Maybe this will help, I say, offering my towel to you. You are shocked as you suddenly remember my presence and feel your face turning bright red as you slowly turn to meet my gaze. I smile warmly and ask, Are you ok? From the sound of it you took a nasty spill. You reach out to take the towel from me and see me standing naked before you. You are suddenly reminded that you, too are naked and you frantically attempt to cover yourself up with the towel. Oh, please, don`t do that on my account, I say arms held up far and wide. You`re in good company here. Besides, I think it`s only fair. You`ve been watching me for a while, after all, and I`ve only gotten to see just a little of you.
You look delicious. My gentle demeanor sets you at ease and you let
the towel fall as you use an end of it to wipe the finer dust from your
skin. You knew I was here? But, how? you asked.
Well, when you come down here as often as I do, you get to
know what sounds are normal for the surroundings. Some of your sounds
weren`t
err
natural. You blush as you remember your earlier orgasm,
head bowing low. As your eyes look back up to mine, I continue But I
didn`t really know for sure how close you were until I saw your naked
little body sneaking away. I should have covered up, but I was really
turned on that I was being watched, so I just continued. And it was
fantastic, by the way. Thank you. Shyly you reply, You`re welcome.
But I think you would have done just fine without me, judging from your
book there. It`s my turn to blush. Well, that may be true, but I`d
much rather look at the real thing. And now that we are aware of one
another, wouldn`t you like to join me? I`ve got some water at least. I
even brought a bottle of wine, if you`d prefer. I was just thinking of
opening it when I was suddenly - distracted, a grin playing across my
lips while my hand extends to assist you down the last step. I don`t
know. My friends are right there, you say, pointing towards the sounds
coming from beyond the trees, before you grab my hand. Maybe I should
just go back with them. Suit yourself, I say. But the offer stands.
If you choose to stay, you can go whenever you like, and you are under
no obligations. I`d love your company, though, and whatever you decide,
I`m going to continue where I left off. That is, if you`re sure you are
ok. I glance questioningly down at your ankle. Well
maybe for a
little while. A drink does sound awfully good right now, you reply as
the giddy sound of your drunken friends floats over the treetops.
Together, we walk back to where I was earlier, and you help me spread
the towel out wider. I offer to rub some oil on your skin, so you turn
with your back to me. We talk easily, getting to know a little about
one another as my hands glide over your warm skin, massaging gently.
You twist and lie on your tummy, allowing me access to the rest of your
backside, but first I wipe my hands off and open the bottle of Merlot.
Handing you a glass, I return to my task and drizzle the oil along the
backs of your thighs and calves
then back up over the swell of your
cute ass. Mmmm
this wine is good! It`s from a little winery in
Fredericksburg, about an hour and a half from here. You should visit
while you guys are here. It`s a great little tourist town. My hands
slip and slide easily over your flesh, and as they knead your cheeks,
you part your legs slightly
just enough to let me see that your sex is
already well lubricated. My cock jumps as my mouth waters, but I
chivalrously return my attention to your back until I deem you
appropriately covered and protected. Mmmm... thank you, that felt
wonderful. Just the right amount of lingering in all the right places,
you say with a sarcastic grin as you look back over your shoulder. I am
busy rubbing chest down with fresh lotion and easing back into my
chair-mat as I smile at you and wink, Years of practice, my dear.
Usually, however, I`m rubbing myself. About that, you say, turning
onto your side and drawing one thigh upward. My eyes can`t help but
drift to your ample breasts and pert nipples. I hope I`m not
interfering with any plans you had. I mean, I wouldn`t want to keep you
from doing anything you wanted to. Your gaze falls down my frame and
settles in my lap, where my sex is swelling to its semi-hard state. To
be quite honest, I was attempting to get a better view before I
slipped. Nothing like front-row, center, I coyly reply, taking
another sip of wine, then setting my glass down. My thighs part
slightly and my feet come together so that my legs form a sort of
diamond shape. I reach for the oil, but you stop me. Oh, allow me,
you say with a sultry grin. That way you can use both hands. With
that, you hold the inverted bottle over my sex, and I cup my balls as
instructed. I moan heavily as the oil courses its way along my shaft,
pooling in my palms. I start my fingers working
fondling myself as
you drip the oil over your own nipples. Watching you, I surround the
base of my shaft with my hand and twisting upwards, spread the oil over
my thickness. You begin playing with your nipples as you lean up on an
elbow, your upper thigh turning up and out, setting your foot behind
your opposite knee, your slippery sex now in plain view. I squeeze
myself firmly as I alternate hands in downwards glides simulating a
continuous entry, as I watch your outer lips part from the blood
rushing to them. You drizzle oil down your side
over your hip
along
the outer edge of your upper thigh all the way to your knee, before
setting the bottle down. I watch as the slippery rivulets course down
your inner thigh then drip onto the inner surface of your other. Your
hand snakes its way upwards, fingernails grazing your tender flesh as
you approach your gaping sex. Your clear fluids have already begun to
seep from you and are dripping down towards your ass as you spread your
labia with two fingers. Your middle finger dips in between
wiggling
momentarily
then withdraws, shiny from your own fluids mixing with the
oil. Your scent is intoxicating. My hands shift direction and begin
pulling on my cock in a continuous exit, my cut foreskin wrinkling
around the ridge of my swollen head. As your supporting hand fondles
your dangling breast, your other starts working in and out of your
pussy in a slow, steady rhythm. I synchronize my strokes with yours,
both hands twisting and pumping along my length, my fat head poking out
from my tight grip as I bottom out. You squeal out in that familiar
gasp as your first mini-orgasm takes you by surprise, and your fingers
pick up the pace, the hand playing with your nipple now reaching down
to massage your clit. You turn more onto your back, legs interlocking
with mine, putting your feet together in a similar fashion. Our longing
eyes alternate glances between passion-filled faces and blood-engorged
sex. We continue along this steadily increasing ascent of pleasure, our
moans and cries getting louder and more careless. My eyes close and I
throw my head back as an exceptionally intense sensation courses
through my cock.
LoveThyself!
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