As the car inches up the seemingly seldom traveled dirt road into an empty field, the full moon breaks from the cover of lacy clouds to shed a silver radiance over the landscape beneath. I sigh deeply, feeling your presence in the seat next to mine, knowing that in a short while, we'll be all alone, lying together.. sharing our passion without bounds. I find a secluded spot to stop against the side of the meadow, against the dark tree line.
I slip from my seat, making sure to leave the CD-player emitting soft seductive background music, as I maneuver my way to the backseat. Beckoning you with a slight gesture, you move to sit in the drivers seat, facing me.. an expectantly hungry look in your gray-blue eyes. I start to sway in time to the strains of Enya that are floating through the still night air, feeling the coolness of the wind's breath through an open window, letting it caress the swell of my breasts as I slowly begin to slide my shirt down.
My nipples ache for the feel of your lips or hands sliding ever so softly across them and strain to be freed from the fabric that so cruelly imprisons them. I lean back against the edge of the rear seat, slipping the tank top off over one shoulder, freeing one round globe as the strap of my white lace bra follows suit.
The nipple greets the coolness of the air and the power of your erotic stare by springing to full tautness. As I close my eyes and lay back even further, feeling the leather of the seat sliding almost like a caress against my bare back, I can sense that you are rising to move closer to me, although not quite ready to stop my exhibition just yet.
I can feel the weight of your eyes as they stroke across my bared breast, lingering on the rosy bud of my nipple, your mind imagining how good the soft yet firm flesh will feel as you suck it ever so slowly into your mouth. I shudder upon reading the thought from your mind, almost as vivid as the actual touch shall be. I refuse to stop my teasing, as I at last free the opposite breast and toss my shirt across the length of the car, heedless at this point of where it ends up.
Twin globes of aching flesh lie a scant foot from your reach and as my hands slide across the swells of ripe flesh to cup them both eagerly in my palms, I hear you sigh in appreciation of the view you are being offered. My tongue darts out to moisten my dry lips and again, I sense you shiver upon glimpsing that slight, yet oh so erotic gesture. Not sure how much longer I can torture the both of us, I allow my palms to slide down across my upper body, stopping as I lean forward, grasping the hem of my skirt and pulling it off over my head in one abrupt motion.
You growl appreciatively upon realizing that I am not wearing anything beneath the now discarded garment. Your hands twitch with the urge to touch my smooth sensitive thighs, yet you restrain yourself, knowing that the show I am providing you is by no means over.
Undulating my hips in time to the pulsing erotic beat of the music now filling the intimate darkness, I caress the tops of my own thighs, raking my nails lightly across the skin, making waves of sensation and arousal course through my blood with each successively lower touch. But nothing I can do to myself ever prepares me for the fire that ignites the moment your lips or hands make contact with my flesh!
I gasp as I suddenly feel the searing heat of your lips close over one proffered nipple, while one seemingly absent-minded hand slips up along my side to cup the opposite breast, squeezing gently in rhythm with the suckling movements of your talented lips and tongue. Your other hand reaches around to the nape of my neck, ever so lightly tracing the soft skin there, making goose-bumps spring out across the length of my body and shivers race up and down my spine.
Bracing myself against the edge of the seat, knowing that my knees are too weak now to support me safely, I feel your sweet mouth slide hungrily from one laved nipple across to the other, as your hand also switches sides.
I reach up with a hand and seek to pull up the T-shirt that prevents my fingers from sliding across the smooth skin of your chest. Feeling it cry out to be caressed, I push you away long enough to yank the shirt from your body and fling it into the moonlight darkness. Abruptly, before you can retake your hold on me, I turn to put my back to you, knowing that not being able to see what you will do next is a turn-on beyond imagining.
I hear you chuckle evilly upon sensing my intent, and the next thing I feel is your silken lips closing over one earlobe from behind, as one palm cups a breast and begins to massage it, and the other darts with lightning intent to seek the treasure between my thighs. As your fingers stroke the inside of my thighs, I have no choice but to part them and allow you free rein to touch any part of me that you please.
With seemingly ruthless speed, one of your forefingers slips deep within me, as your breath whispers my name into my ear, your tongue swirling hotly against my neck, rimming my lobe, then darting into the center... mimicking the actions of your hands down below. I arch back against your bared chest, feeling your hot skin as an added caress, further fuel for our erotic inferno. Your heartbeat throbs a pagan tempo, mirroring the beat of my own, as my mouth feasts upon what I can reach of your throat, my tongue tracing fiery circles across your inflamed flesh.
Turning in your embrace to face you, our mouths meet in a kiss that is ravenous in its intensity. Lips and tongues dance and seek to devour the other, as two pairs of hands roam the lengths of our exposed skin, stopping first to trace the swell of my breasts, then mine stopping to run my palms across your nipples; your fingers caress my ass, trailing the nails up and down the tops of my inner thighs, making my knees feel as if they are made of water.
Reveling in our pleasure, we part only to draw shaky breaths, our pulse throbbing rapidly in time to the thunderous tempo of our hearts. I look up into your eyes and then glance slowly out the window, my pupils wide and dark in the silver light of the moon. My desire for you smolders in the depths of my stare and the answering look in your eyes makes me suddenly want you even more. Wickedly, I place the flat of my palms against the firmness of your chest and push you away from me... your one hand falling away from its resting place upon my breast, the other withdrawing reluctantly from the moist, hot joining of my thighs.
"Let's go outside" I whisper, the words more a command than a suggestion open for debate. Sensing you nod in approval, I feel you lean forward against me, reaching over the seat for the folded blanket laying there. The warm, sweet smell of your skin prompts me to circle my tongue once around one of your nipples that conveniently has offered itself to my mouth's reach. Laughing low, and sensual in my throat, you answer with your own animal growl... loving the way that I purr for you.
Slipping out into the embrace of the cool night air, I suddenly have a flash of unease, realizing that I am outside, and utterly naked. I envy you the concealment that your jeans provide, at least for the moment. I reach out and before you realize my intent, I release the button upon your pants and slide them down over your hips, drawing the underwear beneath along with them. "Now we are even!" I giggle evilly.
The whispering tickle of the high grass arouses my heightened senses, as I step around to the front of the car, searching for the best spot to resume our amorous activities. Spying at last a patch of relatively flat and clear grass off to the left, nearer to the protective shadows of the trees, I point out the location to you and amble over to it.
You fling out the blanket and I watch in fascination as the light of the moon and the shadows of the rippling fabric create their own sensuous interplay as the blanket settles slowly to the ground. As I prepare to lie down, I suddenly find myself squealing in surprised delight, as your arms encircle my waist from behind, your mouth nibbling the back of my neck, your breath whispering against one ear. "'Tis my turn for tormenting you, my dear" You laugh, deviousness vibrating in the rich, husky sound.