Sex with Sarah in Seattle

My time in St. Paul with Sarah is a warm and happy memory when I send her a note telling her how badly I want to see her again.  On so many nights I ease myself to sleep with her on my mind.  I can picture so clearly the shape and color of her eyes; I can taste and feel her lips and mouth, the skin of her cheeks, the way our noses touched.  I remember the feel of her breasts in my hands and on my tongue, the smell of her hair and the taste of her pussy.  I think of how it felt to be inside her, insider her mouth.

 

Remembering the time we spent together makes me excited.  I recall our excitement as we kissed or stroked or fucked.  Lying alone in bed, thinking of Sarah, I’ve jacked off many times.  In my note I tell her as much and that I want the dreams I have as I drop off to sleep to be real again.  She writes back to me.  She says she wants to see me and asks when I’ll be back.  I look at my travel plans and tell her there are no plans for me to be back in St. Paul at the moment.

 

She asks me where I will be and I tell her what’s coming up over the next few months: New York, San Francisco, Dallas, Seattle and Chicago.  She tells me she has an aunt in Seattle that she ought to visit.  I feel my dick stiffening at the prospect of meeting her there.  We begin to plot our reunion.

 

Our trip isn’t for weeks – which is no good.  The only benefit is that the extra time allows us to arrange things around my conference.  Our time in St. Paul was spent in a generic business hotel.  It was lovely to be with Sarah but I want this time to be lovely and then some.  I’ve looked for hotels with a little something extra and came across the Inn at Harbor Steps.  What I liked about it is the fact that every room has a fireplace.

 

Sarah will be arriving before me but I’ve arranged for a key to be waiting for her so she can get into the room.  My flight won’t be in until the evening.  As time crawls by we amuse one another with long emails describing what we want to do – reading these sets my mind spinning.  I can’t wait to be with her again.

 

My flight isn’t until 5:00 and I won’t be arriving until 10:30.  The weeks have turned into days, the days to hours and the hours to minutes.  I am in a taxi on my way to the hotel.  Every stoplight and slow driver drives me crazy as the cab makes its slow way through Seattle’s rainy streets.  The cab pulls up in front of the hotel.  It’s almost 11:00.  I’m tired but so excited that even the politeness of the woman at the front desk is irritating to me.

 

I am in the elevator.  My heart is pounding.  It stops and the doors open.  I step out and walk down the hall.  My hands sweating.  I slide the key into the lock.  The green light on the door blinks on and I turn the handle.  I step into the room.  Sarah is sitting on the floor, a big down comforter wrapped around her.  She is sitting in front of the fire.  Her smile makes me come alive.  I drop my bags and rush to her.  She stands to greet me.  The comforter falls to the floor.  She is naked.

 

Our arms are around each other.  Our lips our together.  Her body and mouth are warm.  My pulse is pounding.  We drop to the floor.  We both work fast to undress me.  Buttons fly.  In seconds I am naked with her.  Our bodies touching is electric.  Every nerve is aching for a chance to feel her skin close.  My dick is bobbing happily, brushing against her as we lay on the comforter in front of the fire.

 

I want to touch every inch of Sarah.  I want my lips to feel every part of her.  I want her lips and tongue to be everywhere on my.  Our excitement makes us clumsy – trying to do so much so fast.  I am breathless. I am on top of her, she is on top of me, we are side-by-side.  We don’t know where to begin.  Finally I stop myself and pull away.  “Wait,” I say, “I just want to look at you for a second.”  She smiles.  “I could fuck you to pieces right now,” I tell her, “but I want to make this last, OK?”  “Me too,” says Sarah.

 

I am sitting cross-legged on the floor and she snuggles her ass into my lap.  I can feel the wet of her pussy on my leg.  We take a breath and begin to kiss again.  More slowly now.  My tongue follows the shape of her lips.  Hers pushes against it and our tongues twist together.  My hand is on her cheek.  Her hands hold my head firmly as her tongue goes into my mouth.  I slowly lean her onto the soft comforter and move my mouth around her face.  She smiles as I kiss her cheeks and nose and eyelids.

 

Her hand is in her lap as I kiss her neck and throat.  Her hand moves faster as I kiss and suck at her breasts.  They’re so big and round and firm and tight.  Not now, but soon, I am going to fuck her tits.  There’s no way around it.  They’re perfect.  She slides her fingers in and out of her pussy.  She traces around her nipples with her wet fingers.  I lick the wet from them and tell her how badly I’ve missed that taste.  She sighs.

