Beneath the Sun Between Her Legs

Background: This is short story that i wrote for my Wife/Goddes and it retells an afternoon delight with her that took place in our home. i wanted her to visualize what occurred through my eyes. Please be respectful with your comments, and if you can't be, please move on. Thought I would share this memory with like minded people. Hope you enjoy...

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The day dragged with endless back-to-back conference calls filled with dull voices that became white noise from some far off, lifeless world. I was tuned out to them and completely distracted with thoughts of you. Those thoughts made my cock ache and swell in its cage. I couldn't help but daydream of you when I wasn't with you.

I muted the call and lowered the volume on the speakers as I wasn't paying attention to any of it anyways. I rolled my chair to the window, drawn by something or rather by someone. The afternoon was a perfect day, the sky a deep blue with some clouds floating only made our pool even more tempting.

Then you appeared.

My goddess.

Stepping out into the sun, sliding the door shut behind your, barefoot, calm and divine. In that moment for me nothing else existed. The sight of you made my stomach clench and my cock ache even more painfully pressing against its tight confinement that you had expected for me to wear indefinitely. You wore a sheer sundress that was barely a barrier at all between your tanned skin and the warmth of the sunlight. It clung to you just enough to hide what I already knew but it also slightly revealed everything I worshipped.

You moved like poetry. As you lifted your arms to tie your hair back, the lines of your body elongated and flexed. Your neck, God, your neck was exposed and tempting. A perfect place to begin with my adoration through my kisses. I imagined my lips trailing from there to your shoulder, down your back and ever so slowly as I kneeled to work my way to your firm ass, placing my kisses there on each side to worship you.

As you moved outside of our terrace, you carried only the essentials, an iced drink beading with condensation, a towel, and a bottle of the tropical oil. Every step you took pulled me deeper into your spell. The sun's light was coming through the dress, and it revealed even more of your elegant curves of your ass and your small but firm breasts. I would have given anything to be the sunlight at that moment touching all of you with its warmth.

You took a long and slow sip, your throat visibly working gently to swallow the refreshing drink. A drop of it clung to your lower lip before that wicked tongue of yours licked it away. And then you reached for your shoulder slipping the thin strap down your arm and then the other. The dress fell with gravity as it whispered down your torso as it was caressing your body as it fell. And there you were, my gorgeous goddess.

Nude except for the silver anklet on one leg and the small silver key on your necklace that symbolized so much for us. Your body seemed to be glowing and yet shadowed in places that wanted the light. Your breasts perked with the breeze and hardened your nipples as they were teased by the touch of the wind. Your ass curved out behind you like an invitation calling out. Your mound perfectly bare was glistening even before the oil. It was soft and smooth and so openly yours. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. Yet still, you hadn't looked towards me at all but you must have known that I was there. You must have known the state that I was in worshiping you from our study, sitting in the chair with my cock aching uselessly in its cage.

You walked slowly to the pool enjoying the warmth rising off the Chakum floor. You stood. With confidence, strength and determination. Your body conveyed so much without a single word being spoken. You laid out your towel and then knelt facing me. Your sunglasses still masked your eyes, but the rest of you, your beautiful breasts I adored, the belly that I kissed as a pathway to the soft, perfect folds of your sex, were completely exposed to the warmth of the sunlight and to me.

I sat there unable to breathe.

You opened the dark bottle and began to pour the thick tanning oil into your palm. I can imagine the sweetness of the tropical scent around you. Slowly, you began to cover your body with the oil and spreading it over your thighs, your hips, your belly leaving your skin glistening. You were enjoying it and didn't rush it. Your fingers moved in long, slow arcs over your skin, massaging and caressing the oil deep into your skin. My view of this was a sweet torture that made my cock ache even more its tight confines.

As you laid back on the towel, your palms slid upward toward your breasts. You cupped them and held them firmly. Your thumbs brushing each nipple in slow, tight circles. They responded by hardening under your touch. Your breath became deeper as your hips shifted against the towel. For me, it looked as if you were fucking yourself with nothing but your own fingers and my own gaze worshiping all of you.

