Breath
I brush back your hair, exposing the soft skin of your neck. Softly kiss your lips, then across your cheek to your jawline. Slowly I moved back to just below your ear, softly exhaling. I nuzzle your neck before teasingly kiss, drawing a low moan from your lips. The tip of my tongue lightly darts across your flesh, pulling an almost silent gasp from your open lips. My lips and tongue glide down your neck, caressing the skin every so lightly. I bare your collarbone, as my lips dance down and across. Up your throat my lips go and across your neck again. Goosebumps trail as my lips walk over your flesh behind your ear, tongue gently teasing.
The Chair
Beth sat on the wooden chair, blindfolded. Her feet were tied to the legs of the chair, her arms tied behind the chair. Her ass was comfortably filled with a plug and her pussy was stuffed with an egg vibrator. Her legs were open just enough to let the slight breeze tease her bare, shaved lips resting on the cool wood surface. Although tied down, she could shift slightly, which only wiggled the plug and the egg, neither sensation she objected to. She had no idea was in store for her, the suspense making her pussy even wetter.
She jumped a little as the feather tickled her nipples. It then trailed down her breast, sweeping the underside slowly. She wondered if would slide down the side of her stomach, a place that always got her going. She barely finished the thought before the gasp escaped her lips as the tease glided across that very spot, only to swirl around, driving her crazy. Barely catching her breath, the teasing sensation traveled down, almost to her hot lips, before the light touch danced down her inner thigh. Slowly it danced up the tender flesh again, achingly close before pausing. Just as she relaxed from the tease of her thigh, the tip of the feather darted over her clit, drawing yet another deep gasp. As she writhed within her bonds, Jim turned the egg to low.
Her pussy twitched as the sensations traveled through her body. As the setting went higher, the chair buzzed, in turn sending pulses of pleasure through the plug buried in her ass. Her mouth opened as the waves built in her. The feather teased her nipples as guttural sounds of pleasure flowed from her mouth. Jim watched as her body convulsed against the restraints. Beth screamed softly as the first clamp closed on her tender nipples, her tongue tracing her lips as the second gripped her flesh. Her screams grew as her clit was pinched by a third clamp, chain dancing between her breasts and down her front.
Picnic Table
Convinced to go commando in a skirt, Beth and Jim were enjoying a drive through a local park. As Jim drove the winding road, Beth enjoyed the occasional breeze up her skirt and across her moist lips. Jim pulled into one of the many picnic areas, a smaller one that didn't get much use, especially on a weekday. He coyly smiled as he parked the car at the far end of the small lot.
"Shall we enjoy the fresh air a little?" Jim asked.
"Sure," Beth replied, a little nervous being out of the car with nothing underneath, but also a little confident given the semi-secluded area.
They walked back to the far corner of the pavilion, a naughty twinkle in Jim's eye. Reaching a table, Jim requested Beth sit on the table end itself, not the bench seat. After lifting herself onto the table, she watched him glance over her shoulder, scanning for any other patrons. Secure in their seclusion, he slowly ran his hands up her thighs, spreading them slightly as he went higher and raising her skirt. Beth was apprehensive, but his hands felt good on her bare thighs. Fingertips on her hot wet lips made her jump slightly, the slight breeze not helping with her decorum. Jim kissed her neck as his skilled fingers easily slid past her lips and deeper inside. Her pussy was inflamed not only from her husband's ever so talented fingers, but also from being fingerfucked in such an open place. As Jim kissed and nuzzled her neck, he kept watch, but still teased the inner walls of his wife's hot pussy, a fingertip grazing her tight asshole from time to time. Her thighs clamping on his hand told him she was cumming and hard. A thumb on her clit only fueled her heat and the tightness of her thighs. After finally relenting with his fingers, she released his hand between her curvy thighs. She watched as he sucked her juices from his digit, then slowly kneel in front her. He licked his lips and kissed her inner most thighs. Beth was about to become a picnic lunch...
