Satin's Delights
Stage Three
Breakfast in Bed
Master seemed extremely pleased with the way my
training was progressing. after Ronnie and 'Becca left we
had a leisurely breakfast in bed. as we munched toast
and strawberry jam he announced his plan for us to
have a weekend alone together. i was excited, looking
forward to spending time alone with him. when he
mentioned that we'd spend it in a remote setting, i was
thrilled. he went to see to the preparations and i drifted
back to sleep, curled naked atop the covers...
dreaming of all the erotic possibilities... making love in
a lake, cool waters contrasting with the heat of
our bodies as they joined...beside a campfire at
night, the flames matching those raging within us...
visions of Master teasing me to the brink of mindlessness
danced through my dreams; his hands caressing me, tongue
hot and teasing as it trails across my ass. mmm not a
dream... i floated up from sleepiness to find to my
delight that he was in reality tempting me. through
sleepy eyes i looked back over my shoulder at him and
saw the playful gleam in his eyes. teasing, i lifted
my hips and wiggled my ass right in front of his
face. he grinned devilishly and dipped his finger into
the jar of strawberry jam. i watched, intrigued,
anticipating licking and sucking the jam off as a prelude to
more oral delights. as his hand disappeared from view
i arched higher off the bed, thinking he intended
to spread the cool jam on my nipples and have me
squirming as he sucked and nibbled them clean. instead his
warm hand cupped my mound as he slowly finger painted
my slit with the jam. it was sooooo cool and
sticky.. little stabs of desire coursed through me with
each stroke of his finger. the mattress shifted as he
moved, then his hot breath washed over my ass and pussy.
i moaned into the pillow as his tongue lapped at
the jam. my hips danced against his velvety tongue as
he licked and sucked all the jam from every fold and
crevice. i clawed at the sheets and thrust my pussy back
against his hungry mouth as his amazing tongue danced
fire over my clit. my juices mingled with the
strawberry as i came against his mouth. he continued lapping
and nipping my pussy till he was satisfied he'd
gotten all of it, then smacked me on the ass and stood.
munching on a strip of bacon (where the hell did he get
that from i wondered?) he turned and sauntered into
the bathroom. "Start getting ready, Satin. The weeked
has only just begun" he called out. oooohh, i just
love adventures....
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Head Trip
the ride to our destination, which was still a secret to me, was peaceful. the time passed in the easy silence of 2 people comfortable enough with each other to not feel a need to have to fill the gaps with chatter. the warm sun streaming through the window invoked a dreamy lassitude and i rested my head against the cool glass, half watching the changing scenary. it was almost hypnotic; soft music, warm sun caressing my body, the hum and rhythm of the tires, the gentle vibration of the 4x4 moving swiftly toward our private getaway. again i wondered what Master had in store for us, my mind wandering through images of passion, and i felt a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the sun! "Is everything ok?" he asked, placing his hand gently on my thigh. i blushed, thinking he must have picked up on the telltale signs of my arousal. nodding that all was well, i leaned close and kissed him, lingering at his ear and neck. glancing down i saw an answering bulge developing in his pants. i just had to touch, stroking along his burgeoning hard on, feeling the heat of him through the material. not enough! daring, my fingers quickly worked the zipper down and freed Master's cock from it's confinement. i know a lot of women think penises are ugly, or that they all look the same. i disagree! there is beauty in the shape, veining, color patterns, textures, scent and taste of a raised flag that is soooo arousing. Master, quite simply, has one of the most beautiful peckers i've ever seen! i laid down across the seats and rested my head in his lap, inhaling his musky, masculine scent as my fingers stroked lovingly along his shaft and balls. i longed to taste him, but feared he would think me too aggressive or that it would be too distracting while he was driving. meeting his eyes, i waited.... finally, he nodded his approval! my tongue danced over the velvet skin of his manhood, swirling, flicking, tracing the veins, nipping as i paid homage to it. as it began to glisten from my worship, i gently squeezed his balls and stroked his cockskin taut. i moaned as the pleasure flooded through me and sucked his now wet member into my mouth. i sucked and licked him as happily and thoroughly as a child with a lollipop. it was such a delicious sensation to feel his thick, powerful cock sliding into my mouth and throat. i was greedy, hungry and wanted to taste his cum, so i worked my tongue along the smooth area just beneath the head. Master yelped in surprise as the first droplets shot out. i sucked harder, causing him to lose control and bursts of cum erupted from his straining balls and shaft as i swallowed eagerly. i laid there for awhile, contentedly licking and sucking his now softening cock, then carefully put it back and zipped his trousers. as i sat back up i realized i had a stray drop on my lip and captured it with my fingers. i watched his eyes darken as i smiled and licked my fingers clean.
