It was a dark summers night, the stars were twinkling and the moonshining. I lay in bed with my curtains open, staring in to the night. The moonlight gave a slight light in my room; I could see my own body glistening. I was looking at myself, and started to become quite aroused. My body was getting hotter and hotter; I was starting to pant as I let my hands explore all my curves and crevasses. I let my hands move down my body slowly and seductively, sexily and sensationally. My body was aching from the pleasure I was causing.
I moved my hands around my shapely figure, run my fingers through my long red hair, let my long finger nails scrape ever so gentle along my thighs and stomach. My fingers reached my firm breasts, rubbing and squeezing, slowly running my erect and sensitive nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Moving my hands down, palm pushing softly against my stomach. Finally I reached my treasure!
I suddenly felt as if I was not alone, and soon I realised I wasn't. He started with a slight touch on my leg; I could feel his fingertip run softly along my inner thigh, my body arched in response. I started to moan as he moved up further, getting more seductive the higher he got. Now his tongue, licking his way around me, into delves of passion, into forgotten gates of heaven. He let his tongue run over and over my clit, my sweet juice began to flow; he licks it out and does it again. Over and over again. I was panting as my body responded eagerly to him. Wanting more and more, never wanting him to stop.
