We were sitting in the park, down by a lazy river. A few people would walk by now and again but no one was paying us much mind. We were just relaxing before another workweek, enjoying each other's company. I was playing with your hand as we spoke quietly, lying in the late September sun. Side by side on our bellies we talked about the events of the last few days that we'd spent together.
A cool breeze made us pull a sheet up over our lower bodies as we continued to remember. Three days of lovemaking that also included some potently hot sex. Not to mention a number of good meals together. But now you were telling me about another type of eating. The kind that involved my mouth and your pussy. You told me how you liked it when I would suck lightly on your lips, pulling them into my mouth and caressing them with my tongue. I couldn't resist pressing my lips against your mouth. Probing lightly with my tongue, testing your reception. You also tell me a fantasy you have involving another woman, and exactly how she could please you.
You looked around a bit before sliding your hand down my front as I tilted back for easier access. Bad Girl! Oh no we can't go this route here. Can we? My hand covered your lower back, caressing you with slow increasing pressure, my need showing through my touch. Your pretty soft hand tugs me to attention as you fingernail your way to my ball sac. My loose pants allow you pretty good access to twirl my stiffening pole through your hand as our lips meet again.
A lovely pair of beauties press against me in a gentle yet insistent way. I look down to see the cleavage made by your arms pressing your boobs together. A lovely dusky shade, or is that a blush spreading over my beauty? My hand wedges between your legs, over the thin fabric of your skirt. Which covers your peach colored panties, that snuggles against your neatly trimmed mound, which protects deep between its lips a pot of melting throbbing honey.