mmmmm, yes, this was definately promising to be a great weekend.....
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Retreat
i had apparently distracted Master a bit too much
with my cock worship.... almost causing him to miss
the drive to his family homestead. i marveled at the
scope of the estate and the lush countryside. we pulled
up in front of a wonderfully isolated 2 story cabin.
i stood there for a few minutes drinking in the
beauty, the air redolent with the musky scents of tobacco
and the rich loamy earth. he seemed so much more at
ease and energized all at the same time... glowing. as
he unpacked i toured the cabin. no phones. no tv. no
distractions. just us. climbing the stairs i peeked into each
comfortably appointed room til finding what could only be the
master beddroom. it was handsomely furnished in dark
woods with an old fashioned four poster bed and had a
fireplace. excited by my discoveries i raced back down the
stairs and leapt from the lower landing the last few
feet into Master's arms. lauging, he swung me round,
kissed me soundly, then held me close. we walked over
the grounds, past gardens and graves; with pride and
love in every word, he told me of his family, history,
and traditions. he led me to a small waterfall and
pond, clear water reflecting an achingly blue sky. i
hadn't realized how hungry i was til he suggested we
stop there and have a snack. his backpack held a comfy
blanket, chilled wine, cheese and crackers. embolded by
the wine, each morsel i fed him was soon followed by
ever deeping kisses. feeling a bit flushed, i sought
out the cool inviting waters of the pond, shedding my
clothes as i walked to the edge. knowing he was
watching.... wanting to lure him in with me for some water
games. diving in i luxuriated in the caress of the cool
water against my heated skin.
as i broke the surface, i saw he was leaning back
on his elbows, watching intently. our eyes met, my
body reacting to his heated gaze, nipples hardening,
little spasms rippling along my pussy in anticipation.
wine making me dizzy with wanting him. he beckoned me
to him with just a crook of his finger. smiling, i
glided through the water til i reached the shallows,
then stood and waded to shore. the cool water coursed
down my sensitive flesh and the cool air in the shade
of the tree i passed under tightened my nipples even
more. obdiently i walked up the embankment and
continued forward stopping at his silent command. i stood
over him, the sunlight glistening in droplets dancing
down my body. teasingly, his hands rubbed up and down
my legs. closing my eyes the wine and his caress
eased me into a world of sensations. warm.. taunting..
higher.. retreating, tracing lightly along my muscles..
warm, fingertips feather light... higher.. nails
dragging, stroking down... heat.. palms pressuring
upward... thumbs brushing against my mons.. rotating..
pulling.. hot.. slick.. parting.. ohhh.. fingers busy,
seeking, teasing, hot.. in.. aahh.. deeper, stroking,
throbbing, faster.. mmmm.. racing, shaky, hot, fingers,
stroking, closer.... spinning, pressing, exploding...
falling.. on my knees, being urged forward... hot, wet,
tongue...mmm, there, yesssss. soft...... warm.... safe. thank
you, Master.
