Sassy Girl

It was our anniversary and we needed something memorable to happen. I mean in the sex department. He had been working far too hard and thus, he was rarely hard. I had to take matters into my own hands. Literally.

We needed a real date. We decided to go to a local wine bar to sip our favorite zin. The place was cozy enough and usually had live music, which if it was outside, was charming. Otherwise, the sound was deafening and not great for romantic chit chat.

As I planned for the evening, I decided to wear something tantalizing. It’s a fine line between slutty and sexy, at least in public. I pulled out my short black pencil skirt and an off the shoulder top, which I think is always sexy. Laying the items on the bed, I wasn’t totally thrilled. I needed something more, something that would amp up the night. We hadn’t made love, well exciting love, in too long and I was ready for something to make my toes curl. Setting the scene was important so off I went.

I went to Sassy Girl, a sex store. They call themselves a romance shop. Whatever. I think like a guy in this department; romance without sex is just teasing and I don’t like going to bed with my thighs pulsating. Who does?

Anyway, Sassy Girl is fantastic and one of the places I duck into. The other is the liquor store. Though I am kind of over that one and hold my head up a little higher, snubbing Deep South morals, Sassy Girl is one of those places everyone goes to (or should!) but doesn’t talk about. I am beginning to wonder more and more: why not?

I could spend hours in that store. Like a kid in a candy store, I find it all educational and tantalizing and walk slowly through each aisle, never wanting to miss a thing. They have everything a person needs to put a little spice in your sex life without looking sordid or tacky. Decorated in Parisian pink and black toile, they display all their costumes, lingerie and toys with the panache of Nordstrom’s.

The sex toy department seems to grow each time I am there. I wonder what else can they invent? What other part of the body can be tickled, vibrated or slapped? What else can they find to do such things? I love asking the girl who works there what this or that is for. I really don’t know though I am getting better about piecing it all together, sometimes I need a little tutoring.

I cringe at her matter of fact explanations and frankly, she seems like she doesn’t really like sex. Perhaps like working in the bakery and you become immune to the delightful aroma of bread, she is immune to the wonders of all those toys.

Honestly, sex toys used to scare me. I was afraid that if I had something that vibrated or massaged me to orgasm, I wouldn’t need my husband anymore. I am sure he was worried about that too but when he was in control of the tool and was able to not only make me come every time but record speed, he renamed my favorite BOB. Battery Operated Buddy. Yep, they are on first name terms.

I love sex games. Dirty talk turns me on; dirty meaning talking about sex in a way we wouldn’t do in public. These games demand the reading of cards and carrying out certain acts. That’s hot! I actually a game at Goodwill, once. Unopened, mind you. I couldn’t buy used sex anything so to get this brand new game for one dollar was a real coup.

Lubes are another thing I find exciting. It isn’t that I don’t have my own love juices, but a lube is ultra slippery and frankly, much more exciting for both my husband and me. I picked out a new one: pina colada. He’d taste like a big, warm pina colada lollipop. Just thinking about it created a buzz between my legs. I inhaled deeply to steady my breath and looked to see if I was being watched. I didn’t need the clerk seeing me get all hot and bothered in her store, though that would probably be quite a compliment.

I made my way to the clothing. I am continually enthralled with costumes and lingerie. I am a lingerie junkie. I think wearing it turns me on as much as him. I stumbled upon a pair of black fish net pantyhose. The model pictured wearing them on the package had the most perfect butt I have ever seen. Then, I noticed that they were crotchless! My heart quickened thinking of how fun those could be. I had found just what I wanted and made my victorious purchase.

Once home, I took a warm bath and read a little pureotica erotica just to get me in the mood. A good soak to make sure everything is spic and span and getting my head in the game is always good. I mean, if athletes have to visualize the game, why don’t we?

I dressed carefully, not to snag my crotchless hose. They looked fabulous. I bent away from the mirror, mimicking the lady on the package. While I didn’t have a perfect butt, it looked good and my husband would love it.

