He pressed his soft full lips against mine, body mirrored this action as he gripped the small of my back and pulled me close, shutting off any space we had between our bodies. A small moan emitted somewhere from inside me, I was too enveloped in the moment to care where from. He ran his sharp tongue across the front of my teeth and I could feel the growing cock expanding in the tight denim rubbing against my thigh. His hand began to travel down past my belly, I thought he'd never get there...
Somewhere in the present a dog began its obsessive barking and roused me from my own head. "Stupid fucking mutt" I groaned. Damn, had I wanted that dream to go on.
Somewhere through the crack in the curtain I could see the shimmer of daylight and figured I may as well make tracks on the day. I padded barefoot into the ensuite, the cool floor tiles a saving grace on the heatwave that was currently swamping the small village I lived in. I turned on the shower and slipped my satin nightgown over my head. Checking myself out in the mirror I noticed my mound was swollen and throbbing. "Jesus, I'm horny" I laughed.
I walked into the shower slowly, letting my body acclimatise to the ice cold jets of water that spurted hard against my back. My nipples became erect and spontaneously my fingers began exploring them; lightly touching the end just sent that feeling of exhilaration rocketing to my brain, starting the chain of nerve sensations that bled into all the synapses in my body, the butterflies in my tummy, the weight-less feeling in my head, the sharp intake of breath as my hips begin slowly gyrating back and forth...
Nope. I'm not doing this now! I had a big night out planned tonight and I had around 8 hours to get into town and buy something sexy to wear. I was planning on going all out: hair, nails and makeup, new outfit and of course underwear. Shoes and a bag. Nothing made me feel as confident as dressing up. Petite, blonde, not bad looking. I'd always suffered low self-esteem from school, jibes around small tits had contributed towards this. Don't get me wrong, there is a handful but I guess what I lacked there I made up in let's just call in 'technique'.
I needed a release but it had been so long I didn't want it any old way. I was going to get it. Tonight. Telling myself it'd be worth waiting for, I shut off the water and proceeded to get ready.
I opted for minimal makeup, flats and a pretty white summer dress. Grabbing my clutch and car keys, I locked up and stepped out into the sweltering heat. It was suffocating; the heat clung to my body and everything around it. The crickets had come out to play, soft chirping mellowed in the background and I popped the top off my convertible. A little present from me to me. Stepping on the gas I proceeded the 15 miles to the next biggest town that housed the nearest decent clothes shops.
As I drove along the country lanes the change in wind force heightened my senses. My hair flowed behind me like a long veil, tickling the nape of my neck and causing goose pimples to rise on my arms. My cotton dress fluttered in the breeze, teasing my nipples with the tantalising flickering against them. Yeah ok, I may have 'forgotten' to put on a bra. It was too warm; I wanted to feel fresh and free. The heat on the leather seats caressed my bare buttocks...ok busted. I'd gone commando. A shiver of anticipation shot down my spine. Something in the air made me become alert, aware of the mixed feelings pulsing through my body. The weather was amazing, I was about to indulge in some serious retail therapy and in the back of my head I knew tonight would be the night I'd be spending with someone, anyone, to take away the months of lonely nights I'd endured.
That was until the car shuddered about a quarter of mile down the lane and just stopped. Completely cut out on me. Slamming my hands in frustration against the wheel, I removed the key and breathed a deep sigh of frustration. I hated not being in control of anything in my life, let alone a fucking car I'd forgotten to put gas in. "Idiot" I said to myself. And to top it all off, my phone had zilch reception. The nearest gasoline station was in the direction I was headed in so I pulled the container from the boot and set off.
About a mile into the walk I was lagging; I needed some water and to get into the shade. To the left of me was a foot bridge, it knocked about 3 miles off the drive as it cut across the river. Cautiously I climbed the stile and stepped down into the cool grass, towards the bridge. I could feel each blade of grass tickle my ankles, my calves, the back of my knees as I continued the decline towards the bubbling stream that ran alongside the river. That tickle. God that tickle crept up my thigh...
I reached the bridge and began to cross, pausing halfway to look over the side of the crumbling stone wall. It was cold, crisp, clear. Man I'd dive into that right now if I could. However I had another agenda and I wasn't much of a risk taker.
A deep throaty cough sliced through the muggy air like a knife through butter. I turned like a rabbit in headlights, unaware I had company. Peering over the edge of the otherwise of the bridge I saw what I can only describe as a breath taking piece of scenery. He was like an Adonis. Tall, jet black hair swept up and fixed in place so it barely bristled in the breeze. Jeans rolled up to mid calf, he was wading in the steam, looking tentatively for something. The white vest he was wearing clung to every chiseled ripple on his stomach, damp with sweat. He appeared to be overturning small rocks in stream and cursing when whatever he was looking for wasn't underneath. I faltered for at least 60 seconds, unsure to make myself known or carry on my way. Then it dawned on me he may have a mode of transport and could help out a damsel in distress.