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Serenity
watching Master's eyes darken, smoulder, with passion as i move over him... offering myself completely to him, parting my lips
to allow him full access. gasping at the first molten touch of his tongue as he tastes my pussy... god, yessss... so good. feeling my muscles
clenching as his tongue enters me,
rippling like mini orgasms. pressing against him, falling back, wanting more, feeling my juices
flowing as the coils within wind ever tighter, ready to explode yet again..... my hips buck forward as the waves of pleasure race
through my body... surging.... arching.... feeling my orgasm flooding out of me onto him...
exhausted i melt back to the warm, hardpacked clay, just trying to catch my breath. rolling over i stretch catlike then nibble at more of the
cheese... a girl has to keep up her strength, doesn't she? Master seems lost in a world of his own.... 'penny for your thoughts' i ask,
concerned that i had somehow displeased him. ah, but no, he isn't displeased..leaning over and tugs one of my nipples into his mouth. 'close
your eyes' he whispers. smiling i remember the first night of our journey, so long ago, when he blindfolded me with silken ribbons. relaxing,
trusting fully in him, i breath deeply of the sweet air, listening to the thrum of nature all about us. Master tickles my sensitized flesh and i
want so badly to see what he holds, but continue to obey and keep my eyes closed. his hands reach under me to scoop me up close to
him, then suddenly i feel myself lifted high, eyes opening wide in surprise. he smiles down at me as he starts to move, carrying me ..... i
close my eyes once more, safe, secure, trusting in wherever he takes me.
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Satin Sheets
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Master's Delights
Stage Three
Breakfast in Bed
Pleased extremely with Satin's behavior the night of my little "test" I decided to reward her devotions with an entire weekend of "private time". Just the two of us. In a remote setting.
As was the usual routine of our, now, firmly established relationship I made all plans and arrangements for our weekend, leaving her mind adrift to ponder what delicacies I had prepared for her. Early Friday morning as she slept in our bed, basking in the afterglow of our morning "breakfast" I packed all of the equipment that we would need, securing it firmly in the back of her 4 x 4 and covering it with a plain white tarp.
Wandering back into the house, I grabbed a strip of bacon, snapping it in half between my teeth as I leaned down to trail a greasy tongue across one of her butt cheeks, causing her to squirm atop the covers as the haze lifted and her mind slowly awoke.
Her lazy eyes gazed at me across her shoulder as she lifted her ass up off the covers, playfully swaying it in front of my face. Grinning I reached over and dipped my index finger into the jar of strawberry preserves that we had used for our toast earlier. Her head spun around, following my finger, her eyes fixating on the single digit as I withdrew it from the jar.
Reaching my hand behind her I cupped my palm against her mound, rubbing the slimy finger along her slit as she moaned, gently sliding it in as I painted her with the sweet spread. Kneeling behind her, I placed my nose firmly between her ass cheeks before making a hard firm pass along her pussy with my tongue, savoring the flavor.
moaning, she burried her face in the pillow as my tongue probed further, lapping up the sugary goo from her lips, sucking them hungrily into my mouth as I licked her clean. Her hips began to sway as she ground her pussy into my mouth, pulling and pushing hard against the sheets as my tongue danced along her juicy clit. When I had finished satisfying myself of her I firmly smacked my other hand against her ass, causing her to squeal with unexpected delight.
Standing up, I devoured the rest of my bacon as I turned and walked into the bathroom. "Start getting ready, Satin. This weekend has only just begun."
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Head Trip
The majority of the trip there was rather silent as Satin's mind seemed to be elsewhere. Her head lay gently against the passenger-side window as she gazed out at the quickly passing trees.
She looked up, quickly losing her train of thought as she was jolted back into reality, as my hand touched her thigh.
"Is everything okay?"
Smiling she nodded anxiously and leaned over to kiss me. It didn't take long for her hand to locate the bulge that was forming in my pants, her fingers stroking it through the material.
My ears perked up expectedly when i heard the zipper disengaging and I felt the pressure on my cock relax. But my sigh was short lived as I soon found Satin's hand upon my groin again. Pulling the stiff, pulsing member out of my silk boxers as she layed down across both seats, her face inches from my cock.
She seemed to hover there, inches from my dick, her face a model of indecision. Finally she looked up at me with pleading eyes. And I realized what she had been waiting for.