 

I slide out from under her for a second and get some pillows from the bed.  I lie down and rest my head on one.  “I want to kiss you,” I say, “go on top of me.”  “I want to kiss you too,” says Sarah and she turns her body and puts a knee on either side of my head.  In the flickering light of the fire I can see the soft hair around her pussy glowing, the darker edges of her lips and the pink inside her.  I loop my arms between her thighs and around her ass.  As I pull her toward me I feel her mouth sliding over my dick.  I moan.  It feels good.

 

Sarah lowers herself against my mouth.  I spread her open.  Her pussy is so pink and wet.  I begin to kiss it.  Not her clit – not yet – I kiss around the edges of her pussy itself.  Running my tongue along the sides, dipping it into her to have a taste.  She is licking me now, kissing and licking around the edge of my head.  I could do this all night but I don’t think either of us will last that long.

 

I reach up with my tongue and lick around her asshole.  Her body tenses up for a moment as I push against it with the tip of my tongue.  I kiss and lick my way back down the length of her pussy, finally coming to her clips.  I begin to kiss it with my lips – small closed mouth pecks.  Sarah’s legs are trembling as I begin to rub her clit with my tongue.  She is taking me all the way into her mouth now, bobbing her head and sucking and squeezing my balls.  Her pussy is glistening as I slide a finger into it.

 

She begins to jerk her body faster against my face.  My left arm is around her hips, pulling her against me.  Sarah’s knees slide back and her weight is pressed against my mouth.  Her hips and ass are pounding up and down against my face.  Two fingers of my right hand are insider her.  Her rocking hips and pressing her tight against my face making it hard for me to breathe.  I don’t care.  I am flicking her clit as fast and hard as I can now, sliding my fingers in and out of her as fast and hard as I can, rubbing the inside of her every way I can think of.

 

Sarah is moaning around my cock.  I’m lifting my hips to get it deeper into her mouth.  Her pussy is really flowing now and rather than pounding against me she is just grinding herself against me face.  She stops sucking and begins breathing hard through her nose.  Her thighs lock around my head and her pussy trembles against my face.  I can feel her squeezing against my fingers as she begins to cum.  I pull my fingers out of her, put my hand on her hips and lift her off me.  “I want to cum with you,” I tell her.

 

She swings her body around, her legs straddle my hips.  In a moment I am inside her wet and swollen pussy.  She leans forward over me, her breast rubbing against my chest, her dark hair falling and forming a curtain around our faces.  She leans over me and we kiss as our bodies move together.  She is cumming and making tiny squeals as we screw.  I am getting closer to cumming myself.

 

I kiss down her throat and she leans up letting me at her breasts.  I let them sway against my beard.  I push up hard, she pushes down hard.  I’m groaning, she’s gasping.  Soon, I begin pumping cum up into her body.  She collapses onto me, her arms around my head.  My arms are around her back.  We stay together like this, enjoying the sensations of our own and each other’s orgasms and our bodies.

 

Still connected, we roll to one side.  I pull the comforter over us and we stay in each other’s arms and sleep.  As I drift off, I think of Sarah again, not as some remote fantasy but as a wonderful flesh and blood person here in my arms.

Sex in a restaurant bathroom

It’s busy tonight.  Most of our tables are full.  My section is totally full.  I love it for the tips but hate it for how busy it gets.  A girl and a guy are seated.  I’ll be honest, one of the things I like about my job is that I can stare – totally unabashedly – at women.  I can tell them they look good, examine them carefully with my eyes, imagining the whole time what it would be like to be with them.

 

Try doing that yourself.  Try staring intently into a strangers face.  Try nodding and smiling while you consider every detail of their eyes and nose and lips and hair and skin and teeth.  In most cases you will be slapped or arrested.  In my case, it is considered to be attentive and gets me more money.  Sometimes I love my life.

 

This couple sits.  I will be honest, men are vague shadows to me, I see them but they don’t really register.  It is the women I am interested in and the woman that sits now is exceptional.  She is probably 26 years old.  Her hair is a golden color, long over her shoulders and down her back.  Her face is pretty – high cheeks, nice lips and amazing eyes.  In the light, I can’t see the color but I can see they are big and bold and beautiful.

