It was a sultry night in Virginia. The cicadas were making their own special brand of music while the fireflies glittered. The stars were bright and went on to infinity while the orange tinted moon hung low in the sky. It was definitely a night for love…or at least hot steamy sex! We had agreed to meet at our usual place, a piece of property he owned in the country that has a nice little cottage he had fashioned just for us.
I had gotten there ahead of him and could feel myself getting wet just thinking of the things we would soon be doing to and with each other. It wasn't long before I saw his headlights coming through the trees and heard the music on the radio over the engine noises. I greeted him at the truck door.
"Don't cut off that song," I told him, "dance with me in the moon light."
He seemed more then willing as he threw the truck in park, turned the ignition to auxiliary, jumped down, and took me in his arms. "You look beautiful tonight, "he whispered in my ear as he held me close and found the rhythm of the slow music.
I had one hand on his shoulder and one around his hip so I could cup his butt cheek in my hand. I stepped between his legs, so that I was straddling one of his and my pelvis was slowly grinding his thigh to the slow beat of the music. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his strong arms around me as he stepped and turned me slowly. We were so close that I could feel his heartbeat or was it the beat of the bass drum in the song or my own hurried pulses?
Closing my eyes and letting all the sounds and sensations take me, I let my head fall back and his strong arms guide me. He was rolling me in a dirty slow dance, supporting my back while we were almost glued together where my pelvis met his leg. As I turned and rolled, the outside of my thigh would nudge his hardness through the fabric of his tight jeans. It was a live beast barely under control, throbbing and growing as the song went on. His hands slipped down a bit, cupping my buttocks, allowing my shoulders to fall further back, my hair was swinging in the gently breeze that had started to ripple in and out of the trees surrounding us.
My whole body was full of sensations and I was indulging each and everyone if them. His lips touched my chest in a little wet kisses above my cleavage line and the hair on his head tickled my chin. Then he was dragging his tongue over and across each mound, almost worshipping them. My panties were getting wetter with this new added sensation and my stomach felt that butterflies were also taking flight in there. My God, I thought, we have been lovers for so many years and this man can still make me weak in the knees and I become putty in his hands.
The song ended but he did not release me, but kept kissing and licking around my chest and neck. The night air was fast cooling where his hot tongue had been sending tingles radiating to my core. A slower song came on the radio and he slowed but didn't miss a beat. I was so lost in the erotic sensations and the music pounding in my soul that I hadn't noticed where he had maneuvered me until he abruptly took my arm and pulled me up the steps of the cottage.
I was still in a euphoric daze but stumbled along behind him as he steadied me. He flung open the door and started undressing me before it could swing back on its hinges. The icy air from inside the air conditioned room almost brought a chill to my body. He had pulled my top over my head already and dropping to his knees was already suckling one of my fast hardening nipples into his steamy mouth. I had worn a shear light bra and there wasn't but a scrap of material between his seeking mouth and my hard nub.
When he shifted and took my other nipple into his mouth, the cool air, hitting the wetness left behind, made me feel like an ice cube had grazed me after a lava bath. My knees actually felt weak but his arm around my back supported me and his other hand massaged my full breast while he continued to suckle. Little moans of pleasure were all I could manage as my breasts were manipulated in turn, suckled, licked, and nibbled. The heat from his mouth and then the cool air were such extremes to my barely covered flesh.
I finally got my bearings as my eyes became accustomed to the darkness about me and leaned back onto the back of the couch for more support. By this time his mouth had started leaving a hot trail of licks and nibbles down my tummy. I arched my back, still bracing with my shoulders and ran my fingers through his hair, while his tongue swirled in and out of my belly button.
"Oh God," I gasped, as his hands pushed my short skirt up and his broad tongue started lapping at my crack through my already dampened panties.
I opened my legs wider allowing him better access to my wet pussy. My vaginal walls were already contracting and convulsing in anticipation of being filled and my hips, having a mind of their own, were starting to buck up to meet his heat seeking tongue. His hands had slid down and were now cupping my buttocks, pulling my center to meet his hungry mouth. His teeth were nibbling, and then his mouth was pulling, and sucking my nether lips.
Finally, his hands pulled my panties around my ankles. He then gently parted my lips wider before quickly burying his face back in my wet crack. His tongue darted in and out of my grasping hot hole, slowly at first, then faster. Every so often he would suck my hard clit into this mouth and flick his tongue over and around it. Just as I felt my insides start to boil in the beginnings of an orgasm he would drag his tongue the length of my crack, from asshole to clit and start the slow tease all over again, sucking and nibbling my lips, and lapping away. My juices were flowing pretty heavily now, lubricating a path for his tongue and lips as they blazed a trail of sparks, that were exploding internally. All I could do at this point was pant and clutch his head as he ministered to my wanton needs and desires. I was so on the edge of an orgasm by this point that all he had to do was flick my clit one more time and I would be drowning his mouth with cum. But he was in a teasing mood and was lavishing his tongue everywhere but there, no matter how hard I bucked my hips up to his mouth.