Slipping into my skirt and black heels, I snapped on some gold hoop earrings. I looked in the mirror again just to make sure I looked as planned. I looked pretty good, but then I started thinking. That is usually trouble for me. I thought, oh my gosh, here I am in crotchless pantyhose and a short black skirt. What if I fall and the whole world sees I have not panties on? What if we are in an accident. Will the E.R. doctor snicker with knowing or find me a slut? I’m wearing a wedding ring. Doesn’t that make this all kosher?

Down girl, down! Mind your mind, I kept telling myself and starting laughing at my worries. I spritzed a little Sex and the City cologne on, for good measure and waited for him to come home.

I heard the door open and my husband walked in. I was standing in my most vampy pose and he smiled that sexy smile that still melts my heart.

“Come here, you” he said and reached for me. His kiss was unusually deep and I could tell he had as much need as I did.

He already looked great in his black trousers and mock turtle neck. His dark hair looked like it did when he left, not a wave out of place.

“Ready,” he asked?

“Give me one minute,” and I grabbed my purse and went to the bathroom.

Pulling out my phone I hiked my skirt up and bent over revealing my crotchlessness, snapping a picture. Dear Lord, if anyone ever sees this picture I will die, I thought.

The drive was only a short distance and the setting sun lit the fall leaves on fire. We walked hand in hand into the wine bar. I then noticed I was really tense…sexually. When I spend all day thinking about our evening I am so cranked up and I am like a sixteen year old boy! I was ready to rock and roll.

The wine helped slow things down a bit. We sipped our favorite bottle and ordered the wine platter to munch on. I didn’t want dinner because I don’t like to eat too much before a romantic evening. Makes my belly bloat and God forbid we would look bloated!

When our first glass was drained, I excused myself to go to the ladies’ room. While in there I sent him a picture text of what wasn’t under my skirt, the picture I took at home. I typed a note, “ Easy access. Just keeping it simple.” I pushed the send button and left the bathroom.

While walking back to the table, the text vibrated in his pants and I saw him pull his phone out. I sat sweetly, as he read. He looked up at me, leaned close.

“You don’t have undies on?” he asked with delicious surprise.

“The picture says it all,” I answered.

I felt that little buzz between my legs just knowing he was intrigued. I reached my hand over to his lap and ran my hand slowly up his thigh. Rooting around for evidence that he was turned on, I found what I was looking for. I searched the room and found all the other people where either looking the other way or distracted. I boldly rubbed him and felt his bulge grow bigger.

“Ummmm, it’s like my personal genie bottle. Rub and he shows up.”
My lips touched his ear just a little as I whispered. This turns him on…giving him goosebumps. We continued with our cheese and tease for the next thirty minutes.

“Ready?” he asked, but it was more of a command.

“I am,” I said and felt as if I was gliding to the door. My crotchless panties left all my desire slippery and silky. The cool autumn air licked the wetness, creating a brisk stimulation. I was loving this crotchless hose thing.

He opened the door for me and I intentionally bent over, as if to search for something on the car floor. I hiked my skirt up to reveal just a bit of what was promised in the text. So cheeky of me, wouldn’t you say?

“Careful there, missy. We might not get home.” He threatened.

“Oh, my, well, that would be quite horrible, wouldn’t it?” I said with an animated southern drawl.

He grabbed my hips and rubbed his bulge against my butt. I could feel his steel hardness and rubbed myself into him a little. His fingers slid around the opening of the hose, finding a well of excitement wet his fingers. He hmmm’d and searched more, slowly sliding his finger against my swollen bud and the silky petals that surrounded it. I arched on my tip toes and bent lower to bring my butt up higher.

His eyes were looking around to make sure no one was coming but his fingers were busy, taking his longest finger and slowly moving it in and out. My lower lips were smacking with the little suction sounds as he moved deeper and deeper. I wanted something bigger, longer.

