Together we walk hand-in-hand, ever so slowly, towards the opened back door. This day has been blistering hot and the house is just beginning to cool down. I place myself in front of you. Knowing perfectly well that you would be most eager to follow me, I move forward and lean on the cold metal railing of the deck. Coming up from behind me, you fit yourself tightly up next to me. Leaning back, I cozy up against your broad chest. The fragrance of your spicy cologne blends into our shared space. Looking upwards, I take in the beauty of the shining stars. The sky in contrast is pitch dark as is our surroundings.
This night is warm, but somehow the breeze is comfortable and refreshing. I sense your hand move up to my neck. I lean my head so that I may offer myself for your taking. You draw my curly hair around to the opposite side, this leaving my skin bare for your tender kisses. I breathe in deeply with anticipation of your warmth finding its way to my soft, balmy skin. A deep and breathy gasp escapes my now searing lips as I draw in my lower lip and confine it with my teeth. Not unlike what I long to do to yours. You have the most inviting and kissable lips. With your gentle strokes on my skin brings with it dampness to my sweltering and pulsating crevice. My feminine delicates are moist with creamy desire.
Suddenly, it seems as if you are abundantly aware of the spontaneous effect that your physical attention is having on my now shivering body. With ease, your hand moves across my ribs finding its way up to cup my aroused breast. Squeezing and kneading my mound to the point of my wanting you by no means to cease. My erect pink nipples are uncomfortable as they stir against the lacey fabric of my bra. I silently will you to do away with the confining delicate apparel. My only thought is, "Oh God, please touch me skin to skin."
Instead your firm, demanding caress is broken and you journey upward so to capture my auburn locks within your sturdy fingers. With each offering to my neck comes with it a tighter grasp. Again, I moan outwardly and with it I back my ass up hard against your swollen shaft that is still hidden behind denim. The pressure of your hardness causes my hips to shift back and forth with obvious desire. You react with stiff thrusts against my tight rear, and our movements promptly take on a rhythmic motion of their own. With each plunge and grind our fantasized needs blossom into reality.
In an instant, you capture me and are engulfing my every breath while positioning your cock up tight alongside my pussy. There is no space for even the soft breeze to pass through between us. I can wait not a moment longer to fondle your manly sex even with your pants fully intact. Capturing you, my movement is feverish with yearning and with intent on knowing completely what I am claiming. You reclaim your hold on my hair and pull me in for a firm, nearly painful exchange. Our swollen lips are unable to depict the difference in temperature as they own the others.
