We sat on an arched footbridge, watching the small watercraft make its way down the river and towards the Gulf. A cool-ish breeze had picked up and it felt wonderful. I took Michelle's hand in mine and pulled her closer to me, so that our sides were touching. I looked over at her and couldn't help but stare at her cleavage, which was thrust up and out of her camisole top to very good effect. I knew that she had nothing on underneath her black denim skirt, the one that had the slits up to practically the waistband. It was all I could do not to feel her up right there; there were other people near us, walking on the bridge.
I could see out of the corner of my eye that most of the males that used the bridge couldn't resist looking at Michelle...she was the very essence of female sexuality. Even simple moves like shifting her weight exuded sensuality...her touch was pure heaven.
My mind drifted back to a few hours earlier, when we were on her bed. I could easily recall of her moves, the way her mouth and throat felt when she sucked me off, the way her firm breasts responded to my hands, and the way her tongue felt in the back of my mouth. I closed my eyes and saw her tight, bald pussy once more, taking my cock repeatedly as I fucked her.
I could still smell the scented candles mingled with our own scents of passion. It was sweet, soothing, and stimulating all at the same time. I don't know how she became such a fantastic lover, and better still, I had no idea why she was with me of all people. I leaned over and took her chin in my hand, pulling her willing mouth to mine. We shared another amazing kiss, and stirred up those hardly dormant passions once more. I intentionally brushed her breasts lightly with my forearm and was rewarded with the beautiful sight of her erect nipples straining out from the flimsy material of her sheer black bra and skimpy camisole.
I suggested that we go back to her place, and she playfully inquired as to why I might want to do that. I pretended indignation and baited her, saying that I thought that we could catch the Yankees and Devil Rays on ESPN...
She pretended to be insulted, and playfully bit my earlobe pretty hard. I yelped a bit and pulled away, laughing. She pressed against me hard and took a mouthful of my neck, sucking and biting for all she was worth. It hurt but at the same time it was incredibly arousing. I reached behind her head with my hand and grabbed a bunch of hair, pushing her head in even harder. She took a good bite and sucked even harder...I pulled her off of my neck and told her that if she kept this up, she was going to be in for it...
This was her signal to me that she might just want something on the rough side when we got back. No worries on my part; we already had many fantastic and wonderful "sessions" in the near-past, and I told myself that this was going to be no different. Michelle was a very open woman when it came to "alternate" forms of sexual pleasuring.
We strolled slowly back to her car and took the ride back to her place, the whole time my mind was working on what I would do to her once we got there. I smiled to myself as a plan came together in in my mind.