my hands can return to
their first delight, holding and playing with your
jouncing breasts. I love the slick feel the water
gives me as I move the pads of my pincer-like fingers
up and over your full, swollen breasts, and then the
firm, bursting nipples. I wish I had another hand to
stroke my cock, perpendicular and heavy now. But it
will be soon, I know it. Are the waves building,
baby? Do you feel them inside, as well as the sensuous
lapping of the pool water at your flanks and shoulders
as you ride my tongue? Are all your receptors being
stimulated, and is the electricity flowing? I love
most the way your hips drive your pleasure center back
at me, into me, rutting against me, rubing and
pressing, urging and dancing for me, and for my
mounting pleasure and compelling need to mount you
myself….
Baby, think about floating there, for all the world
and stars to see, perhaps even a 15-yr old boy, all
signals on, all engines going, my tongue, wriggling
and slithering, licking, flicking, pursing and
kissing, lifting, sucking, grazing and laving your
cente….let your mind join your body as my tongue makes
frantic and unmeasured strokes against and over your
clit…..can u cum baby? Will you touch yourself like
this and help me make you cum?
Or, would you want to hold on to it? Want to turn the
tables, have me on my back on the steps, and thrust
and wriggle yourself over my mouth, rucking and moving
to a rhythym in your head? Again, another tune in my
mind –Crystal Blue Pursuasion.
I love this baby, you are so hot and sexy and open for
me to seek and give pleasure, so wantonly. Baby, I
need you. I lift your pelvis out of the water a
little higher, so you can watch my extended tongue,
sliding over each inner side of your labia, then
flicking and sucking at your clit, tenderly pulling at
your clit, and caressing the delicate folds of your
precious center. I want you to cum, just in time with
the deafening claps of thunder and lightning, seeming
so close….almost as close as your climax?
Ohhhh baby, my mind screams, I want your hips to fuck
my mouth back, want you on the side of the pool, hips
lifting and arching and thrusting back at me, your
tits jouncing and wobling with your need, it would be
soo sexy. I want you arching and luxuriating in the
soft chaise lounge, hands over your head, pulling up
on the frame or arms of the reclining chair, lifting
and further accentuating your breasts…..
You start to hunch rabidly against me, mewling and
shimmying against my lapping, sucking, flicking mouth
and tongue. Your hands now reach for my hair,
grabing the thick front locks and pulling me into
you. My thumbs continue to rub and thumb your
nipples, and your hands move my head so that my tongue
can flick over and tease your cunt hole. I can hear
you hissing at me, sucking your teeth, your breath
coming in short and forceful gasps, and finally…
Yessssss, chase, oh baby, so good, make it last,
oooooooiiiiiiiieeeeee, here it cums…..yes, oh
yes…..more, keep going, oh fuck me chase……
These words about put me over the top……as I feel your
body trble and shake, I stand up, and pulling my
tight and soaking swim trunks down, pleased that you
are still rubing your clit in tight circles, putting
on a show for me while enjoying the recurring jolts
and waves of pleasure…..I reach under you, cradle you,
and carry you out of the water…..I am tempted to stop
at the nearest chaise lounge, to lay you so that your
bottom is even with the end of the edge of the
chair,and to thrust my hard and desparate cock into
you, my balls swinging free in the air….my mind also
wants to see you with my cock being sucked by your
lips, lying back on the chaise, or standing in front
of your, letting your play with the sac and shaft
while licking the tip and hole…..but my legs keep
moving….."grab a towel" I command as I move to the
other end of the pool, my cock straight out, bobing
in the cold air, but not subsiding in its strength….
Your arm reaches out and captures a towel in your hand
before I turn the corner. I step up and onto the
diving board, stooping to stand you on your weak and
shaky legs…. I grab and shake the towel out,
realizing as it flares out and settles onto the white
diving board, that is may not be cushion enough…
You know what is coming and lie down, quickly, with
your head at the end of the board…..is this gonna
meet, match or make a fantasy come true for you babe?
Think anyone inside well-lit house can see out here
now?
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I grab the circular floatation device hanging on
the side of the rail of the board, and kneeling at
your feet, I slide it up under your hips. You let
your legs hang free and open, one hand under your
head, again lifting and accentuating your full and
mounded breasts for me, while the other hand continues
to stroke you sweet excited pussy. You are a hot
woman….and I have a need for that now!
I grasp the board beside your torso, and run my hard, heavy,
pendulous cock over your thighs, tummy, resting and
pressing it for a moment on your pelvis, then lifting,
and looking into your eyes, I lower my hips slightly,
rest and seat it against you, and then
push…..thrusting, oh yes, so tight, hot,
inviting…..you lift your legs now, putting your heels
on the board beside my thighs, angling and giving me
such delicious access for deep and frenzied strokes of
my bloated shaft.
I raise myself, trying to give you pleasure from the rasping of my shaft past your
hopefully still distended clit, and driving deep into
you, bumping deep within you with the plum-shaped and
colored head of my now glistening and cum laden cock.
You are so sexy, glistening wet, flushed, hair down
and askew, and the flickering of the lanterns on your
skin and the shadows created by your curves is more
sexy and beautiful than anything I can possibly ever
imagine
.
But there is no room in my mind for thought, just
visions and sensations. You are more than I can
stand.
Faster, faster, deeper, my breathing coming in halting
gasps, then, calling your name once, I arch, pressing
my hips to yours, momentarily ceasing in my thrusting,
the only contact between us now is my lance inside
you, and my balls pressed tightly against your ass….I
cannot stop, the boiling surging pleasure is too much,
on-rushing, my cock vibrating and pulsing…..with a
blast, a groan, and several successive spurts, I spew
my pleasure, losing it into you, deep, hot, seething,
and rippling with pleasure from my neck and toes,
along my legs and back, shivering and shuddering,
centering on the fulcrum of our carnal coupling……
Baby, you are wonderful…..
(There is still the jacuzzi, the grass at the edge of
the circle of light, the chaise…or your place, just
through the fence? I am sure, with you, I would be
game for more fun and frolicking.)
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