Sitting in the sun always makes me feel sleepy and sexy. It seems to be one of the only other ways, besides an intense sexual excursion, to feel that deep, radiant heat coursing through my body. Decked out in my typical messing around at home jean shorts and white cotton t-shirt, plus my sunglasses I sat cross legged on the sheet I had spread across the crisp, green lawn of thick bladed, newly mown, grass. I had procrastinated all day, trying to avoid studying, until the idea of catching some rays while being tortured by my Math studies popped into my head. The sun felt so good, like warm hands running gently over my skin, as I rolled the sleeves of my t-shirt up to allow the sun better access. I picked up my math book and as I did little slips of paper fell out into my lap. I am notorious for shoving all kinds of things into my books until the bindings are stretched and cracked. Looking at the odd shaped notes I realize that they are pictures. Pictures of a man I do not know. I notice the mesmerizing green eyes immediately in one of the photos, in another the strong yet soft hands with graceful, and I am sure, nimble fingers. Yet another I have saved, is his lean form in simple black and white. I am intrigued by his artistic creative expression not to mention his contrasting persona which this symbolizes to me.

The breeze blows gently and the pictures scatter across the lawn. I jump up to retrieve them. My firm full breasts bounce slightly as I return to my sheet plopping down in a less than graceful fashion. I begin to work my way through the expressions and rules that I must remember to pass my exit test. The sun beats down on me mercilessly but being a glutton for punishment, I love it. I can feel the heat extending it's fingers through the thin cotton of my shirt. I lean back on the palms of my hands which cause my breasts to jut forward in an attempt to feel the warmth caressing them. I think to my self that I wish I were brave enough to take my shirt off but know that my neighbors may object... or at least their wives may. I feel my nipples begin to tingle as the thick buds begin to protrude, pressing themselves against the softness of my shirt. I know that this day dreaming is not productive and I begin to pour through my book again looking for the place I left off. I run across still, more paper. This time it is many sheets that have been neatly stapled and folded up. I know instantly what they are. Stories, not just any stories, sexy stories of lust, desire, passion, of people and places I do not know. They are all written by the same man, the one full of contrasts. I have downloaded them to read in the car when I am alone, in between classes. I have them practically memorized by now, they have helped me pass the time. Initially I would flush and blush reading them, like a school girl. But then I began to relax, to accept that his written words and thoughts could cause me to feel need and longing. I unfolded the pages and begin reading knowing full well my studying is done as of now.

As I read, my mind pictures the male lead with his flashing green eyes. Somehow, regardless of which story I read, the female lead always has auburn hair and a nose ring...lol because he writes in a way that touches me personally. I can not help when I read the stories, to think he writes for me, to me, although I know that to be just more fantasy. When he describes a kiss I can almost hear the smack sounds as his lips leave mine and feel the tug as he pulls gently sucking my lips into his. I know what his hands feel like as they graze my skin, leaving electric sparks in a trail where they have been. At times I almost think I can smell him, and feel his warm dragon-like breath against the curls on the nape of my neck.

As often happens, I am only halfway through his story and I can feel the familiar tingle begin in my pussy. His stories always do this to me. The papers fall to the sun-warmed sheet as I stretch out onto my back closing my eyes. I picture him, and hear his words describing all of the things I desire. I can picture him reaching out to fondle my breasts and I reach up cupping them in my hands, allowing each finger to lightly brush against my thick nipples. They are so hard and I imagine him taking each one into his mouth sucking and nibbling them alternately as I pinch my nipples between my thumbs and the knuckle of my index fingers, rolling the solid buds gently.

The sun pounds down against my face and then the shade comes as it passes behind the clouds, this reminds me of his duality, both sunny and light as well as dark and sensual. My pussy aches with longing. I relax and dream of his hands trailing down my stomach slipping between my shorts and stomach down to where my panties begin. I hook one finger under the elastic at the top and rub under it across my stomach, from one hip to the other, before allowing my fingers to creep towards my freshly shaven mound. I imagine my fingers as his tongue, snaking and licking it's way between my smooth, puffy lips. My fingers flick past my clit, as I know his tongue would, sending shivers that extend all the way from the point of origin to my nipples. My fingers delicately rub and tease just avoiding the entrance to my pussy which is quickly becoming wet. I allow my fingers to dip slightly into the entrance to retrieve the wetness which will lubricate my fingers as I continue to play with myself dreaming, wishing, wanting it to be him. My eyes remain closed, partly because of the sun's intensity and partly to allow me to envision him there with me. My pussy is aching and wet, as I slip one finger then two gently into my tightness. I feel some relief and yet I continue to feel unfulfilled as I know my fingers can not take the place of his thick hard cock. My hand begins to glide between my pussy and clit in a rhythmic motion, back and forth, plunging into my wetness and then sliding it up to my extended clit. My pussy begins to tighten almost to the point of feeling like a muscle cramping. I know he would feel it encircling his pulsating cock. I reach to touch the topmost part of inside of my pussy and press hard against the wall where all the nerve endings are electrified. I can feel the spasms begin as my pussy clutches and releases against his shaft, my fingers. they are slow and intense at first working their way to becoming tiny shudders. My free hand is firmly grasping my breasts pinching and squeezing in much the same fashion I imagine his soft mouth and beautiful hands would. I feel the need to cry out as I come hard and fast in a sudden release that surprises me.

My eyes flutter open shocked momentarily buy the sun and I realize where I am at. I quickly shut my eyes and remove my hand from my breast. As I begin to pull my other hand from under my shorts my index finger brushes my clit one last time which sends little ripples once again through out my body. I casually roll over onto my stomach and peer around to see if anyone has observed my encounter. It seems as if I am safe. I pull my math book in front of me, replacing the papers inside it, prop myself up on my elbows and begin once again to try to accomplish something without thinking of him.


feedback

__________________

The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>
One man's dream is another man's nightmare~~~~> §¤ Lilith ¤§
~>My Scribbles<~
==>Gone Shopping<== ~Just a Quickie~ *~A Celebration Vacation~* ~Surprises~ Sleeping With the Window Open
What Did You Do Today? Self Defense Class ~Short Sweet Snippets~ § Summer Spin § Story Challenge Submission Pajamas

Im not sure i did anything today until i read this!!!
Excellent writing!

after watching a three girl porno, and then reading a few stories here, mycock is rock hard. need some relief. wish I had a girl for a blowjob.