 

Her body is something.  Her tits mean business, bursting out the top of her shirt.  They’re big and as I watch them move as she shifts in her chair I wonder how it would be to have my dick between them.   I imagine it would be great.  Her black shirt, with its deep v-neck and long sleeves, clings to her body.  She has on a short gray skirt and expensive looking black heels.  She’s wearing black tights and as she sat I thought I could see a flash of white thigh at the top.

 

When they are settled, I walk to their table for drinks.  Smiling, I welcome them, describe the specials and take their drink orders.  In my mind, she is on her knees with my dick in her mouth.  I smile to myself as I think about it and feel my dick getting hard.

 

Throughout their meal, my eyes are all over her.  I want to see what she’s wearing under her skirt.  I want to feel the warm skin of her thighs and run my fingertips along her pussy lips.  I want to feel and taste her mouth with mine.  I imagine what it would be like to bring one of her big tits to my mouth, to feel her nipple getting hard against my tongue.

 

All night I am there, checking in with them, making sure everything is alright.  When I lean over pour some wide, I rest my hand on her back.  I can feel her press back gently against my hand.  Toward the end of the meal, her date excuses himself.  I am at the table in a heart beat and lean close to her ear.

 

“I’ve been thinking about you since you walked in,” I tell her, “and I want to be inside you.”  I can see her skin flushing, red spreading across her chest, up her throat and to her cheeks.  I press myself into her back and she presses back against me.  “Meet me in the ladies room in five minutes.”  Her date is walking back.  She nods but says nothing.

 

I ask if they would like to see a desert menu.  She says yes and I walk off to get them.  I bring them to the table and step away.  I watch her chatting with her date, totally distracted, and checking the time on her phone every few seconds.  Time seems to have stopped and my heart is pounding as I wait.  Finally, she takes the napkin from her lap, folds it carefully, and excuses herself.

 

In a flash I am behind her, following her into the bathroom.  She walks straight into the furthest stall and I join her, closing the door behind us.  Without any words, we are in each other’s arms, our lips together, the sweet subtle taste of her lipstick in my mouth.  My hands are on her waist.  It’s slender and flares into her full round hips and ass.

 

I slide my hands under her skirt and feel the cool skin of her ass.  It fills my hands as I squeeze and knead it.  Our tongues meet and touch.  In the light of the stall I see her eyes are light green and beautiful.  My hands on her hips again, I turn her to face away from me.  “Bend over,” I whisper.  I lift her skirt, exposing the white skin of her ass.

 

She’s wearing a thin black thong and black thigh high stockings.  Her ass is so fucking inviting.  I pull her thong to one side.  Her pussy is bare and there’s a hint of wet on the edge of her lips.  I run my fingers along her pussy, spreading it open and sliding one than two fingers into her.  She is pushing herself back against my hand.  My dick is ready to rip through my pants if I don’t do something soon.

 

Her fingers are between her legs, fluttering on her clit, as I undo my pants and pull out my dick.  I rub it up and down along her, spreading her again with my fingers.  I push my head against the her opening and begin to slide myself inside.  Just as I begin to go into her, the door opens and someone walks in.  For a second we both freeze.  Neither of us can wait though and soon I slide all of the way into her.

 

She sighs as I do.  Her pussy is warm, wet and tight.  It holds me as I slide in and out of her, softly and slowly at first – trying to stay quiet.  We begin to fuck harder though, unable to control ourselves.  She groans then gasps as I push deep into her hard.  The toilet nearby flushes.  The other woman’s shoes tap on the floor as she walks to the sink.  Her steps are hesitant as she registers the soft sounds from our stall.

 

My hands are around her hips and waist pulling and pushing her on my cock.  It’s so deep inside her, so wrapped in the warm skin of her, so wet with her.  The sink runs and stops, slow footsteps make their way to the door and we hear it bang shut.  All abandon is gone now and we fuck fast and deep and hard.  She puts one foot on the edge of the toilet, spreading herself wider for me.

 

We both realize we don’t have forever and I push myself as deep into her as I can reach.  I reach around her body and squeeze her tits.  We are both panting and I slide in and out of her faster and faster.  She is pressing against me as well.  Soon, I can’t hold back, I tell her I am going to cum.  She tells me to cum inside her.  With just a few more thrusts, I feel the cum flowing out of me and into her.  She makes a little yelp as I cum.  

