1. Story Time For Two


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: MidKnightMan, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    me, or she would alight beside me for a moment, in-between preparing various furnishings or treats. She was very attentive and always in the moment. Time stopped for us both during these ritual collisions. My cock was nearly in a perpetual state of readiness once I stepped through her door, or held her in the nearby woods along the creek. I was in the moment as well. Her breasts were as perfect as the creator could possibly mold, and her hips were divine to behold. Her close cropped hair, blonde with dark streaked highlights, gave her a sort of pixie look. Long natural lashes and large greenish blue eyes struck me immediately each time I renewed my view of her. A classical beauty dominated the cuteness. She sparked generously with lust, femininity, energy and confidence. As to myself, well I worked out on a regular basis, was proud of my fitness level, felt confident in my various aptitudes, and in my ability to give in proper measure. She seemed to revel in my nature and my free ways. She said I reeked of attitude and assuredness, and it turned her on nearly as much as fast rides through the curves, on my Harley. Being content, relaxed, and spellbound was easy around her. Once settled in to the surroundings, either inside the cottage or out amongst the fauna and flora, a reading would ensue within a short time. I to her, or vice versa, depending on who was more eager to share, arouse, and please. Sometimes in order to effect an unexpected boldness, I'd be unbuckling, ...
    unsnapping and unzipping my jeans under the paper that I'd be reading from. I'd have to stifle a laugh or grin, as I'd watch her in my peripheral, to see her twitch, fidget, and wrestle for control of herself, trying so hard to be still, to listen, but offering her restless moans and sighs, as little defense. Hands soon wandered off pages, trembles coursed in ripples through limbs. Breathing was energetic, and eyes were lit with excited engagement and expectation. An arm around a shoulder quickly turned to a hand descending towards a partially exposed upper breasts. No bra usually combined with low cut sweaters or thin blouses, which always allowed for maximum eye candy. We circled each other, a slow erotic dance, ever closer to the pounce. Thighs pressing up against thighs, feet bumping barefoot feet, hands beginning to dance on the other in earnest, it was all magical pageantry in the miracle of each moment. Often her thigh would tangle over and around my own, opening her, exposing her dampening arousal to the reach of a hand, either her own, or mine. If it were her own, I would piggyback hers with mine, fastening detailed memories to my mind like so many sticky notes. I was eager to acquiesce in her preferences of touch, as my hands eventually flew solo over her voluptuous exposed terrain. A warm inviting fire always crackled in the hearth, just as heated excitement crackled between our two hungering souls. The delivery of searingly erotic words, being read from one heart to the ...
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