Saturday, June 1, 2013

A Purple Interlude

I am sitting opposite you at the table. The sun is streaming into our little secluded spot out on the deck.

You are are wearing your purple sun dress which shows an ample portion of your silky smooth thighs and, if I am lucky, tantalizing peeks at your panties as we climb the stairs.

I am in some baggy shorts which allow for plenty of "growth" and do not give away any clues as to whether I am commando or not. A loose Tee covers an aged well body.

As we talk about the day you start to run your hand along your thigh and pull up the hem of your dress. I am able to peek and see some blue showing and am guessing you have on the sheer blue panties that I love the feel of against my cock.

I get the hint and stretch my leg and begin to rub the smooth skin between your thighs. You move in your chair to give me more access and start to run your fingers over the area covering your pussy. I have to move to let my cock grow under my baggies.

As my toes move closer to your panty line you let out a low moan and fling your head back which pushes your hips towards me, allowing my toes to help your fingers caress your moist swollen lips.

Not being able to handle it any longer I unzip and reach in for my cock. It springs to attention in front of you and you admire its hardness as I begin to stroke it.

I am changing the pace of my strokes, giving the soft flexible skin very quick strokes, then slowing the pace and moving my hand slowly up and down the hard rod. All the while teasing and caressing your pussy lips with my toes.

You again move your hips, this time to allow your panties to be moved aside so that your fingers can access your hard clit and allow my toes more access to your pussy lips.

As you motion your fingers over your clit, running it in circles, slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, I see you building.

Building to your moment of release.

I ask you to tell me when you are near. I will try and hold mine until you are ready.

Rubbing, teasing, stroking, circling. Fingers are a blur, fists are pumping.

The moment is near, your hips buck, juices flow, groans escape. I can't hold back, a final pump releases.

A thick stream of white paste lands on your silky smooth skin.

Another grunt, another thrust.

Then quietness, as we both sit and catch our breath in the morning sun.

Kiwi