Permission.
With the best stern look of approval, that I could muster under the circumatances, I nodded, and instantly her mouth was assaulting me. I gently navigated the twisting path of the road as her tongue danced liquid heat along my shaft and balls.
Then gripping my balls in her hand, pulling the skin tight so that it stretched tightly against my head, forcing it to glisten with her saliva. And with a satisfied moan she sucked the entire length into her mouth, her lips rubbing tightly against every nerve and vein that pulsed along my shaft.
Suddenly her tongue grazed against a minute sensitive area, just beneath the head and I screamed out as I lost control. Without warning thick jets of cum emptied into her mouth. Satin layed there for a few more minutes purring happily as she licked up the remnants of my orgasm before zipping me back up and returning to her seat.
Whiping a stray droplet from her lips she quickly sucked it off of her finger, smiling at me from across the car. I sighed with the expectation that this would indeed be a weekend to remember . . .
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Retreat
I was so distracted after Satin's "cock worship",
as she liked to call it, that I almost missed the
gravel driveway, smiling sheepishly as I jerked the
wheel and her 4x4 bounded up into the endless fields of
tobacco. I smiled, pleased at Satin's expression of awe as
she looked out on the vast expanse of land that
belonged to my family.
After a few minutes of
slowly touring the broken gravel driveway I stopped the
truck in front of the cabin and stepped out, closing my
eyes and inhaling deeply the untouched scent of raw
nature. Suddenly Satin was there with me, her arms laced
around my waist, a huge smile radiating from her
lips.
"I didn't know that you had a cabin all the way out
here?" she asked, still gazing in amazement at the
scenery.
"Well, technically I don't. It's a family farm. My dad
owns a portion of it, along with my grandmother and a
few other relatives. There's no telephone or T.V. No
distractions. Just us."
Again she looked up at me and
smiled and I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. She
submitted easily to my kiss and hugged me tightly before
bounding up the steps and into the wooden house.
As
she was surveying the furnishings I carried what I
had packed earlier into the house, hiding those items
which I was keeping as a special surprise for
later.
Then I heard the deep pounding of Satin's heels as she
came bounding down the steps. "There's a fireplace in
the upstairs bedroom!" she screamed, leaping off of
the stair's landing and into my
arms.
Chuckling, I swung her around in a circle as we resumed our
kiss from before. Holding her firmly against my chest,
I disengaged from her lips "Yeah, I know, that was
my idea, when they were rebuilding the old
house."
"Now, I want to take you around the place. This farm
has a lot of my family's history and I want you to
not only hear but see a lot of what shaped
us."
Satin's fingers snaked into my own as I led her out into
the dry, beating sun and slung a backpack on. "What's
that?” she asked?
Smiling devilishly I pulled her
along, delighting as her mind began to enter the
possibilities of what I might have in store for her.
That day, I showed her much of what my own grandmother
had told me, transferring to her the same emotion
that I had felt when my grandmother had lovingly
talked about the garden that she and her mother had
kept. I pointed out the old jutting rock and
"waterfall" that my grandmother had giddily told me was the
first place she'd ever kissed a boy.
I even
showed her the grave of my great-great grandfather, the
man who had originally bought the farm that we now
walked through.
Finally we came to a small pond,
a result of the "waterfall" that poured out onto
our land, and I led Satin up to the tree that
shadowed it and asked her if she was hungry. I think that
was when she first realized the grumbling that our
stomachs were doing.
Pulling out a blanket from the
backpack, I set it down next to the tree and pulled out the
chilled bottle of wine that I had kept in a cooler in the
4x4 and a container of cheese and crackers. Something
simple. I layed down on the ground, resting the back of
my head into Satin's lap as we enjoyed the cool
breeze in the shade and munched away at our snack.
The wine soon had us giggling and carrying on
with renewed vigor, Satin following each cheese and
cracker sandwich that she placed into my mouth with a
plentiful kiss. Then suddenly she stood up, smiling
suggestively to me as she strode towards the pond. I stared
with hungry eyes as she slowly let her shorts fall
from her hips, crumpling in a pile on the ground. Soon
her shirt followed suit and cascaded onto the dry,
brittle earth.
