It's Labor Day Weekend, and we've booked a room at a Bed & Breakfast in Belfast, Maine, called The White House. I've been there before, and it's fabulous. I know you haven't, and I also know you'll love it. The rugged shoreline, the sailboats and fishing boats in the bay, sleeping at dawn as the mist surrounds them like a blanket.
We're driving through the back country roads, soaking in the scenery, or at least I am -- you've fallen asleep, your hand intertwined in mine, your face peaceful and glowing as always. Looking over at you, I wonder what you're thinking -- what's making you smile so?
Then, as if reading my mind, your hand draws mine along your leg, up from the knee and into your skirt. Your legs part slightly -- just enough for me to continue my journey to your private garden of Eden. I hear you breathe in sharply as my fingers trace along your inner thigh, your skin so soft and smooth, your thighs so firm and inviting.
Reaching up under your skirt I realize that you aren't wearing any panties and my fingers get lost in your soft tuft of hair, caressing up the sides of your swelling pussy lips and brushing ever so gently across your clit. Your hips move forward as your hand guides my fingers inside of you. The first feeling of those lips is always the most incredible -- so soft as they wrap around my fingers, so wet and warm. Mmm, truly Nature's most perfect creation. Even with the top down I can smell the sweet musky scent of you and my excitement grows.
Your hand cups mine as my finger plunges in and out of you, slowly at first, wiggling around and savoring the texture and moistness of your luscious pussy. Your fingers are caressing the back of my hand, assuring me that I am pleasing you. I slip my finger out and massage your clit, feeling it harden and your body quiver slightly, then plunge it and another back into you, pumping your pussy like a cock, only one that can turn and explore your sensuous depths. My mind begins to wander, dreaming of tasting you and sucking on those puffy lips. But, alas, I must drive, so the daydream will have to wait.
While my fingers are plunging in and out of you, your right hand caresses up your blouse and undoes the buttons, one by one, pulling the blouse open and revealing your perky, firm breasts, aching to be released from your bra and teased. Your fingers caress under and around your breasts and I see your nipples harden and pole through the fabric, awake and wanting to be teased. Soon your fingers brushes across your nipples then circles them.
I pull my hand out from between your legs and place my fingers on your lips. They part and suck my fingers in, savoring the juices and sucking them like a cock, making me harder still. Already there is a moist spot in the middle of my shorts where the precum is oozing out. I move my hand to your breasts and free them, pushing the bra under so that your breasts are lifted up, pointing for all the world to see -- your nipples harder still in the breeze rushing by.
I tweak them a little and your fingers take over again, rolling them between the fingertips and massaging your breasts. They are so perfect and beautiful.