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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Three weeks to the day when they had first met he could not stop himself returning to that spot by the river where he had enjoyed two sensational encounters with the mysterious woman. Today it was raining like it had never rained before but still he had to go back on the off chance that she would appear again.
He must be nuts he thought as he manfully pedalled his bike along the country tracks full of anticipation with the thought of coming upon her once more. The rain was driving into his face as he turned down the road that would take him to the bridge across the river, the river where they had met. He already had a growing stiffness in his cock which made riding the bike a little uncomfortable to say the least but, hell; it was worth it he mused as it got harder.
In no time he was there, parked his bike and slipped his way down the grassy bank running for shelter under the bridge. He was startled as he approached the entrance to find her there already. Standing facing him, wearing a rain coat, unbuttoned but tied with a belt around her waist; no stockings or trousers just a pair of flat black shoes. The top of the coat was open, drawing his eyes into the nest where her breasts lay; he stiffened even more thinking about her hard nipples and how much he wanted to play with them.
“Back for more” she said smiling at him. He now noticed that her hair and her coat was dry and wondered how long she had been there, had she waited there for him to arrive?
She slowly walked towards him slipping the belt loose from her coat and revealing her nakedness beneath. He stood frozen to the spot unable to take his eyes of this vision before him thinking about the pleasure of sinking his hardness into her soft warm accepting body once more.
She stopped directly in front of him, lifted a finger to her mouth, moistened it and proceeded to run it around her right nipple; she was staring directly into his eyes. “Don’t move, just watch” she directed and he easily obliged. She now attended to her left nipple and soon she was cupping both breasts in her hands rubbing the hard, extended nipples with her thumbs. Unable to stand still with the pleasure permeating through her body she delicately shifted her weight from one foot to the other in a hypnotising rhythm of pleasure. He could almost hear music as he watched her intently, desperate to feel her in his arms, skin on skin.
Her hands now extended in play down her belly and she moved her stance widening her legs; knees bending slightly in this private dance he was witness too. She slipped her hand now down her mound and delicately rubbed her sex, bringing her hand back to her mouth, licking her fingers and repeating the action.
His cock ached to be free from its prison; he did not know how much more of this he could take and just at that thought, as if she could read his mind, she stood forward and slipped his top off; pressing her breasts hard against his manly chest. Still she moved to an unheard beat. He picked up her rhythm; his accepted hands running the length of her body, drinking in the sensation of at last being able to feel her once more.
She mimicked his hand movements repeating on his body what his were doing to her and when he stopped, realising that this was what she was doing, she did not stop; instead, she took the opportunity to let loose the leviathan from its caged domain. As she pulled his Lycra shorts down his strong legs her hair tumbled over and across his now free and rampant manhood. He shivered with the pleasurable tingle which ran through his body.
Her focus now lifted to his cock and as he stepped out of his shorts she slipped his tip into her mouth and ran her tongue around it. Teasingly she then stepped back and stood and looked him square in the eyes once more. It seemed like an eternity before she said “your choice, what would you like to do now?” ............................
So tell me all you lovely sexy people out there (if anybody is reading this!) what do you think they should do next? xx |