On a summer morning
This incident happened to me on a hot summer morning. I went outside to walk my dog and, squatting under a tree in the shade, lit a cigarette. She appeared suddenly. In a light, short dress fluttering in the gentle breeze, she approached, and I saw the blue color of her beautiful deep eyes. I felt a strong desire to meet her, but her love for animals itself brought her to me. She decided to play with my dog and, coming closer, asked for permission. I didn't mind.
"What a good dog!" she said.
She squatted down and made a smooth gesture with her hand, petting the dog, and my gaze slid
over her exposed thigh, temptingly peeking out from under her short dress."What are you doing sitting here?" she asked, addressing me, "Come on, let's take a walk, the weather is wonderful!"
Her frankness puzzled me a little, but I, not obeying myself, nodded in response, stood up, and followed her as she walked away with a twig in her hand, which she used to entice my dog. With certain movements, the hem of her short dress lifted slightly, and my gaze involuntarily went there, sliding over her straight legs, full thighs, and my breath caught. I wanted to look a little higher and see the color and style of her panties. I wanted to slip my hand under them and...
But then I dismissed those thoughts and decided to just observe.
"What's her name? Where is she from? Why isn't she in a hurry?" — these disjointed questions swarmed in my head. I wanted to ask, but I was afraid of scaring her away and walked behind her, enjoying her lovely appearance.
And she, chirping cheerfully, ran, jumped, and laughed, playing with my dog.
At one point, her dress accidentally rode up, and from under it, her white, semi-transparent lace panties peeked out coquettishly. She, slightly embarrassed, smiled and adjusted it.
And I, unable to restrain the surge of my passions, felt my pants begin to rise.
She lost the twig and, running up to the tree, rose on her tiptoes, trying to break off a new one, but she couldn't manage it. She helplessly looked back and glanced at me, but her gaze was not simple, but somehow enticing and magical. I approached her from behind and, helping her break off the twig, as if by accident, leaned slightly against her. I heard her sigh heavily and, gently taking the hand with which she was reaching for the branch, lowered it down behind her back and pressed it against the fly of my pants. Unexpectedly for me, she slowly ran her palm over the bulge protruding from my pants, squeezed it a little, and, turning to face me, smiled at me.
I became even more aroused; this movement of hers was the beginning of all my subsequent actions for me. I took a small step forward, hugged her, pulled her to me, and, looking into her deep eyes, kissed her on the lips. The lightness and ease inspired me to frivolous kisses, without using my tongue. The subtle scent of her perfume enveloped and intoxicated me. I stroked her breasts and, descending lower, touched her neck with my lips.
She took a deep breath and, licking her lips with a wet tongue, let out a barely audible moan. I stood before her, rooted to the spot, waiting for what would happen next. And then, she slowly began to slide down and just as slowly began to unbutton my pants. Finally, she unbuttoned them and, licking her lips again, pulled out my cock, stiff with excitement. Opening her mouth, she began to make slow movements with her head, taking first the head of my cock into her mouth, then all of it completely. I gathered her hair at the back of her head to better see how she was doing it.
Smacking her lips with pleasure and drooling, she let out a barely audible moan and began to move faster, reducing the amplitude of her movements. She was very skilled with her tongue. Sometimes she would release my cock from her mouth completely and, before sending it back, gently jerked it off with one hand and then licked the swollen head with her tongue. I felt an overwhelming ecstasy and fully enjoyed the otherworldly sensations.
I looked at her! I enjoyed her actions!
Involuntarily, my gaze slid down, and I saw that her knees were spread apart and her other hand was going somewhere under her dress. From the slight movements of her other hand, it wasn't hard to guess that she was rubbing her clit.
And, of course, I couldn't just leave it at that. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I pulled her up, and when she stood, I pressed my lips to hers and began to kiss them. Now my kisses were prolonged and passionate; I lightly bit her lips, penetrated her mouth with my tongue, and touched her own. With one hand continuing to caress her body, with the other I reached under her dress and, running my fingers over her crotch, felt how wet her panties were.
She was dripping wet!
In a surge of passion, I squatted down a little, took her by the legs, and, scooping her up, lifted her. She pressed her chest against me, and I felt her hand take my protruding cock and begin to guide it in the right direction. Lowering her slightly, I literally impaled her on my thick shaft and, holding her in my arms, began to alternate movements, lowering her down and then lifting her up again. She threw her head back and moaned dully and sweetly. It was clear that she was enjoying it with me, and I continued...
Turning, I pressed her back against the tree trunk and began to move with stronger thrusts, driving my club even more sharply and forcefully into the juice-dripping hole of her pussy. Her breasts, constrained by her bra, bounced resiliently before my face in time with my movements, and I admired them...
I marveled at her beauty!
And then I felt I could no longer hold back. Her beauty, charm, and passion had done their work.
I felt my cock, violently discharging, pulse inside her, and at the same moment, she cried out, a wave of voluptuous trembling rolled through her body, and she, too, came...
I lowered her to the ground, kissed her once more, and she, with a light wave of her hand, laughed and ran away, and I called my dog and trudged home, still recovering from such an unexpected pleasant encounter.
07/17/2011