Meadows
It was a warm summer afternoon, as I laid in a field of wild
flowers. There wasnt a cloud in the sky. The sounds of the
creek could be heard off in the distance, the humming birds
humming, the butterflies fluttering about. All I could
think of was you, as I waited for your arrival. As I looked
about this grassy knoll, I was struck by the beauty of this
place, this wonderful, magical place that we had shared
for so long. The trees with there quiet might, the sent of
the wild flowers in the air. I saw in the distance, my love
as she approached.
As I watched, I could see her long hair blowing in the breeze
with the rhythm of her steps. I admired the outline of her
body, covered only in a soft cotton sundress that clung
to her as skin. As she got closer, I began to smell the sent
of her person, sweeter than the wild flowers I had been enjoying.
When she did arrived at the spot where I was waiting, she
stopped, as I looked up, she looked down with her radiant
smile as she had done so many times before. I myself could
not keep the smile off my face, for this was my love.
As she stood above me I could now see the outline of her body
under her sun dress as the sun shown through. I could see
the beautiful, graceful lines of her legs, the shape of
her calves, the shape of her thighs and the hour glass shape
of her hips and waist. It was clear at this time after viewing
this lovely woman, that she was not wearing panties. I reached
for her hand and pulled her down to lay by my side. She did
not look at me, she just gazed at the sapphire blue sky. As
she did I looked upon the beauty of her face and as I did I began
to softly kiss her left ear and whispered the things that
only lovers do. I continued for some time. I knew she enjoyed
it as her nipples had become firm and where visible from
beneath the confines of her cotton sundress. I continued
to kiss the lobe of her ear, than slowly started to kiss her
neck, the spot just behind the ear. As I did, she softly moaned
with pleasure. She had always loved to have her neck kissed,
ever so softly. As I continued, I slowly brought my left
hand to her round supple breast and began to gently caress
her firm nipples, as I did she moaned again, but now started
to move her hips to the rhythms of my hand.
This went on for some time, and as time moved on the sent
of our musk filled the air. By now my love had pulled the hemline
of her cotton sundress up to a point exposing her hour glass
hips, yet no further. She liked to tease. I enjoyed to be
teased also. It always made the moment last just a little
longer as well as heighten our level of excitement. As the
afternoon sun shined down upon us, I lowered the top of her
dress, exposing her large hard nipples and began to gently
suck on them. Again she moaned, but now it was louder, deeper,
heavier. As I looked down at her feet, I gazed at her perfect
legs, I could see the inside of her thighs where wet with
the juices of her passion. I continued to entice her nipples
with my mouth and as I did I slowly pulled the hemline of her
dress above her waist and as I did, my hand grazed ever so
softly over her swollen rosebud. She immediately raised
her hips up to meet my touch. By now our breathing was heavy
and our passion was running free in the meadow. I ran my finger
between her legs. Her heat, wetness, the excitement was
almost too much. I to had become excited and filled with
passion, and as I lay by my loves side, she reached down and
removed my swollen manhood. Tenderly she stroked me as
my own hand manipulated the soft moist peddles of her rose.
I could feel the throbbing pulse of excitement between
her legs as my fingers messaged her most tender of spots.
I ran my fingers between the now wet pedals of her womanhood
and into the awaiting pool of her passion. Letting out a
loud cry she arched her back thrusting her hips downward
forcing my fingers deeper into her passion. She now began
to stroke me with more strength, moving closer to me so she
could feel the head of my manhood against her thigh. Her
juices now flowed like a river as she rolled onto me and sat
upon my lap allowing to girth of my manhood to part her swollen
wet peddles, but not allowing penetration. As she sat,
she started to rock and slide herself up and down the length
of my member. I could see as I watched the wetness run out
of her and onto me until it looked as if I had poured oil over
myself. She had both hands pushing on my shoulders for leverage
as she continued to rub her hot, wet, throbbing groin on
me as she started to have the first of many orgasms. I started
to pull on her nipples and as I did her pace began to quicken
until she reached down and pulling my member vertical,
raised up and slide my entire length into her tight pool
of passion until it came to rest at its deepest point, and
than she raised up and forced herself down again. This time
with more strength and as she did, each time she would raise
up and force herself down onto me, and she would raise up
further, and further each time until my manhood, glistening
wet from her sweet nectar, would be completely removed
from her depth and than down she would force herself driving
every inch of my length into her, crying out in ecstasy the
pleasure that I was giving to her. She than stopped, and
with all of her weight pushing down onto me began to roll
her hips back and fourth. I could feel the hardness of her
swollen rosebud against my body. As she did this I bent forward
and started to suck on her breasts, as I did I ran my hands
along her thighs, her hips, her waist until I reached around
and started to grip the silky smoothness of her round backside
to thrust myself even deeper into her depths, as I did she
began to shiver, again I thrust my self into her, this time
she began to quiver, and again I thrust myself into her,
this time even deeper than the last, and in perfect unison,
reached an orgasm that seemed to last forever, thrust after
thrust the orgasms didnt stop until we were at the point
of collapse, and we did. When we awoke night had fallen and
as I looked to the face of my love to see her radiant smile,
I couldnt help but feel that this was my one true love, as
I watched the stars reflecting in her eyes.
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