1. The Hayloft


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Dancewithme, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    The feel of your breasts against me, and the heat of our embrace gets me all short of breath, and I have to break the kiss. I hold your head now and bring you to me, knowing I am getting aroused, and hope you might be. So, my heart leaps as your hand reaches to where my erection is… ”Well, now then,” you say, “now maybe we can dance without making a scene.” “I guess so,” I admit with a smirk. “That thing seems to have a mind of its own sometimes," I say with a silly smirk. You laugh. “We’ll see about that! Now let’s see what’s in that old barn, you handsome, sweet talkin’ guy, you!” I smile at your obvious delight in finding out I am who I am…or at least I want to think so. I am really impressed with more than your face, as you can wiggle, and snuggle up like an angel, as we speed up on that path. I am under your spell, as you can tell from my growing erection. I wonder what you must be feeling, but I am not exactly taking your hand and dragging you down the path to the lonely barn. I open the door and light a kerosene lamp. When I finish, you look up at me and give me a hungry kiss, right there in the glow. I offer with a gesture of my eyes to take you to the beautiful hayloft with a vent door, just up a fairly short ladder. We ascend. You lead the way bravely, your legs tantalizing me again, so firm and sexy in your boots, and now, with your equally strong thighs showing from behind. I don’t know how I could ever match the exquisite sight I have of your ass, when you take ...
    your last step to the loft. Somehow, fluffy white cottons hit me like something pricey from Victoria’s. When we reach the top, we recline in the hay, so soft, yet firm, and with the loft door partly open to let in the moonlight, I take you in my arms and kiss you again. Something in you makes you say yes, and we are out of breath in a few seconds. I am holding my arm around you, and whispering in your ear, as if we have known each other for years. You seem so relaxed with me, and I am thrilled. Your passionate response and affirmative moaning leads me to kiss you more deeply, running my fingers through your hair. It is so lovely to the touch, falling in little golden-auburn waves down to your shoulders and slightly down your back. It smells so sweet, I am beginning to get really turned on, and my nerves are on edge. Your freely giving yourself to me, gives me the confidence I need to move on. My hands seem to be everywhere, and so are yours. This is now something we both want and we know it. Your breasts are ready to be released, and I cannot help myself but spring them free. They are glorious in the moonlight. I have never seen breasts so beautiful, with their nipples pouted and pointed up toward their luscious erotic release into bliss. Your skin is like marble, just as your neck was in the dance hall. I lurch at them, and before I even place my lips on them, you are thrusting them up to me. You are primal now too. The nipples are so strawberry red with heat, I cannot hold ...
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