I leaned back on my elbows as I
witnessed Satin’s form slowly vanish between the surface of
the water, the subtle sway of her hips like a snakes
hypnotic dance upon my eyes. Diving under the water, she
soon re-emerged, erupting from the water, her hair
lashing about as she shook most of the water out. Satin’s
eyes met mine with hunger as the water slowly dripped
from her face.
With one solitary finger I
gestured for her to come to me.
Smiling, her body
cut through the water as she approached me, her body
casting off the weight of the water as she arose from it.
Her nipples had protruded into hard buds as a result
of the cold pond water and cool breeze that blew
through the shade beneath the tree. Following my
direction, Satin walked up the embankment, stepping onto the
blanket as her hips straddled me. I lay back against the
ground, holding my palm up to halt her. Obediently, she
stood above me, hands on her hips as she awaited my
instruction.
Lingering droplets plummeted onto my clothes as I stared up
at her magnificent body, her skin glistening as the
sun sparkled off of each individual drop of moisture.
Reaching upward from my position, I rubbed my hand up and
down her legs, tracing every edge of her naked
muscles, delighting in the subtle moan that escaped her
lips at my touch. Eventually my hands found themselves
braced along the “V” of her pelvis, my thumbs pressing
firmly against her lips. Slowly I began to rotate my
fingers, dragging against her flesh with each swipe, her
mound slick with moisture that did not originate from
the pond.
My thumbs then re-organized
themselves as one rubbed firmly against her clit, and my
other delved slightly in between her petals, rubbing
along the smooth slit between them. I sat there,
watching her body respond to my touch as her hips gyrated
against my hands, her head thrown back in a silent cry. I
continued probing deeper with my fingers as my middle
finger slipped inside her pussy. I smiled happily as I
noticed her eyes shut, a high pitched squeal escaping her
lips as her legs shook unsteadily. I continued to
probe her as my thumb vibrated frantically against her
protruding nub, trying to bring her to the ultimate edge of
her pleasures.
She whined with pleasure as she
gripped her hair tightly in her hands, her muscles
tensing as it shook violently with her climax. Slowly she
dropped to her knees, her hips resting firmly against my
chin as I pulled her firmly to me. She squealed with
renewed delight as my tongue lashed out to drink up the
trail of her juices that had spilled out onto her
flesh. And as my tongue and lips began to suckle and
lick at her pussy I looked eagerly upon the following
days, knowing that our weekend together had only begun.
The wine soon had us giggling and carrying on
with renewed vigor, Satin following each cheese and
cracker sandwich that she placed into my mouth with a
plentiful kiss. Then suddenly she stood up, smiling
suggestively to me as she strode towards the pond. I stared
with hungry eyes as she slowly let her shorts fall
from her hips, crumpling in a pile on the ground. Soon
her shirt followed suit and cascaded onto the dry,
brittle earth.
I leaned back on my elbows as I
witnessed Satin’s form slowly vanish between the surface of
the water, the subtle sway of her hips like a snakes
hypnotic dance upon my eyes. Diving under the water, she
soon re-emerged, erupting from the water, her hair
lashing about as she shook most of the water out. Satin’s
eyes met mine with hunger as the water slowly dripped
from her face.
With one solitary finger I
gestured for her to come to me.
Smiling, her body
cut through the water as she approached me, her body
casting off the weight of the water as she arose from it.
Her nipples had protruded into hard buds as a result
of the cold pond water and cool breeze that blew
through the shade beneath the tree. Following my
direction, Satin walked up the embankment, stepping onto the
blanket as her hips straddled me. I lay back against the
ground, holding my palm up to halt her. Obediently, she
stood above me, hands on her hips as she awaited my
instruction.
Lingering droplets plummeted onto my clothes as I stared up
at her magnificent body, her skin glistening as the
sun sparkled off of each individual drop of moisture.
