everytime i see him

i catch my breath. he is beautiful but its the mix, the potency of his scent, the smoothness of his skin and just how soft his hair is. add to that the way he moves, the way he kisses, touches, god i can feel my pussy tingling.

he called a few weeks ago. he was on a stopover and wanted to know if i wanted to see him. good grief what did he think i was going to say?

we talk, a bit. he goes quiet and i rabbit. its nerves. the desire is so strong, i cant stop myself.

imagine a hot day you are looking at a pool brimming with azure water. do you stop and consider the shock of the cold, that you are still in street clothes or do you jump in and splash and laugh till your sides ache.

for ever i have been drawn to water. i used to fall into the local ponds, paddling pools, puddles, rivers so often that finally my mother left me standing on the back porch in my wet knickers and vest till i had dried off. worked for a while but i still find it hard to resist.

he is like the most enticing, reviving body of water i have ever clapped eyes on.

he ran his hand up my leg, under my skirt, bunching the material as he went. i stood still for as long as i could as wave after wave of luvste washed over me. we kissed and found ourselves in a mass of curling limbs.

i pulled him upstairs and we tumbled onto the bed. clothes were flung everywhere. his hands were everywhere. all our movements were big and so wonderfully passionate. he felt the wetness of my fanny, rubbed my clit between his fingers. i felt myself stretch as they slide in and i nearly fainted.

he pumped his hand and then his cock in and out. i wanted to feel his cock in my arse but had to pause. he's huge. he came in great globules of spunk that showered my skin. i ran my hands through it and licked him off me. he tasted gorgeous.

i came in rumble of emotion. my whole body shock and he held me as i blubbed big fat tears.

now we are both present - he whispered...