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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was a beautiful summers day and as she stepped out of the door the warmth of the sun made her smile. She liked the summer and liked getting out of the house even more, he was sat at the computor just surfing and in a bad mood as usual. Immediatley the warm smile on her lips spread across the rest of her body as she thought to herself that she had made the right choice of clothes for her stroll through the local woodland. She was wearing her favourite summer sandels, a red short summer skirt that showed off her tanned legs and a white cotton blouse with one too many buttons undone which exposed the golden colour of her cleevage. If she were to peel away her summer clothes it would reveal her all over tan. The only lingerie that she was wearing was a very small white lacey thong, she felt so good within herself, so sexy. But he hadn't even notice her walk past and didn't respond to her farewell at the door. She had decided that, that afternoon she was going to enjoy the sunny weather and have the good time she so deserved. So she set of along the path towards the woods and ......
Her body felt warm under the strong summer sun, but every now and again a gentle breeze would blow and ruffle the cotton of her blouse against her breasts. The combination of the warm sun and the cool rubbing of the cotton against her nipples had almost sent her into a trance as she walked along the path. Her mind drifted off, her body enjoying the sensation's, the cool breeze to her felt like the soft touch of a lovers hand. A lover thats exactly what she needed, her own hand rubbed the back of her neck, it was hot from the sun. Slowly she let her finger tips run across her shoulder and down, her open blouse offering no resistance utill her hand slipped inside. She inhaled deeply and her fingers rose up and moved across her breast, she woke from her trance like state with a jolt as her finger nail drew a line around her nipple. She quickly looked up and down the path to see if there was anyone about, no she thought but then she noticed up ahead of her was a man and not just any man.....
It was him, wasn't it, the guy from the office upstairs at work. They would pass each other in the corridor, now and again she would see him at lunchtime in the refectory. They really hadn't talked but he always had a smile and a cheery hello or good afternoon for her whenever they bumped into each other. And there he was up ahead of her on the path, he hadn't noticed her because they were both walking in the same direction. She thought to herself how nice he looked out of his stiff and stuffy suit. He was wearing a pair of jeans, T-shirt and thongs on his feet. Now if it was a lover that she needed surely there was the perfect man. She imagined that they were walking hand in hand enjoying the day as only carefree lovers can. He stopped, turn his body into hers, putting his arm around her and placing his hand in the small of her back embraced her. Letting go of her hand his fingers combed through her hair untill gently tracing a pattern across the nape of her neck. Before cupping her face and tilting her head back, leaning forward he kissed her, the slow comfortable kiss of a lover. Oh god she thought. Where was he, he was no longer on the path in front of her. Had he turned around and seen her, had he witnessed her hand acting out the caress and touch of a lover. Oh god she hought.....
Where had he gone, her breathing was heavy was that because of the day dream that she just had or because she had lost sight of 'her' man. She continued to walk along the path, was it the effects of the day dream (wishful thinking) or could she smell his colonge. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw him, he had stepped off the path and into the adjoining field. Stopping she watched as he kicked off his thongs, all the moments that she had caught a glimpse of him at work meant nothing now. The warmth that was spreading through her body now had nothing to do with the summer sun over head. He slowly pulled his T-shirt up and over his head to reveal his toned torso, tanned but not too much. How she had imagined, how he looked under that stiff, stuffy suit and now she could add fleash to those thoughts. He spread his T-shirt on the ground and laid himself down to bathe under the hot sun, she edged forward her heart was racing. Stopping by a tree she lent back against the trunk and gazed at the man of her dreams. His bare chest slowly rising and falling, he ran his hand down across his flat stomach before letting it rest on the waist band of his tight, figure hugging blue jeans. Her thoughts started to drift.....
He looked so good. She ran her fingers through his hair brushing it away from his eyes, it felt so fine, his cologne filled her nostrils. Letting her hands rest on his shoulders she gazed down into his deep brown eyes, he returned her gaze and a cheeky smile spread across his lips. Lips whose touch she had fantasied about, placing soft and delicate kisses across her body. Her hands ran down onto his chest, long nails digging into him, his nipples hardened and his breathing becomes laboured. Spreading her hands across his chest she can feel his nipples pressing into her palms, his hand rests against her bare thigh, finally to feel his touch. She rubs her leg against his hand and he closes his eyes, his lips part and he sighs.Her hands continue their journey down his body, across his toned stomach, his skin is so soft. She can't help herself, her gaze his drawn down just past the waist band of his tight blue jeans. There are butterflies in her stomach, she can clearly see his manhood straining against the denim. She straddles him and begins to gently rock back and fore, their bodies rubbing together. She hooks her fingers under his waist band and her nail catchs his hardness, his body tenses and he opens his eyes. She starts to lean forward to kiss him for the first time.''Are you going to stand under that tree all afternoon''. She is startled from her day dream, he is sat up looking straight at her, she slowly moves out of the shade and....
Oh god. He's talking to me, not just saying 'hello' or 'good morning' at work, but actually talking to me.She try's to compose herself as she slowly walks towards him, her mouth is dry, there are butterflies in her stomach and her hands are shaking. She finally stops, standing over him he looks up shading his eyes from the glare of the sun behind her. Silhouetted by the sun she casts a shadow across his muscular body, she takes her time to absorb the image, to etch it into her memory. Spreading his T-shirt he gestured for her to sit down next him.Sitting down beside him his cologne is subtle and fragrant, but his pyhiscal presence was overpowering. Shaking inside to control her feelings, she gazes deep into his eyes. Laying semi-naked infront of her, she notices the small tattoo on his upper arm of a rampant red dragon, her body tingles all over the feeling of being so close to him is electric. She watches as his eyes slowly take in her beauty firstly her calfs, then with her legs bent underneath her body, her short red skirt pulled tighly across her bare thighs. He caresses her with his gaze inch by inch up her body, its almost as if she can feel his touch, so much so that her body responds to the 'touch'. Her cotton blouse gaps open and from his position laying next to her, he can clearly see her excitment has her nipples harden under his gaze....
He lifts his head, raising his gaze from her exposed breasts, and looks deep into her eyes, she blushes. But she does not want to cover herself up, the passionate woman inside of her wants, needs to feel his gaze on her body. The urge to rip open her blouse is so strong, a lustful feeling rising inside her for her lover to take her... to take her now.He sits up, now their bodies are so close she can almost feel the heat from his bare muscular chest. He places his hand over hers, an electric charge surges through her body. Lifting her hand to his face he guides her hand as it traces the contours of his face before gently kissing her fingertips one by one.Turning her hand over he gently kisses her up-turned hand before swirling his tongue around her palm, while he places his other hand on her hip, his fingers slipping under her virgin white cotton blouse...
Slowly he kisses from her palm across her wrist to her out stretched arm, his hold on her firm but gentle.His other hand slips under her blouse, fingers rubbing across her delicate skin. His lips move to her neck, his kisses soft, like the wings of a butterfly beating against her skin. The touch of his fingers on her back is electric, forcing every muscle in her body to contract. Her back arched, her breasts pushed forward, how she wished that the constraints of the blouse were removed. Oh how she wanted to feel his corse chest hair against her soft breasts, just the thought was making her head spin. The kisses just like an advancing army on their target close in, her mouth opens and surrenders to the assault. Penetration...
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