Reaching upward from my position, I rubbed my hand up and
down her legs, tracing every edge of her naked
muscles, delighting in the subtle moan that escaped her
lips at my touch. Eventually my hands found themselves
braced along the “V” of her pelvis, my thumbs pressing
firmly against her lips. Slowly I began to rotate my
fingers, dragging against her flesh with each swipe, her
mound slick with moisture that did not originate from
the pond.
My thumbs then re-organized
themselves as one rubbed firmly against her clit, and my
other delved slightly in between her petals, rubbing
along the smooth slit between them. I sat there,
watching her body respond to my touch as her hips gyrated
against my hands, her head thrown back in a silent cry. I
continued probing deeper with my fingers as my middle
finger slipped inside her pussy. I smiled happily as I
noticed her eyes shut, a high pitched squeal escaping her
lips as her legs shook unsteadily. I continued to
probe her as my thumb vibrated frantically against her
protruding nub, trying to bring her to the ultimate edge of
her pleasures.
She whined with pleasure as she
gripped her hair tightly in her hands, her muscles
tensing as it shook violently with her climax. Slowly she
dropped to her knees, her hips resting firmly against my
chin as I pulled her firmly to me. She squealed with
renewed delight as my tongue lashed out to drink up the
trail of her juices that had spilled out onto her
flesh. And as my tongue and lips began to suckle and
lick at her pussy I looked eagerly upon the following
days, knowing that our weekend together had only begun.
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Serenity
Dragging Satin slowly down, my tongue arched upward, eager to slip inside her womanhood, probing firmly against her smooth inner walls.
Droplets of water saturated the course of my goatee, mixing with my saliva that glistened on her hairless mound. I could feel her body relax
as the intense, focused pleasure of my fingers gave way to the gentle, yet firm, lapping of my tongue.
Finally I felt Satin's knees settling upon the Earth on either side of my head. Arching her back so that her shoulders nested against my thighs,
Satin dug her nails deeply into the flesh of my arms as my tongue danced happily against her clit. Thrashing her head side to side against my
leg, Satin's thighs tightened almost painfully against the side of my head as she screamed out at the onset of yet another climax. Exhausted,
Satin's body collapsed onto my own.
Looking upward at the slowly descending sun, I suddenly realized what an exhausting and consuming day we had shared. Smiling, Satin
rolled off of me, stretching her naked body out upon the sun-baked clay, in much the sam way that a cat would.
Popping a stray bit of cheese into her mouth, she rolled over yet again, giggling as the crisp grass tickled her back, legs, and arms. Rising to
my elbows, I found myself marveling at the way that her deeply defined muscles flexed under the morning's rays, her beauty holding me in
its grasp with awe and delight.
I was suddenly broken from my reverie by Satin's deep soothing drawl, "Penny for your thoughts, Master?"
Smiling, I leaned over her prone form and swallowed one of her firm nipples into my mouth. "Close your eyes" I commanded softly, confident
of her obedience to my words though they were little more than a whisper.
Smiling in remembrance of how our path together had begun, Satin breathed in deeply at the sweet country air as her eyes closed shut. Her
chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm as my tongue toyed mischievously with her sensetive flesh.
Catching a chance glimps of something interesting, I smiled with wicked glee as I bit down lightly on her tender nipple. Satin moaned with
unexpected delight, distracting her attention from the tiny flower that I snapped off at the stalk. Leaning backward onto my free hand, I
slowly dropped the soft, yet prickly hairs of the flower toward Satin's air-licked skin, lightly trailing the stem down her chest, between the
valley of her breasts.
Satin cooed in curious delight, a sly little grin creasing her mouth as I continued to tickle the goosebumps along her skin. Again I found
myself marveling at the simply beauty of her every nuance: every pout of her firm lips; every curve that defined her body; every tiny wave of
her hand as she told me one of her stories; everything about her. Reaching down I picked Satin up into my arms and stood up, turning
around to face the farmhouse.