I wanted to move, but I couldn't. My hands were clenched in my lap as I looked down to see the leaking mess from the caged cock. It felt helpless or rather useless in its current caged state. Your fingers drifted lower, teasing the soft rise of your mound. As you spread the oil between your thighs, you opened yourself even more. You parted your legs as though you were displaying yourself to me. One hand stayed at your breast, pinching your nipple while the other disappeared between your legs.

You began to truly touch yourself, with your middle finger pressing in. It was slick with the oil, and it moved in rhythm with your wrist. Your hips rocked back and forth gently, your mouth parting as you panted deeply. You were fucking yourself in full view of your servant and I was overwhelmed by your show.

You lifted your sunglasses and met my gaze. Your wicked smile gave you away. You knew what you were doing, and you enjoyed the cruel result that was being inflicted by the cage in the most exquisite way.

You held my eyes as you continued to stroke yourself. Your fingers curled as your hips grinded with a passionate intent. And when your hand slowed, your body tense from the wave that you were building inside, you called to me with a simple motion of your finger -- come to me.

And I quickly rose, raced down the stairs and out the sliding glass doors to join you outside.

When I was outside, you held my eyes as your finger curled, commanding me closer to you like a well-trained pet. Of course, I came to you with a racing breath and my heart pounding in my ears as I joined you on the pool deck.

"Strip," you said, your voice low, calm, absolute.

I obeyed without hesitation as my eyes stayed on you. The shirt, pants, underwear--all peeled away quickly and dropped into a useless pile behind me. There I stood, naked and fully exposed except for the tight cage locked on my cock by its PA piercing, my cock or should I properly call it yours, was leaking and swollen to the limits of what the cage would allow. It seemed to pulse along with my own heartbeat while the cage bit into my skin. There was no relief, only the ache from pressure and the built up need.

"Kneel," you stated in the same voice as before.

I lowered myself onto the warm pool deck, my knees landing between your parted thighs. My eyes exactly where you wanted them, on your glistening, oiled body and on your hand that was now teasing through your folds. Your fingers were slick, wet and fragrant with your own arousal. Your other hand still toyed with your breast by pinching and rolling the nipple until you moaned so slightly in the way I knew so well.

Your pussy was flushed as your lips spread open as all of you was on perfect display for my eyes. I stared deeply with my mouth parted, breathing heavily as my tongue pressed the back of my teeth. I was aching or dying for a taste. But you loved denying me and withheld your words granting me permission.

I couldn't touch you and couldn't move. The only move that was allowed was the twitch from my cock, but it met with its own punishment from the tightness of the cage.

All I could do was kneel before you and continue to watch your dance in front of me.

Arching your hips further forward to give me an even better view. Your fingers were working their way even deeper into you now. Two of them sliding inside of you with a wet sound that made my knees buckle beneath me. You were so incredibly wet, so ready and yet you didn't need anything from me. The only need was that of your own hand and my helpless gaze to build that wave of pleasure inside of you. Your breathing quickened as your lips parted with even a louder moan slipping free.

You drove your palm harder against your clit, your fingers thrusting up into yourself with a rhythm that grew more fiercely. The sound of your wetness was obscene, smacking and squelching with each stroke. I thought that the sound would carry over the wall to our neighbors' home. Your thighs trembled as your muscles tightened as each wave built more intensely inside of you.

Kneeling in front of you, I was shaking. My cock ached so painfully in its cage and I felt like I was going to burst. All of this made your smile widened in a wicked way.

"Don't touch," you moaned, your voice ragged, "just watch me. Keep your eyes directly on me. I want you to suffer some more."

And I did suffer worshipping you with my eyes, with every breath that I took and with each drop of precum sliding down my caged shaft. My hands curled into fists laying on top of my thighs unable to do anything while your moans louder. Your head rolled back slowly with your sunglasses shielding your eyes as you looked toward the sky as your hips jerked violently meeting your hand.

