Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Her mind's version

She waited in the dark, feeling the cool breeze wrap around her.  

He came down the path.  She could hear his footsteps before she could make out the soft silhouette he made in the darkness.  

She whispered softly for him to stop.   He paused, only slightly startled by her presence.  

Hurriedly she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace.  

Their lips quickly found each other. 

With the night providing a cloak, his hand pulled her skirt up and took a place on her thigh.  Urgently caressing her as she moaned into his mouth.  

She wanted him to take her right there but knew that at any moment another could stumble upon them in this garden.  

She pulled him off the path, further into the garden where a sculpture grew out of the darkeness. 

Soon she felt the cold smooth stone against her skin as he pushed her up against it.  Crushing her lips with his.

He pulled her dress down to free her breasts with one hand while the other fingered her furiously.  

Suddenly she pulled free.  She turned and bent over. Holding onto the statue. He knew exactly what she wanted. 

She heard the faint sounds of a zipper and felt him pull her panties aside. The tip of him rested for a moment against her before he drove it in with such force she couldn't help but moan out loud.  

She almost didn't hear the soft shushing noise he'd made, so lost in her desire.  But he stayed buried deep within her for a moment before beginning a slow but hard rhythm.  

He pulled out almost completely before thrusting back into her. Slowly he went.  Teasing her.  

It was too much. She came. The walls of her wet pussy clenching tightly around his cock.  

He lost all control and plunged in as fast and hard as he could.  Now they were both lost in primal fucking.  Each of them moving furiously toward release.  Her throbbing growing and intensifying.  Building to a second climax.   

As he thrust deeply and stopped she could feel him pulsing deep within her as he came.  She felt the second wave of her own orgasm start and try to match his.  

A soft sigh escaped her lips as he slowly pulled out.  

They said not a word.  Just rearranged themselves as they became aware once more of the sounds of the party just a little off down the path.  




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