FabSwingers.com forum: Fantasy, Prophecy or Daydream

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

A poor attempt at writing, forgive me. It just popped into my mind

The sheer drapes to the tent teased slowly open and shut in a warm breeze, heady with the scent of citrus and olives.

Behind this flimsy screen two lovers pressed closely into each other, bronzed skin glistening with sweat, tasting of salt from an earlier swim in the sea.

This was slow considered sex for a humid night. Cock fitting tightly into cunt in an impossibly perfect fit. A playful hand at her throat, his strong fingers just hinting at menace, a reminder she should lay still under him despite his tenderness.

Her eyes pleading to place her hungry kisses on his lips, as he dragged his rough beard oh so slowly across her flushed cheeks. His body heavy on hers, she yielded to every inch of him.

A gasp escaped her lips, that made the onlooker turn his gaze to her face. Her eyes were locked passionatly with her lover, their pleasure all consuming, both oblivious to the man sitting just outside watching.

He was taking a lazy interest in the night, the hundreds of stars above him, a gently lapping sea, the naked couple fucking only feet from him.

Fleeting glimpses through the swaying drapes of their bodies rising and falling, her breasts rocking in a cheerful rhythm to each deep thrust of his hips.

His beer was cold, the night was warm, his own shorts were now deliciously tight. There are worse ways to spend an evening he mused resting a hand lightly into his lap. His own thrill beginning to settle along his whole body.