Let's go for a walk -- it's so nice out.
I'll wear something comfortable; life is too short for a bra and underwear. Smooth fabric caressing my curves, accentuating in all the right places. Just warm enough, and just light enough to allow a tender blush to colour my cheeks.
Just an instance before we leave, an idea crosses my mind. I warm the lube up between my fingers before applying it to the plug. The fluffy rug on our bathroom floor is perfect for kneeling down, thus I have an easy time gently inserting my favourite toy, nice and careful. Playing with my clit right before and during helps me relax and easy into the sensation. Satisfied with myself, I admire the emerald jewel in our full body mirror. I love seeing our reflection in it while you fuck me in the shower just as much as admiring my work right now.
Your slashed jeans accentuate your long legs in just the right way, and when you throw on your leather jacket, your hair falls into place just into the perfect, messy way. I smile as you frown and try to smooth it out. Please leave it, I can't get enough of it.
The earth under our boots crunches and squelches as we leave our apartment. The tingles from the smack you gave my ass as I walked up to kiss you still linger. Every step makes the metal ball inserted into my body jump and play -- such a delicious feeling. Cold air makes holding hands even nicer than it is anyway. Soon we'll need gloves on our walks through the forest. Even though I tried to dress accordingly, cool air penetrates the layers and awakens my skin. All kinds of tingles all over my body, the best kind.
Listen to this; I think you'll like it.
As I slip the Air pod into my left ear, a full bodied base drowns out all passersby and traffic. My man knows what I like. You give me some time to listen carefully and form an informed opinion while we cross the street and head towards our favourite hiking path. Very few people are out and about -- a Wednesday night in this little town is quiet and peaceful.
Finally, we arrive at the entrance to this enchanted place. A thick wall of trees and foliage greets us as we make our way through the deep, blue-green. Here and there, red, yellow and warm ocker tones join the mix, getting more and more pronounced by the day. Golden October is what we call it, and it's mere days away from hitting us hard.
Wind rustles through the leaves as I listen to the final verse, and a shiver runs through my body. Instinctively, you put your arm around my shoulders and draw me closer to you. Gotta keep my baby warm.
Your body radiates warmth -- and engulfed in your scent, I could walk like this forever. Without realising it, I draw closer to you, making it harder for us to walk in the same rhythm -- damn that height difference. Thank goodness we're so used to it. Every time you just lift me up onto the kitchen counter, kiss my thighs and put your full, juicy lips and tongue to work on my clit, I thank heavens for this tall, handsome man who is so good at making me quiver.
I realise the smirk on your face and follow your gaze down. Unsurprisingly, my nipples have grown incredibly hard and erect under my shirt. It's the wind, of course. A quick look all around is enough to make sure we're all alone. Casually, your right hand finds my chest.
Warm hands cup my right breast, a cheeky thumb slowly circling and teasing the extremely sensitive centre. Its sweet torture and you know it.
What do you think?
The song stopped many moments ago, but I didn't realise it for a second. All I can focus on is making my legs move onwards, one foot in front the other, while the butt plug sends sweet vibrations towards my g-spot and your talented fingers are having fun driving me crazy. Suppressing a moan, a reach up to redirect your hand to my left breast, which feels desperately neglected and in need of your warm palm.
Fallen leafs and cold earth send their scent up and out, an olfactory symphony that is only surpassed by golden light flooding the scene. Autumnal sunset lasts and lasts this time of year. Despite all the beauty all around me, all I can seem to think about is your warmth, your hands on me and the sensations they send through my body.
I gasp for air as you decide to take it one step further and just, without comment or acknowledgement slide your hand down my shirt. Your hands feel smooth, warm and dry against my smooth, soft and bouncy tits. You're so good at doing cheeky, naughty things like that ever so casually and nonchalantly. As I look up to get a better idea of your thoughts, you're looking straight ahead, smirking, just as if you were just holding my hand instead of sending me straight down the path of cumming just from you rubbing my nipples.
I bite my lip and make an executive decision. My hand, which just moments ago grasped your hand, encouraging and pushing it to -- dear God -- not stop, finds its way to your ass. I want to touch and tease and feel you -- and this is just the first step.
As we turn a corner, the tell tale sound of an approaching bicycle disturbs the scene. Lighting quick, your right hand interrupts its delightful work and finds its way out of my top and back to your side. Innocently, my right hand finds your left, as we nod to the passing elderly lady. Like children being caught red handed, we giggle as we continue our walk.
You wanna hear that again? I think you might have been a bit distracted before.
Tapping the Air Pod in your right ear restarts the song. You must have listened to it on repeat before. This time I listen carefully, taking note of the intricate guitar riffs and guttural vocals. My man knows me well, I do like it. Getting into the music, I start bouncing a bit more with every step. How could I have forgotten that slick, metal ball that won't stop sending shivers up spine and down my clit with every step?! I can feel warmth pooling up and, what I know to be sweet, wetness collecting. The pressure building up in my core tells me I'm close to cumming just from clenching and walking -- and I can't take it anymore.
I stop in my tracks, just like that.
