The sun is shining and it's a beautiful afternoon. As I lounge by the pool, soaking up the rays of the sun, I close my eyes and drift off into thoughts of you. I start thinking about the last time we met. I can remember how you smelled. A strong, inviting smell. Clean, invigorating but subtly manly. The harder I think about you, I catch a hint of your smell on the soft breeze blowing. It's almost like you are there. It tickles my nose and sends my thoughts deeper. The movie in my mind starts replaying our glorious coupling.
I reach up with my finger, draw it slowly across my lips, remembering how your kisses felt, how they tasted . . .
...Softly you kissed me. Gently our tongues entwine, exploring each other's mouth. Your kisses were as sweet tasting as a ripe peach. You gently bit my lower lip, pulling it slightly. You looked into my eyes. I saw the want in your eyes. I felt the heat rising in my body. I ached to be touched by you.
Taking my fingers and slowly moving down my neck and shoulders, I slide the straps of my swim suite down. I remember your kisses moving down my body . . .
...Your lips moved from mine, slowly kissing down my neck, across my shoulder. You moved my bra straps down my shoulders and kissed where they had been sitting. As the straps fall, you unfasten the hook in the front to release my heavy breasts.
I untie my swim suite top, easing it off, reaching down, holding my breasts, feeling the hardness of my nipples. I can almost feel you touching me . . .
...As the bra reached the floor, you took your hands and cupped my breasts, leaning down to kiss them. You took each nipple into your mouth, sucked on them softly at first and then harder, nibbling on them. Your large hands massaged them, pinching the nipples as you looked at me in full view.
I ease my hands down my stomach and I can feel the heat rising from my lap. I know that I have reached a point that I need release. I ease my bottoms off, relaxing into the lounge chair, feeling the wetness of my pussy, wishing you were here . . .
...You moved your hands down my waist, across my stomach and hooked your fingers into the top of my lace panties. You eased them down past my thighs, over my ankles and tossed them to the floor with my bra. You laid me back, kissing my lower abdomen as your hands massaged my inner thighs, slowly moving to the source of the heat.