Watermelon Sugar

"I've never really squirted before".....words that left her lips the first time we spoke. Unbeknownst to me, this would become something about her that I crave. That "Watermelon sugar high" so to speak. It's something that really gets me off. Watching a sexy body in a state of intense ecstasy, yet with a face of absolute vulnerability. That OMFG look as her eyes are open so wide, glassy and focussed, her mouth open yet closed by the biting of her bottom lip, that period of time where she can't and doesn't want to stop the feelings of hopelessness and the inability to control her bodily functions, let alone her muscles. They contract and she shudders throughout her body releasing a moan of pure pleasure before needing a moment to collect herself. That sweet taste of her delicious nectar on my tastebuds, on my lips and face..... Yeah, that.

That very first time I was given an opportunity to play with this delicious, sexy woman by her loving and beautiful husband, of course I wanted to see if I could get her pussy to gush uncontrollably. She said she'd never really had it happen, so why wouldn't I try. Not too many women I have ever been with haven't been able to and I certainly know what I am doing, so surely I could get this gorgeous woman to a feeling she was yet to truly experience.

Hours of play and naughtiness had occured on our first rendezvous. Exploring new bodies, pushing new buttons, testing the boundaries. There was clearly a connection between all 3 of us that just made us want to be there and everything we were doing together were extremely pleasurable experiences. She and I however, just wow! What a sexual, mental and physical connection we have. I could feel her throughout the evening and I have no doubt that she could feel me. I had played with enough women to know that she was "ready". Her swollen clit, the wrinkling of the skin just inside her tight pussy. She was loaded and dangerous, she just needed to have the trigger pulled, so to speak. It certainly didn't take long before we needed a couple of towels. As she stood leaning against the pool table in a soft pink light, my fingers found their way inside her and in just the right way I began to "come hither" her. Looking in her eyes, kissing her tasty lips and my body pressed up against her, I picked up the pace a little and before I knew it I could hear her pussy change its tone. That sound of splashing as my fingers opened her and rubbed her. She gushed everywhere as her knees buckled. I held her up and leaned her back against the pool table a little more to hold her there and continued as she free flowed onto the painted concrete floor. Her juices running down her legs and dripping from my hand. The grunts and the moans as her body took over and released everything it had been holding on to oh so tightly. It was delicious.

Now, after months and months of intimate yet animalistic pleasures, its not a matter of can she..... it's more a matter of "will I drown" or "should we put a plastic sheet down". There's something about spending the time to figure a playmate out. Knowing how to trigger and gain some control over their reactive response. The joy that I get from the feeling of her on my lips and in my mouth everytime I tongue her tight opening, the gush of warm deliciousness that runs down my chin, neck and chest, the feeling of the release over my cock, cascading down my shaft onto my balls as they're slapping against her ass, as I fuck her in just the right way. The evidence of her "losing herself" over and over again, all over my face, the bed, the lounge......yum! I am in heaven and by the way her pussy is pulsing, I think she's in heaven too.