Dear darkangel37,
Everything written I base on that assumption that you are female. If you are a male unit, please do not read this post, and, if you do choke your way through it, take an incident-specific, short-term memory-kill pill immediately.
I wish I could have been your tour guide. Washington has such varied geography--desert, mountains, rain forest, islands, prairie. We could have camped in the Olympic rain forest. It could have gotten cold, so we would snuggle together in front of the fire, our bodies close, sensing every curve and fleshy mound.
As a light drizzle turns to rain, we dash into our tent with just enough room for me, and you, and our desire for each other.
We play our special undressing game. I take an article of clothing off you, and then you remove a piece of my clothing. I start below this time and remove your shoes and socks. After a brief foot rub, tongue bath, and toe suck, your pants slide down and off. I just stare at you in your pretty panties for a moment.
Tonight, I take your panties off with my mouth—biting, tugging, struggling to inch them down around your ankles as you flick them aside with that little-girl giggle I love so much. You have stripped me down to my pants only, making me wait to release my stretched-hard manhood. One button at a time, your blouse opens like a flower to show your lovely breasts. You never wear a bra. Even though I see them 1,000 times, your firm, perky boobs always take me to a higher level of excitement. Impatient as always, I lower you down on the soft blanket on you back and begin loving you with my hungry mouth. Breast, tummy, neck, the side of your hips, thighs, lips…I kiss, nibble, bite, lick, and love you all over. God, you are beautiful.
Then my pants come off, and you literally rip my shorts off. With an almost audible “boing,” my penis snaps to attention. Without restraint, you engulf the whole thing in you warm and wet mouth, once, twice, up and down, you make little sounds of pleasure as you suck, and suck my dick, again and again. You think you should stop, but you can’t. You have cum lust, and you want me to squirt hot cum deep down your throat. You suddenly stop sucking up and down; you keep me one inch in your mouth, wrap your smooth fingers around my shaft and give me the fastest, hardest hand job I’ve ever had not stopping once to give me even a second of relief.
“OOOOOhhhhhhhh, baby, I’m cuuuummmmming,” I practically yell. Quickly you reach down and rub yourself faster, and faster, and faster, and aaaaaauh, yes, that’s it. Your orgasm is so intense, your body goes stiff. Just then you feel the twitching of my cock, then the warm splat against the back of your throat. Once, twice, and a third time I squirt my cum in your mouth, and you keep rubbing, rubbing your clit again and again. OOOUUU.
We both collapse, breathing hard, smiling, as content as the great outdoors. Wrapped in each others arms, we drift off to sleep to the sounds of rain in the woods.
Washington: Lovers Land
