In my dream I am naked, enjoying the sensation of the summer sun on my body as lay upon a towel. The towel beneath me is warm, soaking up the heat from the boards of the wooden deck, and soft against my sun-kissed skin. I can hear birds chirping melodically back and forth in the trees that shield my yard from the neighbors. A pair of Monarch butterflies walk unconcerned across my chest, their distinctive orange and black wings open against the gentle breeze flowing over us. They are slowly making their way toward my increasingly hard nipples. For some odd reason the unhurried movement of the butterflies is mildly erotic. A throaty chuckle alerts me to the fact I may not be alone. In fact, as I yawn and rapidly blink my sleep bleary eyes, I become aware that instead of my backyard I'm lying in Tara's bed, though I'm still naked.
"Sorry," Tara says. "I didn't want to wake you; I was distracted by how responsive your nipples are."
She's right! My nipples have always been quick to pucker, but lately they've grown even more sensitive, seeming to swell and harden at the least sign of attention. Since I've been spending most of my free time with Tara, they are always either hard or on the verge of becoming hard. Looks like she noticed!
"No fair," I whine. "If you keep teasing me my nipples will be sore all day.
"What makes you think I'm teasing?" she asks innocently. Tara maintains eye contact as her long, somewhat raspy tongue slides out of her mouth. Slowly, deliberately, her tongue moves toward my chest, touching down just below the hollow of my throat. It travels down the center of my chest, soft and feather-light, before detouring across the modest swell of my right breast. Tara's tongue takes a lazy pass around the puckered skin of my areola. I shift my body, raising my chest to meet her, hoping that slick muscle will make its way to the hard nub of my nipple. Instead, Tara's mouth opens wide and gently latches onto my breast. I feel the sharp edges of her teeth on the sensitive skin of my tit, not enough to break the skin, but enough to give me the delicious fantasy of danger.
"Sssss," I inhale sharply then moan. "Oooooohhhh... I love when you do that!"
"You love everything I do you little slut."
For a moment I have the strangest desire, a desire to make sure Tara knows her place. To let her know I'm the dominant one in this relationship. Then my eyes focus and I can see the grin on her face and the twinkle in her eyes. She's only playing! The feeling passes as quickly as it arrived and I'm left feeling relaxed and languorous. Almost of their own accord my legs fall lewdly apart. I pull Tara so that she is now lying atop me, my spread open thighs framing her petite, but still curvy body. My hips move in a slow, up and down motion that is not completely under my conscious control. Above me, Tara's body rests against my frame, her enormous breasts, pressed hot and tight just below my own. I feel the weight of her testicles resting on top of my hairy pubes as I raise my hips, only to feel them slip away as my hips push back into the mattress. My eyes close. I press my face into Tara's long, chocolate colored hair, inhaling the scent that is uniquely hers. The bliss I feel is nearly overwhelming.
My hands run down her back, feeling the numbers on the Carolina Panthers jersey she wears as a nightgown. I'm pleasantly surprised when I reach the hem and draw it up to find Tara is naked underneath. I let my palms play along the curve where her back meets the upper slopes of her buttocks, rubbing the soft skin, and enjoying the heat of Tara's ever warm body. When I've had my fill of feeling up her lower back, I let my hand travel lower to the generous swell of her round bottom. I love Tara's ass! Her hips flare out a bit, really only in comparison to her tiny waist, but her cheeks are large and firm like a cyclist or gymnast. Her ass cleavage is awesome and I love to spread her cheeks and run my fingers around her little puckered starfish. I let my fingers play: squeezing, kneading, rubbing and even a little poking of her receptive crinkle. Tara's breathing is becoming deeper.
We stay like that for a while, me rubbing and playing with Tara's ass and her giving much wanted attention to my aching tits. I've just started to notice Tara's hips syncing with mine when I hear her say, "Your hairy little beaver is tickling my nut sack!"
I can't help the laughter that bubbles up from deep inside my soul. "Need you, baby," I croon and pull her body tighter to me. Her cock is hot, heavy against the skin of my abdomen; I feel tiny flutters in my stomach and groin. Tara circles her hips, letting me feel the dimensions of the hard slab of girl-cock between her legs. Her erection is truly enormous. Though her balls rest on my pubes, the length of her penis rises up and over my belly button. Her bell-shaped head rises nearly to my breasts.
"You want this?" Tara asks, giving her hips a quick thrust.
"Yesssss!"
"Ah, ah, ah," she says, "no nookie unless you make me feel pretty."
Tara slides down my body and takes her immense erection in hand. She taps it lightly on the light brown fur of my pubes, then slides the wet, tapered head around the entrance to my sex. Our juices mingle, letting the glans glide up and around, over, back and forth across the slick, wet folds of my pussy. "You have the most beautiful hair," I say. "It's soft and the color reminds me of a rich, dark chocolate. When I see your pouty little lips all I want to do is kiss them until they break into a smile. And your tits! Your tits are freaking unreal. They're so big, so soft, but there's no sag in them at all." I'm shushed by one of Tara's fingers pressing softly on my lips.
"It's lovely to hear those compliments," she says and the look on her face is both earnest and longing. "But that's not what I meant. I want you to make me
feel
pretty."
At first I can only stare at her in bewilderment. Then I look again at the longing in Tara's face and realize what she is asking for. Tightening my core, I sit up using just the muscles of my abdomen. My arms, which are open wide, reach out to enfold Tara in a tight embrace. I scoot forward on my ass so I can wrap my legs around her as well. A couple of quick tugs later I've pulled her to me so that even though we are still sitting on the bed, her legs are scissored with mine. When we are as close to one another as we can possibly be, I raise my right hand and run it through the long, dark waves of Tara's hair. I pull it to me and rub it against the side of my face, inhaling the sweet fragrance of Tara and shampoo deeply. I'm watching out of the corner of my eye, so I see when Tara's eyes flutter closed and a small smile plays upon her lips.