The night was very dark and most of the patrons were still in the wine bar enjoying their glasses. With the briefest of pauses in his seducing, he knelt down and let his tongue take over where his fingers left off. His warm, probing tongue licked me from behind, as if I were an ice cream cone. The quick flicks of his tongue made my body go a bit limp and I wasn’t sure if I could remain on my toes any longer. Ducking lower he penetrated me with his tongue and suckled my clit. That was it. My fingers dug into the leather seat and my legs became a wobbly mess as waves of electric flowed through my body.

When the final tremor stilled, I straightened my body and turned to him. He kissed me, his mouth smelling of my sex and his tongue dove deep down my throat as a reminder, we were not done.

“Let’s go to the back seat,” I suggested and opened the back door.

“No, right here,” he said hoarsely. His dark eyes looked angry but I knew that as desire…raw, disturbing need for me.

Holding the top of the car door jam, I spread my legs and bent over slightly. I heard him unzip his pants and my mouth began to water.

“Turn around, look at me,” and he pushed me to sit down on the seat, with my legs hanging out the door.
He was swollen and hard and frankly, beautiful. He looked like a Roman statue didn’t. they were always limp. He stood firm and ready and I swore it was pulsating, with a heart beat of its own. He stood and waited, watching me admire him, then waited for me to take him in my mouth. I did so gladly, but only after teasing him a bit. I licked his head, flicked the juicy slit that crowns it and tasted him in small licks before taking the whole of him in my mouth.

He gave me a few minutes to adjust to his enormity and then he began to thrust. I could feel the ridges of his hardness as he worked my mouth. Just when I thought he would come, he stood me up and turned me around for back entry. Like a well trained dance partner, I got to just the right angle for his height. Clawing at my skirt he thrust into me with bit of frenzy. I pushed my rear as far into him as I could and he crashed deeply. With a quiet shout he came and froze, holding himself in me until he slipped out.

We kissed a bit and I sat down in the car. Zipping his pants he moved to the drivers side and closed the door.

“You are a sassy girl,” he said.

“You have no idea!” I replied and started focusing on the hard pina colada to come.

I Miss You

As she stretched in her bed, she unconsciously ran her hand down her side, outlining each curve. The sensation made her think of their lovemaking and made her quake. She sighed at the thought of his strong body against hers, the weight of him assuring her of his love.
She kept her eyes closed, visualizing him next to her. Her entire body shook as if being shocked. Just the thought of him brought electric to her.
Her hand smoothed over her breast, twirling the firm peak, then down her belly and below her waistband, where she was becoming moist. The throbbing between her legs became intense, to the point of a thunderous pain. Moaning, she pressed into her hand, her loins crying for his touch. Her hips began a rhythmous dance, her mind went blank at the mounting pleasure. She could think of nothing more than his hands exploring her body, his mouth taking hers and his eyes…that sleepy look of lust.

She whispered his name over and over, as if the chant would bring him to her. Her breathing was heavy, burdened by desire and the coming tide. She licked her lips and knew if she had his thick male in her mouth, she would be there. At just the thought of it, a white light exploded in her head, her body trembled at the crashing waves of release and she yelled for him…

Sex Toy Review: The Erosillator

As we age orgasms can become an exhausting and frustrating ordeal. I had spent too many late evenings where it just didn’t happen. When I was nearly there, I would just give out because I was too tired.

I have never had multiple orgasms, either. I was really happy and spent with one! When one of my longest and dearest friends heard that come out of my mouth, she did only what a best friend could do: she bought me the Erosillator.

She told me she had one for years and she doesn’t leave home without it. She built it up pretty much so I was afraid it might not live up to her hype. When I pulled it out of the box, I was greeted by a gold, phallic symbol god. It comes with different heads that do different things. Mainly a clitoral stimulator, their website describes it as a

Smart Oscillating Engine, Potent Stimulation Without Numbing

A technological breakthrough in orgasmic response, the Eroscillator’s attachments are directly connected to its unique axially oscillating engine, not to the device’s body like ordinary vibrators, allowing for a smart and constantly adapted dynamic response.

Many women have experienced their first orgasm with the unswerving and gentle support of the Eroscillator.

