Summer Dress

Summer Dress Summer Dress

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Genre: Erotica

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Sex in a Summer Meadow

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Sex in a Summer Meadow

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Submitted: November 15, 2012

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Submitted: November 15, 2012

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Summer Dress

 

The path meandered down beside a slow, lazy stream, the sunshine catching on the water and filtering through the sleeping willows. I walked behind her watching her short summer dress caress the curves of her back and waist, enjoying the sensual touch of the cotton sliding back and forth over her smooth skin as she moved. It flared out over her hips and thighs and hung over her ass in a way which commanded my attention beyond control. Her hair flowed over her shoulders. Bare legs, bare feet, her fingers holding mine as she led the way. I was captivated by the sight, spoken to on a primal level that hooked into my raw sexuality. I wanted her more with every step. She stopped and turned to me, eyes deep and full of intent, her mouth slightly parted. She pulled me close for a moment whispering that she was naked beneath her dress. The whisper almost lost amidst the brief touch of her hair on my face, her breath on my neck and the smell of her skin. Overpowering, sweet, subtle. I stiffened at the thought of her sweet lips naked to the air, pressed tightly together between her smooth thighs, concealing all that honeyed wetness within. I wanted her.... with such an immediacy I felt my hips push towards her involuntarily but she'd already turned and was continuing towards the bridge. I knew then that I would fuck her again, but this time out here in the sunshine. I'd fucked her not ten minutes before back at her cottage, before she'd dressed for the sunshine, pulling down her leggings and pushing myself into her in her kitchen as she made our picnic. A brief, passionate fuck against the worktop. I could feel her on me still, her kisses on my face, her wetness on my cock, slowly drying.

 

She led me over the bridge and out onto a meadow scattered with clumps of yellow ragwort and purple willowherb, colours vibrant and strong. Long grass danced all around in the sunshine as my eyes adjusted to the brightness and the beauty of the place. It smelled like summer, hot and still, sweet and fresh. It was quieter here, this world within the world. Sounds were muffled and distant as if they battled through the stillness projected from this wonderful place, open to all the world yet hidden. She smelled of sex. I could smell her as I walked behind. Summer and sex, a perfect balance of heat and stillness, flowers and grass, desire and tenderness. Sealed from the outside world of watching eyes, no one could enter until we left, no one could see us. Our place.

 

A blanket in the long grass would hide us further. She smoothed the blanket down into the grass and turned and sat, leaning back and holding her weight with her hands. The movement pushed her shoulders forward and squeezed her soft breasts together so that beads of sweat formed in her cleavage. Sitting by her feet gave me the perfect view and she leaned back further onto her elbows as she felt my gaze on her body. I liked the long grass waving in the slight breeze, languid and lazy behind her, I liked the sun on her as she lay with a smile on her face that spoke of the ache of satisfaction between her legs. Satisfied, but perhaps not satiated. I liked the way she looked at me, her eyes locked onto mine, insolent and daring. I looked back, impassive, watching her pull me in with her curves and the promise of warm skin under cotton, the promise of softness and heat, of wetness between her legs and on her lips. The hem of her dress slid up as she lifted one leg and let her knee fall to the side. A subtle movement but full of intent, calculated and smooth. The occasional breeze played with her dress, revealing more of her thigh and lifting the scent of her delicious cunt into the air. I remained still, unmoving. She licked her lips as she opened her other leg, letting both knees fall open, and causing the dress to fall back onto her stomach revealing all for me to see. Her lips swollen, pink and plump between her thighs offering a seductive kiss that I couldn't help but want to return. I shifted my weight, still watching her, saying nothing, giving nothing, making her wait.

 

Her eyes said this was a game. Playing with my sexual energy and showing me what I can't have here in this place, out in the open for anyone to stumble upon. But my mind was already made. I wanted her and I was going to have her here, my desire beyond reproach or objection, the risk adding to the tension and excitement. I rolled one of the blackberries I'd picked beside the stream between my fingers, squeezing slightly so the juice ran onto my fingers. On impulse I rubbed some on the inside of her thigh staining her skin a dark purple. Her breathing deepened, I could see her attention drawn towards the spot where the juice was drying on her. I squeezed the berry harder so that a fat drop landed on the thigh of her raised leg, the juice slowly running downwards. The drop rolled down towards her swollen cunt, her breath catching. I watched the pleasure and excitement animate her face as her hips rocked back and forth involuntarily at the trickling wet juice, intimate and invasive. Her eyes searching my face, her tongue wetting her lips. I leaned forwards and licked the juice from where it had spread into the crease of skin at the top of her leg, following the line of stained purple back up her leg with my tongue. She shuddered and moaned as the flat of my tongue ran over her smooth skin.

 

The subtle adjustment of her hips invited me in, submitting and passing over responsibility for my actions, overcoming her fear of discovery. I looked steadily into her eyes as I squeezed the remainder of the juice onto her clitoris letting it run down her lips and between her ass cheeks, opening my mouth and exposing my tongue ever so slightly, letting her know what came next. The juice was sweet mixed with the taste of her, musky and beautiful with a sweetness all of its own. I licked her clean with long slow strokes of my tongue from as far down as I could reach, the tip of my tongue finding the puckered skin of her asshole. I licked her lips thoroughly with no thought of her pleasure, only my own. I licked her still when the sweetness of the juice was gone and all that was left was the wonderful taste of her womanhood, running thick and clear from inside of her. She lay back her head, her arm across her eyes and tried to stay quiet as I licked. Sometimes hard and fiercely caught up in my own pleasure, sometimes softly and slowly for her caressing her with the softness of my mouth and lips.