 

For a few seconds, we both stay still.  She pulls way from me and turns around, pulling her thong back into place as she does.  I reach around her and smooth down the back of her skirt.  She reaches up and takes my face in her hands and kisses me again, hard, rubbing her lips across mine.  My dick is still out, pressed against the front of her skirt.  My arms are around her, holding her tight as we kiss.

 

We pull apart.  I put myself away.  We step out of the stall and I straighten myself out in the mirror.  A trace of her lipstick is on my mouth.  I decide to leave it alone.  She dabs her mouth and applies fresh lipstick.  She walks out of the bathroom first.  As she does, I see a faint dribble of cum running down the inside of her thigh. 

 

I follow a few moments after.  I went to their table.  “Have you decided on deserts,” I ask, looking straight and intently into her eyes.  She eyes the menu and says she needs more time.  I ask her date.  He looks at her and smiles.  “Nothing,” he says.  He smirks at her and says, “we’ll have desert at home.”  She smiles, her lips tight as she looks at me with a twinkle in her eye.

 

Soon, he pays the bill and the get up and leave.  I see a wet spot on her chair and I quickly wipe it with a napkin.  I also see her bag on the floor.  A moment later she comes back to the table, retrieves her bag and kisses me softly on the cheek.  “Be sure to come again,” I tell her.  She turns, walks out, turns back, blows me one more kiss and then leaves.

 

Surprise fuck with Sarah

 

At first the sound is part of my dream.  A quiet rapping.  The sound gets stronger though and soon it’s loud enough to wake me up.  The room is dark.  Lights from the street filter up through the curtains of my room.  The sound is someone knocking on my door.  I look at the clock: 2:56.  

 

I get out of bed and search for a robe, making my way to the door.  Who would be banging on a hotel door at 3:00 in the morning?  It’s probably some poor drunk bastard who can’t find his key and forgot his room number.  Probably stayed in the room at another hotel in another city and they’ve all just blended together.

 

Looking through the peephole I see Sarah.  Blood flows to my dick.

 

I unlock the door to let her in.  “I thought you’d left,” I say as she comes into the room.  “I thought so too,” she says, “but things change.”  I close and lock the door.  Sarah is wearing a black tank top, black jeans and boots.  She’s wearing a brown belted leather jacket.  I let me robe fall open.  My dick is hard.

 

We step together into each others arms.  Our lips are together, pressing and sliding.  The hair around my mouth tickles Sarah’s lips and face and she laughs a little.  Soon her tongue is pressed into my mouth.  It’s warm and has a life of its own as it pushes around.  I slide her jacket off, letting it fall to the floor behind her.

 

She reaches down and strokes my dick once or twice and begins to lower herself to the floor.  “No,” I say, lifting her up, “I don’t just want another blow job.  Come to bed.”  I lead Sarah to the bed and help her undress.  I scoot behind her on the bed and lift her tank top over her head.  I lean against her, pressing my chest against her warm smooth back and whisper in her ear.

 

I tell her how badly I want to fuck her, to be deep insider her.  To feel the walls of her pussy holding me tight.  To have her thighs around my sides.  To have her breasts in my mouth, rising and falling as she breathes and we screw.  As I tell Sarah these things, I can feel her breath change as she gets excited.

 

I push her hair to the side and kiss down her neck – small soft kisses, kisses I would love to cover her entire body with.  She presses back against me and arches back her neck.  My tongue finds that small spot she has told me about and I can feel her body tighten as I play with it with my mouth.  She gasps.

 

Sarah reaches back between us and undoes her bra.  I help slide it off, cupping her breasts in my hands.  “Let me see you suck your nipple,” I say, and Sarah lifts a breast to her mouth.  “This isn’t easy,” she tells me, as she stretches her tongue toward her round, pink hard nipple.  I kneel higher, my dick pressed against her back, and lean over her shoulder.

 

My tongue touches hers and we lick her nipple together.  The idea and sensation are stunning.  I want Sarah so badly I can barely stand it.  I tell her this and she drops her hands to undo her pants.  I am still holding her breasts, rolling her nipples in my fingers, kissing her cheek and listening to her breathe.