So no more tired and poor you. You can enjoy an orgasm each and every time. I read a little erotica and tried it out alone and came in less than 90 seconds. No fore play or anything! It really is amazing!

I ask my husband to use it as an extension of his real deal. If it happens without it, great. If I’m struggling getting there, he doesn’t feel bad because he has his BOB (battery operated buddy. It’s actually a plug in but you get the picture.) He will often apply the magic wand right before he comes so we can go together.

I Wish…

I wish you would look at me with desire. No smiles or grins. Be serious as a heart attack about your desire for me.
I wish you would be confident in your love making skills, know what you want and how you will get it.
I wish you would kiss me hard, not peck around like you are kissing a baby. I am not fragile, but a woman with throbbing desires. Try to break me…I’ll tell you if you hurt me.
I wish you would hold me down and devour me….as if you are afraid I will get away. Pin me down with your mouth…use your eager lips and hot tongue to cover every inch of my body and when you can’t taste any more, urge me to devour you.
I wish you would fill my mouth. I will taste you deeply, my soft lips surrounding you, the warmth growing you even harder as you move in and out.
I wish you would stroke me there while I am doing this…that tiny bud that stands for attention. We could throb together.
I wish you would make me go crazy with your touch and taste. As the earth moves and shakes me to my core, I will be both energized and numbed all at the same time.
I wish…

It’s easy to get in the mood in a love nest.

What does your bedroom say about your love life? A quick way to judge is to stand at your door and pretend it is a hotel room you just paid $150 a night to stay in. Would you be pleased with your room?

Does your room scream “clean me” or “relax in me?” If it screams anything but “relaxation and peace”, it is time to work on creating a love nest.

In my opinion, the bedroom should be set aside for sleep, relaxation and lovemaking.

If you want to be the mood more often, understand that you cannot relax when work is screaming at them. Clutter, piles of laundry, etc. will create tension and beg for your attention. Your husband is what needs your attention in the bedroom. So look for what does not belong in your bedroom.

Set a timer for 15 minutes and take three bags; a put away, giveaway and throw away bag. Fly through your room as quickly as you can. Do not judge or rationalize. You know what belongs in there and what does not…be ruthless. What is on your dresser? Jewelry, books, laundry? Get rid of it!

If your room is not decluttered in one session, it is ok. Pick up where you left off the next day and do it again until you have an uncluttered room. By the way, clothing is clutter. Once decluttering is completed the rest comes easy.

Now you have a clean area and you can set the scene. Consider what it is you want to happen in your love nest. There are three things that never tingle the loins and should be banned from the bedroom: kids, work and finances.

Do you have a work desk in your bedroom? Move it out! Replace the desk with a chair or love seat. Soft furniture create new venues for love making. Once the desk is gone, agree to ban all discussion of finances from the bedroom. Enough said.

I know this might be a bit controversial, but kids can be real libido killers. Oh, we love them, but they certainly can take up too much of our mind and energy. The bedroom is the place for the couple; that unit that existed before the babies.

Relocate all photos of the kids, parents and other family members. Framed photos of the two of you are what need to be in the bedroom.

This one may be a real challenge but I know you will see the benefits: rethink the television being in your room. I have never had one in my bedroom. Too often they compete with the thoughts and attention of lovers and are not condusive to love making. If you don’t agree with me, then hide it. If you can’t see it you won’t be as tempted to watch it. Put your t.v. in an armoir or cover it with a pretty woven shawl. Place pictures or candles on top and soon you will be spending more time with each other instead of watching programming that is almost always negative or stressful. Remember this is a room for the two of you to discover each other.

Add a few things that create the love making mood. Candles are always in order. Either real wick or LED candles placed in the areas that create the right amount of light. Your goal is to make the lighting flattering to you! Play around with them until you like what you see.

Flowers and plants soften the room and bring calmness. A soothing fountain trickling can create a truly spa-like space.

Music is one of the most important things to create a mood. Pick music that has the beats and rhythms of love making. Soon your hips and body will be swaying at the tempos of the music and you will be carried off to the land of sensual delights. One of the best CDs I have eer used is Tantric Sexuality by Llewellyn. Make sure your playlist or CD lasts more than one hour to ensure you are not interrupted.

