A Wayward Angel's way Pt. 1

We pull into the park at the beach, there’s no-one around, like I knew there wouldn’t be and I finally have you all to myself….Holy crap!! You turn to look at me, somewhat expectant; well this was my idea after all….now what do I do? You seem as tightly wound as I am. I wonder what you’ll do if I touch you? Can I keep control of myself and not just drag you into the backseat of the car and tear all your clothes off and have my wicked way with you? Too scary for me to think about ….. let alone what it’d be like for you!! Let’s explore option B. I offer up a silent prayer to the Gods, “Please don’t let me blow it.”

I turn and face you and wonder what you’re thinking. I ask, “Can I touch you?” You break into a smile and nod your head, your eyes watching my every move. I reach out my left hand and touch your check, slowly tracing my fingertips down your jawline across your lips and down your neck. (“Get a grip,” I warn myself, “slowly does it.”)

“Would you like to kiss me?” You coyly reply, “Maybe” and smile back at me mischieviously. Aaaah a giveaway, you’re bursting at the seams too. I get out of the car and walk around to the driver’s side and open the door. You look a little confused so I smile and say, “You have to meet me halfway, you either want to kiss me or you don’t. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.”

You take my hand and get out, close the door and pull me towards you as you lean back against the car. You lower your face to mine and our lips meet. (mmm a rush of warm heat between my legs…..”stay cool.”) The kiss deepens and we explore each others lips, my hands start to caress your body over your clothes. A mental picture of ripping them off you and throwing you to the ground again springs to mind. (“Grrr…stay in control.”) I want to take you slowly and make this moment last….I know that much.

I pull my lips away from yours and look at you, you’re breathing heavier and watching me still, those eyes of yours, soft and gentle but burning with curiosity and something else I can’t put my finger on. Something intense….are you on fire too?

I kiss you again, slower, deeper, tasting your mouth and savouring the touch of your tongue against mine; your lips as you respond to me. My hands go to your shirt buttons and start undoing them, when I’ve freed the last one I push the shirt back on your shoulders, my hands gliding over your body, your nipples and I playfully squeeze your arse and lean into you, our bodies pressed closer. I break the kiss and trace your jaw line and neck with my mouth; your hands are moving all over my body and come to rest on my shoulders. You push the straps of my dress off my shoulders and slowly drop the material to sit barely above my nipples; the material slips further down to expose my breasts completely and settles at my hips. You look at me, my breasts round, full and soft; my nipples hard and erect begging for your mouth. You cup them and rub both nipples with your thumbs, I didn’t think they could get any harder but they did and another rush of warm heat gushes between my thighs. You moaned softly then lowered your head to take first one, then the other nipple in your mouth, licking and biting them and exploring the fullness and weight of my breasts with your hands. I can feel the sun on my naked flesh, its warmth and the sound of the ocean nearby but it’s nothing to the heat of your mouth on my body or the roar of my blood in my ears as I struggle to maintain some control over my body’s response. I step back, breathing harder trying not to show you just how much you’re turning me on. You know what you’re doing to me and you’re enjoying it……NO FAIR!!!

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady myself. You seem pleased with yourself, standing there watching me battle with my damn body when every nerve in me is screaming, “FUCK HIM!”

“You look beautiful like that.” you say. Yep, sudden attack of self-consciousness as I stand there, dress around my waist, tits screaming for more, suddenly wishing I had my 20 year old body and not this one. Too late to run now…

I look you up and down too and it’s reassuring to see that I’m not the only one aroused. The growing bulge in your shorts gives away that you’re not as calm as you want to make out. You reach out to me and run your hand down my breast to the top of the dress at my waist and pull me back to you. As you kiss me I move my hand up and down your length, feeling you strain against the material and swelling more.

I bow my head and take your nipple into my mouth, gently pinning it between my teeth working it with my tongue while I pinch the other between my fingers; all the time rubbing you and feeling you grow. I continue my way down, licking and biting, feeling you quiver and tense. I’m on my knees before you and place my mouth against your hard, still restrained cock, my hands running up and down your legs and rubbing your tight balls beneath the material. You look down at me as I slide your pants and undies to the ground. It feels like Christmas unwrapping you and I am anything BUT disappointed.

Shall I continue?