Summer is here now, the heat practically unescapeable; might as well enjoy it. How lucky am I to spend an evening drifting lazily down the river with you in a cozy rubber raft? We're practically alone out here, save for a few ducks and geese that honk our way as we pass. But it's not the wildlife that catches my eye; I can't stop looking at you, and the hunger that seems to accompany any thoughts of you grows and grows with you right there in front of me.
Any man would be drooling at the vision in front of me, and I'm no different. A tiny little bikini that barely covers your smooth skin teases me. I can tell you've been in the sun a bit before this, hints of pale flesh that are in stark contrast to your tan keep peeking out at me as you move about the raft. Oh how I long to feel that flesh next to mine.
We start out on our journey with you sitting right in front of me, your warm body pressed against my chest, and my arms and legs around you. I always feel so strong and powerful when I'm able to wrap my arms around your body, holding you tight enough to feel your heart pounding. My lips slowly graze along your neck; I brush your hair out of the way so I can whisper in your ear, telling you just how beautiful you are. My tongue lingers, softly tracing the outline of your ear.
My hand reaches up to gently stroke your chin, turning your face towards mine. I could get lost looking into the deep soulfulness of your eyes, especially when I notice the hunger that mirrors my own. Just like every other time I see your face, my lips turn up into a huge smile. There's a better use for my lips, though, and I quickly put them to that use by pressing them against yours.
Time seems to stand still whenever we kiss; it's as if our kiss takes a life on of it's own. Your lips are so soft, so warm; my tongue darts out to feel their velvety smoothness. I'm not surprised to meet your own tongue already there, and my heart jumps as our tongues twist around each other. You're enjoying it too, I feel a moan slowly emerge from inside you, the sound vibrating against my tongue. You playfully bite down as my tongue plunges deeper into your mouth; I pull back and flash you a grin. But I'm back again quickly for another kiss, this one longer, and slower, our eyes closing as if to surrender ourselves to the passion of the moment.
My fingers are surrendering too, giving in to the desire to touch. Gliding from your face along to your neck, dancing lightly on the smooth silk that is your skin. I caress your shoulders, my thumb presses down on the muscles in your back. I want to touch all of you; my hand moves to your front, my fingers slip up under the material of your suit, gently cupping your breasts. Disliking the confinement of your top, I reach back and untie it, letting it fall to the floor of the raft. You're exposed now, the pale skin of your breasts feeling the warmth of the setting sun. My hands quickly take the place of your top, fingers teasing your stiffening nipples as our kisses continue to grow more noisy, more sloppy, and much more intense.