Have you purchased new sheets since the wedding? If not, you have permission to spend some money on a high weave set of sheets or even satin!

Mirrors can be added. People are often embarrassed when this comes up and ask, “What if people see my room?” My answer is two- fold. One is, why do others have to see your bedroom? You aren’t in highschool and hang out in your room. The second is if they see it, who cares?! Let them drool with envy that you have such a vibrant sex life and it may give them a challenge to step it up at their own house.

Do you have a lock on the inside of your room? If not, by golly get one right now!

Last but not least, keep the pets and kids out of your love nest. What are we saying to our husbands when we allow the kids to consume every space in the house? The marriage bed shouldn’t be for child nurturing. Their beds are for that. If your child is upset and needs your attention, teach them to call you and you can soothe them in their own rooms. This also teaches them that their space can be a haven and they don’t need mommy’s bed.

Teach your children that the marriage bed is special and sacred and that your room is only for Mommy and Daddy. When children know their parents like each other and have special places and things just for each other breeds a sense of security and happiness.

Do I have to say much about pets? Dog hair, cat fur balls thrown up on the floor, dog breath and the pet odor is never a turn on. Pets have no place in the love nest.

These suggestions really are mostly free. Of course a beatuful comforter, curtains or any other accessories to enhance the beauty of your room will only make it more desirable but not necessary.

For women foreplay begins early in the day. The first body part to be engaged is the brain. Creating a place of serenity is the perfect place to begin your date night by sitting in your clean room, breathing and visualizing the evening ahead.

Begin creating your love nest today. I promise it will be the best thing you have done for yourself in ages.

Afternoon Delight

The sun was hot but the breeze was refreshingly cool, which made it perfect for sunning. Sometimes she needed a little color, especially on those areas that aren’t seen wearing clothes. Tanning topless or with nothing at all isn’t an easy task with so many people coming and going from my house but she stole a few moments away for it.

She was home alone and knew she knew she would be for hours. Wasting no time, she donned my simplest swim suit and a blanket to lay on the grass. Slipping on my sun suit, I  gathered my stuff and walked outside to find that perfect place.

Though we have a good bit of land, it is all cut up into areas that leave little unexposed.  The road can be seen from most locations adn where you can’t see  the road, you couldn’t see the sun either. That perfect place was actually very hard to find.

After walking to and fro with my excited dog at my heels, I searched for that hidden sanctuary where I could allow the sun to kiss every inch of my skin. After what seemed like forever, I layed the blanket down on my chosen spot and layed down. I breathed in the scent of fresh cut grass and looked back and forth, as if I were a criminal in hiding, and finally took off my swim suit top. Having this be my first time experiencing this rendezvous with the sun, I wasn’t brave enough to take off my bottoms. Just having my breasts exposed to the rays felt very seductive.

I looked at my watch to monitor my minutes of exposure. Ten minutes on each side, I decided, was a reasonabe first time out for my virgin skin. I layed on my stomach,  to get used to being topless. This felt safe and I relaxed a bit.

I could hear mowers in neighboring yards and slightly panicked at the thought of someone dropping by for a visit. Oh well, I thought to myself. If they do, they will see their neighbor in a new light!

After my back side’s ten minutes were up, I flipped over t. I lay my so get my front even time. I draped my swim top over my face to protect from the damaging rays. A little color I wanted. Wrinkles I didn’t want.

I could hear birds and then heard the squeak of a humming bird and knew it was near by. I smiled to myself at the thought of the little bird seeing me in all my glory, then heard a man’s voice.

“Thinking of me?” he asked. Taking a second to snap myself out of my sun induced La La land, I was thankful to realize it was my husband and not a visitor!

“Don’t move,” he said. “You look fabulous.” If I didn’t know him better I would have thought his voice sounded mad. He wasn’t mad, he gets that gruff lower voice when he is aroused.