 

I slipped off my trousers leaving me naked from the waist down, hard and heavy already, her eyes greedily taking in the sight. My hand slid slowly up her thigh as I moved between her legs savouring the feel of her soft skin under my hands. I could feel her excitement build from my touch and the exposure of her hips and cunt to the open air and sunshine. My hip brushed up the inside of her thigh pushing her legs further apart. Holding myself over her I moved closer, her breath hot and rapid on my face. Her mouth open slightly waiting for my kiss, but still I held back. As she reached for my lips I withdrew, teasing, not touching her but allowing her time to want me, her desperation for contact building, charging her body with tension and desire. The first touch of my lips on hers, soft, full and intimate, released a moan of pleasure from her. Her tongue pushing into my mouth looking for mine, pulling me into her to touch the inside of my lips with hers, letting her taste herself on my mouth. I held back still as she pushed her hips forwards and opened her legs further trying to find me, but I was careful not to let her touch me..... not yet. All I wanted was to thrust into her and spunk her deep inside, letting the cum splash up inside the pink folds of her buried cunt. But I held still, poised above her.

 

My cock caressed her lips gently making her jerk back with the intensity of the contact but I held her there, firmly gripping her shoulders. I could feel how wet she was by the way her lips moved against my skin as she worked her hips against the light pressure, pulling me into her, her hand tight around the back of my neck. I pressed myself slowly into her, just enough so the end of my cock was nestled between her swollen lips, neither in nor out, letting her pleasure herself with it but not giving enough to fully enter her. My cock was aching for the feel of her now, hard and throbbing, wanting that tight grasping pull of her cunt. I could hold back no longer, and relenting to her hands pulling at my hips, I pushed my cock slowly into that tight pink cunt, moaning at the desire to spunk her already. I gave her an just inch of my hardness but held back giving her more; partly I could barely control the cum rising in me and partly I wanted her to beg. Her back arched and her mouth opened as she pulled my face close, her silent gasp hot on my neck. She felt so fucking good. Her cunt was tight...hot....I circled the end of my dick in that tight inch, feeling her wet grip tighten even more. I let my weight press her down as I let my cock slowly push deeper and deeper into the wet softness of her, loving the feeling of her legs opening further to open her cunt, her pelvis, for me, letting me in, her arms wrapping round me to pull me close, the outside world forgotten. Kissing her I gently rocked back and forth pulling out just an inch then pressing deeply in as far as I could go. She was silent now but I could hear her breath coming quicker and in time with my movements, her cunt tightening around me and holding me. I love the feel of a woman fully aroused, lips so silky smooth and slippery with a pressure all of their own against my hardness. I lengthened my strokes and felt her respond, pushing back into me as I reached my deepest point. Her moans came then, insistent and uncaring of our surroundings. My hands wandered, pushing up her dress further round her waist, stroking her arms and neck, finding her nipples through the cotton of her dress, twisting and pulling without breaking my rhythm. I pulled down the straps of her dress to expose her breasts soft and round to the brightness of the day. I wanted her to feel naked in this place to accentuate her arousal and excitement. I wanted her to feel reckless and dirty, conscious that someone might find us at any time, to see her exposed and indecent. I wanted her to feel out of her depth and in my control but unable to resist, balanced between wanting and fear before I changed my rhythm and caste her back into thoughtlessness and desire. I held back on every other stroke so she pushed into nothing before I plunged back into her. Sometimes less is more. She whined at every missed stroked and moaned with pleasure at every stroke, guttural from somewhere deep inside her. All thoughts of discovery forgotten. She grasped at my back, she bucked and moaned. She shouted out loud and she bit me, my face, my neck and my shoulder. I pressed her face into my chest as I fucked her, smothering, relentless, and indifferent to her reactions.

 

Her cunt tightened around me, fingernails digging into my back and her arms locking me close. I held her down with my body as she started to shake and judder, thrusting into her still as her moans intensified towards her orgasm, raising in pitch as she lost control. I slipped a hand over her mouth and turned her face towards me, holding her arms down with the other to restrict her movement and expression. Her eyes locked once more onto mine, wide and fearful of her own intensity as she came, her cunt gripping me as she bucked and thrust back at me from under the weight of my body. I thought she would never stop but slowly she came back to me, regaining control, holding me with shaking arms and legs. As she subsided I held her close and tenderly, kissing her mouth and face as she whimpered and tried to speak. I held still though my cock was still hard and throbbing inside of her. I waited till she returned my kisses and smiles before thrusting into her once more, gently and softly, letting my own orgasm rise inside of me. I kissed her deeply and slid one hand down her body onto her ass and pulled her open allowing me to press my hard cock more fully into her. The feeling of my cock so hard and her cunt so soft pushed me over the edge as I looked into her face and let myself go. She moaned and shouted again at my orgasm, my heat and spunk flooding into her, filling her up and overflowing onto the blankets. She held me tight and kissed my neck and face as I slowly softened inside of her.

 

The sun shone on us as we collapsed, soaked with sweat and come. The slight breeze cooling us. She lay back, eyes closed and lips parted, legs trembling and her body twitching as my cum trickled our of her running down her lips and soaking her bunched up dress beneath her. We lay like that for a long time. She never tried to cover her nakedness, breasts exposed, legs still open, the flower of her cunt red, swollen, soaking in the sunshine.

 

We left without a word. There were no words to say, nothing that hadn't been said. Our fingers interlocked as we walked away together, the blanket under my arm. As we re-entered the world and the bubble which sealed our meadow dissolved, a family arrived noisily playing and shouting as they came.


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