The Bold, Beautiful and the Bawdy

The sun wore a thin veil of clouds across her face. A quixotic smile covered by gossamer lace. The air felt slightly raw, as the chill of approaching winter let your breath condense in circles before your eyes. Protected dunes stretched along an infinite horizon. Calm waters, clear and clean, dressed in shades of blue and green. In the quiet off-season, the waves flow serene. And the boardwalk near barren but the seagulls remain, calling to the sky, a soliloquy, nature's refrain.

My lightweight jacket, denial, as if wishing would make it so. I walk in silent reverie of what was and what might yet be. The laughter of children from summers past and sandcastles built that can never last. Perspective is what I seek most, as I casually stroll along the coast.

I start to shiver when you suddenly appear, dream or reality, nothing is clear. You wrap me in a blanket of warmth and hand me a steaming cup of spiced tea. Feeling safe and protected in your company, no words are necessary, together we stare at the sea.

Silent conversation as we read each other's mind. In body language are clues you can find. Reaching for my hand, our fingers intertwine, this moment so perfect it must be divine. Yielding to a perfect kiss, tender, loving, our lips persist. As the last glow of light begins to disappear, inhaling your scent and feeling you near. Passion and pleasure in the darkness grow, anticipation of what next I never quite know. The lust increases with my heartbeat, the wanting of your essence does not retreat. You look into my eyes and see the sensuality radiating from me. Beneath the woolen cover your hands begin to roam, following the path as if on your way home. Beneath my skirt you find the soft fleece and you gently stroke, temptation and nectar you provoke. Teasing, you stoke the fire, all propriety forgotten when caught in the flames of desire.

Are you hard I wonder as your hands freely roam my breasts, lifting the sweater, the nipples you toy with and test...Exposed to the cold night air, feeling exposed and very bare. "Please can we go," I seductively implore, there is a hunger for so much more.

Once we return to the room, you know you have me, I'm beginning to swoon. I want to taste and feel you grow hard as a rock, as the secret of your maleness I attempt to unlock, savoring the mighty power of your cock. Onto the bed we stumble and with clothing awkwardly fumble. You pin my hands forcibly overhead while you grind your groin against me before ordering me to give you some head. Dutifully I suck as I artfully encourage your rod, a transition from man to God. I want you inside me, making me feel whole, but taking me to the edge and making me beg is your ultimate goal. Pain and pleasure are equally cast, especially for making the intensity last. Surprised as you bite my inner thigh, and I try to withhold a cry. Like a leech your mouth locks onto a breast, sucking and biting, sensation at its best. You ply my legs far apart, wider and wider like a common tart. Then positioned above me you make me wait-as to what next will be my fate...