I heard the grass crunch beneath his feet and he came to stand beside me. I could feel his body shadow the sun and my skin instantly cooled. This small change in temperature made my nipples stand at attention, as if he personally ordered it.

“Ah yes, you are thinking of me,” he said. “What are you doing out here?”

“Baking bread,” I said sarcastically. “What do you think I am doing out here?”  I mumbled from under my swim suit top. “Better question is: what are you doing here? It is so early,” I asked.

“Boss sent me home. I worked extra this week and he wanted to treat me to a few hours off. Did he know you would be waiting here half naked?”

I chuckled at thought. I couldn’t imagine calling his boss to notify him of such intimate matters.  All the same, I played along.

“Actually I called him and told him that I would be waiting for you in the back yard and if you could get home in as many minutes as I had on articles of clothing, I would give you a bonus and he wouldn’t have to worry about giving you one this year,” I teased.

“Hmmm,”  he grunted and bent down closely to me. I could smell his cologne and feel his breath. The sun was releasing the inhibitions in me. I wasn’t scared about being out in public. It was quite a turn on.

His finger pressed  on the dampness between my breasts. He ran it up the mound of my breast and circled around the dark circle. As if rubbing a genie bottle, he created a swirl of electricity throughout my body. Knowing he was achieving the desired affect, he gave the other breast the same treatment.  I froze and stopped breathing, as if I might scare him away. Deepening the desire, his tongue followed his fingers trail and his finger moved on downward to my belly.

His tongue was cool compared to the sun, and was a moistening balm from the blistering heat. His breath even felt  cool against my hot skin.

“It is man’s dream to come home and find his wife naked. Finding her naked outside is a fantasy,” his breath created little breezy movements.

The tension made it harder to breath and I pulled away the swim top away.  His lips quickly came down hard on my mouth. His tongue searched mine for its partner and the intensity of the dance  made me light headed.

His mouth searched my neck and he tickeled me with little nibbles over my shoulders.

“You taste good…. salty,” he said in a low voice. I knew that voice. It was the voice of a hungry man.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lowered his head onto my chest, once again. Though he was eager to get it on, he knew to monitor my speed. Sensing no reistance to move forward,  his mouth and tongue devoured my body; licking and suckling as he pleased.

Oh, it felt so good! He knew how to turn me on. The hot sun, the fragrant grass and the element of risk took it to a new level. I could feel the throbbing base-like beat between my legs and I was ready for whatever the moment offered.

“You… are… hot,” he said in short breaths. I smiled knowing that he believed that to be true and I was eager to prove it.

His hand crept into my bikini bottom, searching for the slippery signal of my arousal.  He knew instantly I was not just going on the ride but enjoying the journey.

He unzipped his pants and he popped out like a Jack In The Box. I loved the sight of his erection. Though it was his sign of man power, I knew also was well aware of my power as a woman to satisfy him. He positioned himself above me, on his hands and knees, as if to think of where to go next. Excited to know what he wanted, I waited for his next move. He stroked his shaft several times, as if to get control of it and……

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A Long, Hard Winter

She was happy to finally feel the warmth, again. She glanced towards the sun and raised her arms in homage. The winter was long and hard. She hated the cold; she liked it hot. The only thing she liked long and hard was him. The thought of him made her tingle, inside. Perhaps he was thinking of her, too.

She ventured out to the wood lot, dodging thorny black berry bushes that covered the field. She stopped and listened for the buzz of the chain saw. After following the loud whine of wood being cut, she found him working on a large cedar. His hands gripped the machine with all his might.

The sunlight made the sweat on his body glisten. He stopped to wipe his forehead and brushed his dark hair back from his face. Even from a far she could see his bedroom eyes. She looked at her man and all she thought was, “He looked delicious.”

She stopped near him, standing off to the side so she wouldn’t spook him. Surprises when one held dangerous machinery wasn’t a good idea. He turned off the motor, grabbed the mask off his head and gave her a rougish grin.

“Hey there,” she greeted him, huskily. “Working hard?” she asked. Just the word “hard” made her inner thighs contract and work wasn’t what she was thinking of.

