After 3 months of freezing cold in Salt Lake City, I was thrilled to be in southern Nevada, soaking up the sun and thawing. My wrap skirts, sandals, and tank tops came out in response to the warm weather and I felt great. Being at Ty's parents house, we couldn't really have all the "intimate time" we wanted and were forced to be secretive, snatching it here and there, which added a little danger and made it pretty interesting. I'm not terribly quiet, and I often found myself biting his shoulder to keep from crying out when we made love. We were also more creative about when and where, that's what this story is about.
The weather, of course, was perfect for this time of year. Cloudless sky, warm sun, a day begging for us to go for a 4-wheeler ride out into Logandale's surrounding desert. I loved going out on that thing! The feeling of the wind on my bare arms, the sun warming my back, and, of coarse, the opportunity to have my arms around Ty as we headed over trails and rough terrain. I have to admit that I often let them slip further down his chest then the situation demanded, straight down to his crotch, as a matter of fact.
The trail he took me on was curvy, also having many bumps and rough spots. I must say I didn't mind. I had never noticed how much those things vibrated and hummed when they were going. I not only enjoyed the dusty colors of the desert and plateaus, but the feeling of being stimulated by the machine. By the time we got to our destination, Mormon Mesa, I was wet and worked up, but I had never had sex out of doors, so I didn't immediately demand attention from my boyfriend.
On top of the mesa were sand dunes, which I have never really seen, as Idaho isn't overflowing with them. We walked around and eventually decided to get rid of the shoes as they were being filled with sand. The contact with the sand was like with silk, it was soft and flowed across skin, adding a new sensation. We were soon inundated with the tiny granules, and wondered why we were bothering with clothes as we were far from any person, it would be less uncomfortable in the sand, and I have never turned down an opportunity to be naked, or see Ty's wonderful body.
The sun, which one thought may be harsh and unforgiving, felt soft and forgiving upon our bodies, doing no more then warming us and lighting us for the appreciation of our mate. As he looked at me, I recalled the things he usually said when he looked at my body. Beautiful shape, large, nice breasts, slender waist, and wonderful hips. I've never cared much for my hourglass figure, feeling as though I am over-weight, but I feel beautiful when he sees me. He, of coarse, asks me to turn around for him, making me feel like he's making sure everything is how he left it since the morning. He likes it when I clench my ass and runs his fingers over the moon tattoos on my back, one an angel, one a devil, basically my personality.
He comes close to me and brushes my full lips gently, whispering, "God you're so perfect". My heartbeat starts to quicken as it always does when he kisses me passionately. I run my hands over his strong pecks and abs. His cock is hard as a rock just from watching me strip. God, it's amazing. I didn't think I could possibly get any wetter, but the sight of his rigid, 8-inch member made me drip. My mind was going into the fuzzy, unclear state that our lovemaking caused. I was super aware of my body, feeling his hands as they smoothly ran over my skin, down to my crotch, and played with the dark brown curls, searching, then finding my wet slit.