"I'm so close," you gasped. "And you can't do a thing about it."

Your fingers moved faster, working tight circles against your clit now. The wetness glistening between your thighs, dripping down onto the towel. Your breasts tightened with the jerk of your hips and your moans built even more in intensity.

I wanted to jump and crawl inside of you, to take in your scent and press my face into your wet folds and drink from you. I found the last bit of remaining strength to stay in place as you requested but I was a complete mess that was desperate and devoted.

Finally, the intense wave crashed over you as you yelled.

Your body arched upward with an incredible cry ripping from your throat as your orgasm continued to crash through you. It was loud, raw, primal, a mixture of loud moans and broken gasps. Your thighs were as you kept working yourself through every wave of that orgasm. Your fingers never stopped rubbing your clit as the waves rolled through you one after another.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yes!" you cried, barely breathing beneath the sun "Look at me. Look at what you can't have!" I watched as your body tightened with pleasure, as the heavy scent of your slick pussy filled my nose and made my cock tighten even more painfully in its cage. My tongue begged for a taste of your sweet juices, but I knew better. There was nothing for me until you were ready.

As your body calmed down your body was glowing as it was soaked with oil, your own nectar and sweat, you let out a long sigh. Your chest was rising and falling in uneven breaths as you trembled from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your legs still parted, loose and languid with the sun shining off the sheen of oil and sweat that coated your skin. Your breasts still tight rose high with each panting inhale, nipples still impossibly hard just begged to be kissed and licked.

As you looked at me, there was still a hunger on your face. A slow, indulgent wickedness that displayed at the corners of your lips as you lifted your hand from between your thighs as you admired the mess of your own arousal that coated your fingers. With a soft moan, you placed both hands on your pussy once more and slid your fingers deep inside of yourself. You pushed them in slowly, knuckles deep as your pussy squelched from the penetration. The walls still flushed and swollen from the powerful orgasm. Your hips lifted slightly as your body twitched in response, and my eyes went wide as I watched you open for yourself again, burying your fingers.

You held yourself there and again grinding your palm against your swollen clit for just a second more. Your face revealing the pleasure you felt. And then you slid your fingers out slowly as you dragged wetness and the slick cream with them. The thick creamy strings of arousal clung between your fingers as they slipped from your pussy. Your lips fluttered slightly from the motion as they were puffy, sated, trembling. I could see every detail. Every trembling fold, every swollen, wet ridge. My mouth was watering for a taste of you.

You lifted your soaked hand to the light and admired it as your fingers spread wide. Your creamy nectar clinging like honey. Your other hand pinched one of your hard nipples as you exhaled a loud moan through your smile, still savoring the pleasure that you felt.

I watched you breathless as I knelt in front of my goddess caged and desperate. Then I heard those sweet words. "You've earned a taste," you said softly but still with authority. "Just a taste," you reminded me.

You extended your hand toward me, fingers slick with your juices, the scent of your pussy was sharp and sweet in the air. They dripped slightly, strands stretching between them, your body's essence offered as a gift to me. I leaned in with my lips parted and tongue stretched out as you brought your fingers to my mouth. And when they finally entered, I tasted you. The taste that I always crave but can never be enough.

The first swipe of my tongue across your fingers revealed that sweet, tangy flavor that was thick with heat and unmistakable of your climax. I closed my lips around two of your fingers and sucked. I moaned around them like a man starving. I moved my tongue up and down every crevice of your finger licking you clean with slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel the warmth of your pussy still radiating through your skin.

You fed me your cream with the other fingers, and I took them in with gratitude as my tongue swirled and my lips held tight around each knuckle as I licked every last drop. I licked until there was nothing left but the taste in my mouth and the ache in my cock.

"Good boy," you said as you slid your fingers out of my mouth and then placing them on my head as your moist fingers curled softly into my hair. I stayed kneeling there completely undone but all yours. The flavor of you still thick on my tongue, my heart pounding in my chest as my goddess glowed before me in the sunlight and still so very far beyond my reach.