He glanced her way intentionally eyeing her from head to toe, in a lustful, slow study. Her blue shorts showed the lenght of her legs. They were long and tan and her small but perky breasts filled the top just right. They were ordinary clothes, but not an ordinary woman.

“You look hot,” he said, giving her that lusty grin she loved.

“That is the temperature speaking,” she said.

“My temperature was just fine until you came by,” he teased.

“Well now, we might have to do something about that.” she sassed back.

“What do you have in mind?” he said in a pleading voice, as he drew closer to her.

“I say we go to the pond. The water is warm enough. Let’s go play!”

He put down the saw and reached for her. As he pulled her close, he could feel her breath on his face and closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her. How could he be married to the same woman so long and it still be so exciting?

“Let’s go,” he growled and kissed her hard.

He took her soft hand in his and started to walk the path, to the pond. They stopped periodically to kiss and make out a bit, and when half way there, he looked around to see if they were alone.

“Do you think anyone can see us?” he asked, like a school boy who was pulling a prank.

“Unless they are four legged creatures, I doubt there is a soul around.” she said, reading his mind.

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply, giving him a little tongue. He moved his hand over her top, feeling the soft cotton. After tiring of the feel of fabric, he simply and quickly took it off. Beneath, she was bra-less and her breasts tightened from the sweep of sudden exposure. He bent down searching for the mounts of delight. His tongue flicked on her nipple peaks and licked a twisty circle around them. She moaned and her legs felt rubbery. Wanting her mouth on him, she lifted his t-shirt over his head and bent to lick the salty sweat off his chest. Though he had worked hard he still smelled clean and fresh, something she never quite understood about him.

His pecs tightened as her hands moved down to his zipper and she could feel the bulge it was hiding. Their breathing got heavier but they  paused, knowing this was the journey, not the destination. They continued to walk down the path, her topless and him, breathless.

“This is how you could get me to walk with you every day!” he teased.

Upon seeing the water, they both took off in a run, squealing like kids. Stopping at the pier edge, he quickly took off the rest of his clothes. He plunged in the cool water, his erection pointing the way. She was right behind him, tossing off her flip flops and shorts.

She jumped in and gasped as the cool water hit her sacred regions.

“It’s cold!” she yelled.

“Come here, I will warm you,” he said in a deep voice that sounded like sex itself.

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. They ran their hands over each others silky, wet bodies and she found his heat, taking a handful. She could feel his rigid erection and she could feel herself tighten inside.

They frolicked in the water; desire warming them.She grabbed on the pier edge, facing the sun with an attempt to feel the warm sun on her chest. Her breasts were above the water, standing at attention and he took the invitation for what it was. He gently bit her nipples, twisting them between his lips. He ventured lower, sliding his tongue down her torso, nibbling his way down to the patch of hair, under the water. He went under, searching between her legs. She allowed her legs to float up and part, giving him complete access. She leaned her head back on the pier and sucked in her breath. The movements were lubricated by the water and more intense than normal. He came up for air with playful lust in his eyes.

“I’ve business to finish.” he stated.

He kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue and inhaled deeply as he went back down.He slid his finger deep inside her, rubbing her g-spot as his tongue continued to flick her in a sensuous tempo. The rhythm of his tongue and finger was what she needed to take her there. Amidst the chirping of frogs and the bird’s mating songs, she let out her own sensual cry.Having completed his desired mission, he faced her, grabbing the pier and she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him with her long legs.

He easily entered her and they rocked back and forth, creating little waves in the water. Her mouth left hot breath on his neck and she nibbled on his ears. As she sucked his ear lobe, matching the beat of his thrusts, he let out a shout of ecstasy, completing the mating song.They clung to each other as the shock waves rippled through their bodies, while gently rubbing each other’s skin.She looked at him with heavy, lusty eyes. “You make me forget winter,” she said.”Stick around. There is more where that came from.” he promised.She knew that was true and reached down to fondle “round two” into reality.