MF
Oral
here is what i was thinking today. (and listening to Patti Smith and Jimmi Hendrix, and Santana )
the little lake. no one around. nice and quiet. looking over the lake. i hear you pull up. hear your
footsteps approach me. you lean on the railing next to me, shoulder to shoulder. no words necessary.
i turn my head and see your profile. the crooked nose. the smile lines. the strong neck. your ears.

you turn an look at my eyes. all green-eyed and messy hair.
you can see what i am thinking.  we lean in and kiss. i get to smell you finally, taste your skin texture,
and play with your tongue. open wide to you like i feel below my belt line.  i stop and pull back. i want to see if i have aroused you or if you were expecting a different kind of body, different voice and wish you were not in this situation. As you look at me, your eyes drop to the lake and my heart sinks to the bottom with that.

suddenly, i find my hands imprisoned (yes i like that word!) in your strong square masculine
hands. Without a word you pull me back up the dock edge to the bench on the grass.  Right there you sit me down hard on your lap straddling you.

That is when i lose it entirely. your hands are on my body and you look straight at me and say
something all formal and prim, but you are chuckling at me blushing and breathing hard already.
i ask to kiss you please, please? The urgency in my voice reflects the sense of your maleness overwhelming my femininity, i want to devour your lips, kiss your ears and bury my nose in your neck. i have this insane urge to lick you, tasting sweat and cologne. i can feel your cock hard under my ass.

You kiss me like i was already naked and the heat and feel of your lips is so sexy. i ask for permission
to touch your cock, beg of you, looking intently into your eyes to see an answering flame.  My heart pounds as you move my hands to the spot where your bulge meets the "v",  grinding between my legs, no spaces there, you maintain eye, gauging my reaction. i need you to release my hands to unzip you, free your shaft and absorb the moment of touch, the senses amplify; breeze, birds, fragrant air, the sound of your breathing. We are encapsulated in a timeless space where heartbeat and heat are all that matters.

Never losing contact, you reach down to handle my breasts as I slip back off your lap, shoulders between your legs. YOu relax and thrust your hips forward so my lips on the head of your cock is the first taste of you, fire and flavor of 'my' gourmet man.

All thought suspended, i play with it, feel it, kiss it, jack it, talk to it. You are twisting my nipples at the same time which you have pulled up out of my bra. I have to really think about how lucky I am to have this moment with you... .. ..

She looks up at him from where she kneels on the grass, blushing as she softly says, "I only want to
please you, I mean that.” With that, she does her best to take all of him into her mouth, moist lips
providing the perfect friction as she swallows to keep the natural response from interfering with her pleasure. She put her hand around the base of his cock and strokes it slowly, licking the head, completely
submitting to his wonderful instrument, caressing it, feeling the skin move under her hand. With her
other hand she gently plays with his balls until his response was to .. ..

I can see the veins on my cock standing rigid running the length of my cock, She’s swapped hands -
right hand cupping my balls... left hand wanking... not too tight, thumb rubbing up the underside of
the shaft, stimulating me just there... precisely where I need it... fingers close around my... how many
hands has she got? I open my eyes. She takes her lips away and looks at me questioningly. She avoids
my hands on her hair and pins my wrists to the seat of the bench. I feel her working the head of my
cock and i know it won't be long. i wonder if she is going to take it or not.. As ass cheeks tense as I
start to jerk in her mouth... ..

"Damn” she thinks with out coherence, “Please let me show him how much I like this” as he swells
her throat shut. She lets go of his wrists and cupping her breasts to hold cum that is going everywhere.
Now his hands are wrapped in her hair pulling her into the rhythm of his orgasm. Gasping for breath
as he finishs, she traps his cock between her cumspattered breasts and holds it there, breathing hard
on the tip which makes him say something gutteral and not prim at all.

I want him to watch and touch as I clean my breasts with a handful of ferns, look at him and grin, ready
for whatever comes next.