The fierce heat of the sun heralded another south Texas summer day. I had hardly slept the night before. Lascivious fantasies of where this day might lead kept my cock semi-turgid and unfulfilled. I refused to masturbate, wanting to save every ounce of my essence for you if our chemistry in the flesh was anything like what it was by Email and phone.
A friend introduced me to a hot web site where he enjoyed chatting with others who fit his profile, and was having the most explosive sex of his life. I joined, and it was not long before I met you. Your web pictures were stunning and caught my fancy; bewitching smile, sultry look in your eyes, breasts small but fully orbed, pert nipples, flat tummy, legs muscular and tanned, and buttocks that angled as if to say, "Please enter me."
I found you capricious, a little crazy, and a great conversationalist. We began to IM each evening, which spawned dreams about one another through the night. Our interaction was stimulating and left us both wanting more. Relationship developed. Intimacy was conceived as your flower gradually opened to me, your fragrance capturing my senses. Serendipitously we began to explore latent sensual needs and desires. Trust and intrigue grew in tandem, heating our desire to meet in person.
We both loved nature, and shared a fantasy about having sex in a secluded spot outdoors. We decided to meet at a state park with a crystal-clear spring-fed river, which wound through a secluded forest of ancient Cyprus trees, framed by majestic limestone bluffs. When you pulled up in your hot little convertible, top down, I almost lost it. Your pictures were incredible, but the immediacy of you in the flesh took my breath away.
Pulse pounding with anticipation, face flushed, I hesitated for a moment. You allayed any anxiety by running toward me, full of excitement. You breezed into my open arms with a full body hug. The subtle fragrance of jasmine perfume filled my senses as I took your face in my hands and looked into your sparkling brown eyes. My arms could feel the swell at the sides of your breasts until you 'ooched' back and forth, brushing them against me. I would have settled for a walk and delightful repartee, moving on from there only if we were both ready for more. But your spontaneous affection took my heart by surprise.
Looking deep into your smoldering eyes, I kissed you softly. Your mouth opened, inviting, lips caressing. Our tongues tasted, slow-danced, entwined, explored, and then drew deeper, hungrily devouring one another with a passion. You engaged me with such ardor that I knew you had dreamed of this for a long time. I wanted this moment to last forever and would have rather died than end this kiss.
You couldn't help but feel my cock strain against my shorts as your hand gripped my buttocks. I felt your nipples harden through your bikini top, like little pebbles teasing my chest. One leg raised, foot behind my thigh, you urged my hardness against your tummy, and I felt your mons press against me. Another couple glanced at us, smiled, stopped and winked as they returned to their car. Suddenly aware that others were watching I whispered in your ear, "Baby, what do you say we get on down by the river, away from the crowd?"
"Mmmmm, " you murmured. We chose a trail that led through a thickly wooded canopy, your hand in the back pocket of my shorts on my buttocks, mine cradling the curve of your hip bone. After several hundred yards we found ourselves in a secluded clearing, a brook babbling nearby, a redwing blackbird singing his enchanting melody, sun-dappled shadows playing upon a stone bench in one corner. No one else was around. We made our way to the bench, our mouths engaged once again, tongues delving deep, hands touching, roaming, caressing, and enjoying one another. Our bodies began to glisten with a fine film of perspiration as the heat of our passion mingled with the fierce radiance of the sun.
Time seemed to stand still as we explored one another's bodies, oblivious to the clouds which had gathered overhead. Thunder rolled in the distance. A raindrop landed on your brow, glanced off and splashed on my nose. Another drop fell, then another, and a few more. We both jumped as a thunder clap shook the ground and an outburst of rain drenched us in a cooling shower. We broke apart, gasping for air, laughing, faces raised, and arms embracing the sky. The parched earth drank deeply of the rain, and began to find relief from the sultry sun. Now soaked, your nipples pointed through your top, leaving nothing to my imagination. I knelt between your legs in the rain and looked up at you. My hand molded to your breast, fingers lightly pulling and twisting your nipples. You took my right index finger and placed it into your mouth, sucking hard as your tongue swirled around it.
"Nnnnhhhh!" you sighed. I was delighted to find how sensitive your nipple was, and continued caressing it as I leaned forward, released the buttons of your shorts with my teeth and pulled them from you.
"What are you doing?" you queried.
I didn't answer. Your eyes began to sparkle and a sly smile played on your lips as I found no panties. "You're a wicked one, aren't you," I growled.
I bent forward and cradled your bottom in my hands. You leaned backward, and angled your hips forward, yearning for me. My mouth encircled your mons, breathing into you, warming, and awakening you. My lungs applied pressure, my breath insistent and intentional, my mouth allowing no air to escape.
I could see your breasts rise and fall as your breathing quickened. You jerked at the first gentle contact of my tongue as my tip parted your hair and the labia underneath. I paused to savor your sweet, musky scent. Probing deep into your vagina I drank of your arousal as you opened up like a flower, offering your most sensitive tissues.
I lightly feathered your anus and perineum with the tip of my tongue. I then slowly glided upward through your inner lips, passing on either side of your clitoris, and returning to dip deeply in your vagina once again. Teasingly I skirted your clitoris once again as she stood at attention, peering out from her hood. I left her begging and pressed below with flattened tongue, roving up and down your labia.