Satin breifly opened her eyes, looking up at me curiously, before she obediently closed them again and let me carry her back to the cabin,
ready for the next phase of our weekend adventure . . .
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Satin Sheets
Upon re-entering the cottage I quickly whisked
Satin up the stairs to the master bedroom, her legs
swaying playfully in the air as I carried her. When I
entered the room I marveled at the simplicity that
defined it and made it all the more elegant. Setting
Satin down upon the bed, I immediately turned towards
the fireplace and tossed a few logs onto the concrete
shelf inside. Striking a match against the cobbled
stones of the fireplace, I ignited a bit of kindling and
stoked the logs to a stable flame.
Reclining back
onto my palms I could feel Satin's presence behind me
as she perched upon the edge of the bed. Smiling, I
held my hand out to the side and she immediately leapt
to the floor, curling her fingers around my own as
she pressed the fullness of her breasts against my
back. Her chin hung naturally across my shoulder as she
snuggled closer to me, her legs wrapping around my
waist.
Absent-mindedly I began to trace the muscular definition of her
thighs with my fingers, lightly brushing them with my
fingertips and dragging my fingernails across them
alternatively. It was then that I noticed the dust that had
collected on her skin from her little roll in the dirt out
near the pond. Rubbing the dirt between my forefinger
and thumb I turned my head and kissed the tip of her
nose.
"Looks like someone needs a bath."
"Oh really?"
she taunted, a gleam of mischief in her eyes, as she
slid backwards away from me. "And what do you intend
to do about it?" her smile inviting me to the
challenge. I was overjoyed to see the re-emergence of
Satin's playful edge, something that I had always
cherished about our lovemaking.
Crawling forward, I
grinned at her with predatorial intentions on my mind.
Slowly crossing the color on all fours I eventually back
Satin up, a wicked smile crossing her own lips until
she found herself backed up against the bed. In the
instant that she turned to see what she had backed into I
lunged forward, encircling her hips in my arms.
Immediately I lifted her up onto my shoulder as a gleeful
scream filled the room, followed by endless laughter as
she kicked her feet playfully and pretended to
resist. Squirming with excitement and giddy laughter,
Satin weakly begged me to set her down as I carried her
over to the bed.
Once I'd reached the edge I
lowered my back and playfully tossed her down, watching
her body bound against the pillowy cushion of the
mattress. Satin laughed heartily as she stretched out on
the white cotton sheets that topped the
bedspread.
Catching her by the ankle I gently drug her across the
bedspread until her legs hung, suspended, over the edge,
her pussy positioned directly beneath my chin.
Immediately she threw back her head with a surprised chuckle
and a rather loud "Fuck!" as the popped the cork on
the hidden champagne bottle and sprayed it all over
her mound, tiny bubbles bursting against her clit.
Reaching downward with my hand I pulled her lips open wide
as the remaining flow cascaded across her
already-slick flesh.
At once my fingers slid easily
insider her, the tip of my digit rubbing back and forth
against the rough texture of her inside wall, forcing her
to gasp in a sharp breath. With a steady rhythm I
continued massaging her g-spot, before trailing my finger
out and up her slit, rubbing hard against the nub of
her clit. Placing her feet flat against my shoulder
blades, Satin lifted her hips up closer to my face as she
gyrated her pussy against my finger.
Licking my lips, I dipped my head down towards
her sex. Satin sighed as I removed my finger, only to
have it immediately replaced by my tongue, the sweet
moistness of the champagne soaking my cheek and chin as I
swallowed her petals noisily into my mouth. Placing my hand
under Satin's hips I lifted her mound up off of the
bed, closer to my head, blowing a cool breeze across
her glistening mound through tightly pursed
lips.
"Oh God!" Satin cried as the bubbles and thin moist
coating chilled her most sensitive flesh. Hungrily my
tongue dipped back into her petals as I licked up the
juices that soaked her glistening lips. Our eyes meet
each other as I buried my face between her thighs, and
I smiled as I thought about introducing Satin to my
little bag of treats for this weekend . . .
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