By: BansheeMagee
There was a certain warmth in the Spring breeze that day that really stirred something in our souls. Maybe it was just the freedom of being hidden, and alone, among the shady mesquite trees overlooking the murky waters of Lake Ballinger. Maybe it was the heavy scent of the fresh wild flowers hanging in the air. Then again, maybe we were just horny.
I unhooked her bra with the swift speed of a Hollywood gunslinger. Her breasts were full, luscious, and inviting. Her slender body was tingling as she unfastened my belt and pants.
She slid my jeans off first, cupping her hands on the bulge in my boxers. I pulled her closer, her warm breath on the bare skin of my chest, and I hooked my fingers into her shorts and slipped them down to her ankles.
Her collar length brown hair fluttered magically in the West Texas breeze that came off the cool waters of the lake. We were parked on a high bluff, just at the entrance to a secluded cove that had cut itself into the arid cliche since the 1950s. Our mouths were locked in passion, our fingertips gliding softly…anxiously at each other’s remaining clothes.
We had a thing, her and I, that whomever got stripped down to their underwear first had to be the first one to go all the way nude. This time, it was me.
She wanted to do it for me. I guided her smooth hands to my waist, and locked lips with her as she slipped my briefs off. She moved her body towards my ankles, along with my boxers.
Her hands were soft, cuffing my shaven testicles, and sliding her lips gently over the head of my erection. I looked down at her, taking a mental note of the softness of her bare spine, her firm buttocks barely containing themselves under her green panties. Her dark brown eyes glistening in the late afternoon sun, looking up at me as she stroked my manhood with the soft touches of her pink lips.
She knew what I liked, and exactly how I liked it. Slow at first, then increasingly faster, stopping just once to run her tongue around the head of my dick before going slow again. Damn, I fucking loved that about her!
She stood up, pressing her tits against my chest. Her hand stroked my penis as I slid her green panties from her firm legs. The cool breath of the wind just made it all feel better.
We switched positions, and now it was her back against the side of my truck. The soft tips of her hair tickled the side of my face as we started kissing even more passionately…even more deeply. She knew what was coming next.
“You’re going to fuck me really good, aren’t you?” She said with a crooked grin and put her arms over my shoulders.
“You better fucking believe it, baby.” I told her and lifted her up to my dick. She threw her legs tightly around me, held me close…ensuring that I was so deep into her that she could feel every pulse of my lust for her.
We fucked hard that day. Every thrust into her made her moan, and I’m pretty sure I’ve still got the faint traces of her fingernails etched into my back from that day. Like scars of the memories that burn in my mind.
When she exhaled that loud draw of breath that every guy loves to hear, it was the finest sound that I had ever heard. We finished not long after that, and as we leaned against each other smiling, we heard a hollow sound like water crashing against the metal hull of a boat.
We both looked towards the cove behind us, and I suppose I should’ve covered her body more than I did, but there in a little green boat was an old man. He had the biggest grin across his face that I had ever seen, and he just waved up towards us as he cranked up his motor and started driving away.
We laughed, smiled back…and we just waved.
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