 

She hops up, just enough, to slide her pants down past the edge of the bed.  Immediately her hands drop to her lap and she rubs herself.  “I’m so wet,” she says, pulling her fingers out to show me.  I reach for her wrist and pull her hand to my mouth.  I suck her wet from her fingers.  I love the taste.

 

I whisper in her ear that I want to kiss her pussy.  Sarah leans back against me and pivots on the bed, pushing her pants off as she lies down.  In the light of the street, laying there naked and excited and ready, she is a wonder to me.  Her skin is pale and a blend of light and shadow.  Her breasts are big and soft and smooth, with small tight nipples.

 

Her head is back, her eyes half closed and her lips – her beautiful lips – a slightly parted, her breath passing gently through them.  I lean over her and kiss her mouth.  I could kiss her forever.  Her hands are between her legs, rubbing and pressing.  I move down her body, letting the hair of my beard brush her throat, between her breasts and across her stomach as I make my way down to her pussy.

 

Sarah holds it open for me.  In the dim light, her pale skin and dark hair create a contrast around her pink pussy.  I start kissing along her left lip – barely letting my mouth touch her.  She twists on the bed – I lick along between her lips, softly sucking her wet.  She moans a little and then giggles when my tongue touches her on the side of her clit.

 

She is lifting her hips to my mouth and is fumbling with her bag, looking for something.  I hear the faint hum of a vibrator get louder as she moves it to her clit.  “Do you mind?,” she asks.  I don’t mind at all.  I swirl my tongue around her clit as she does the same with her vibrator.  Two fingers are in her keeping rhythm with the way she is moving her body.

 

We do this for what feels like ages.  I love having my mouth pasted against a woman and seeing and feeling her excitement grow.  Sarah is groaning and flicking her hips and pussy against my face.  One hand is rolling the vibrator and the other is pushing my face into her.  Her wet is covering my beard and lips.

 

Suddenly, her movement and breathing change.  They’re no longer soft and fluid, both are hard and sudden.  She tells me she is going to cum.  She says – somewhere between a bark and a whisper – she wants me inside her.  My dick is hard and ready.  I move up her body, stopping to kiss her breasts.  She says “no” and pulls me to her face.  

 

One of her hands is sliding me into her while the other keeps the vibrator on her clit.  Her mouth is pressed onto my face, sucking her wetness off me.  I stroke hard a few times – it pushes Sarah up the bed.  I brace my hands on the wall over the bed and push hard again.  Then I slow down.

 

I hold Sarah’s head in my hands and kiss her face.  I pull out until just my head is resting in the opening of her pussy.  I start to slide it deep into her as slowly as we can both stand.  Her voice is just a long low grown, punctuated by grunts as I push in harder from time to time.  I am kissing her ear.  Telling her I am ready to cum and that I am going to cum deep inside her.

 

Sarah spreads her legs further, spreading her pussy wide open under me.  She tells me to do it hard now.  Her hands are on her calves pulling them apart and toward her.  I fuck her as hard as I can.  Only a few strokes like this and I cum.  I can feel her hot pussy squeezing and getting wetter and warmer with my cum.

 

A tired, satisfied smile spreads across Sarah’s face.  I suck at her lips and brush her cheeks and forehead with my hand.  Her arms wrap around me and hold me close.  “There’s no place else I would rather be in the world,” she whispers under me.  I tell her I feel the same and we kiss again and again.

Imagining you masturbating

I woke up early today – before 5:00.  I’d make love last night – it was fast and fun and hard and satisfying; fueled, in part, by the excitement generated by writing for you yesterday.  Lying there in the dark, staring up at the blank white ceiling above me, I imagine you at your computer reading what I wrote.

 

I imagine your excitement slowly building as you read my words – your eyes slowly scanning across the screen as I describe our imagined meeting.  I picture you scrolling down the page, chewing your lovely lips – and beginning to feel wet between your legs.  What happens as your excitement builds?  I can only imagine.

 

I picture you breath growing soft and shallow, you left hand brushing your breast as it drops between you legs.  You absently touch yourself – lightly at first but then with more pressure and a growing purpose and urgency.  When you finish reading, I imagine you smiling, sitting back and spreading your legs.

 

Excited now and wanting to cum, I see you walking – tall and lovely – into the bathroom and starting the shower.  Imagining this – you there naked in the warm water with your hand between your legs – makes me excited and hard.  I reach between my own legs and stroke myself.

 

In my imagination I watch you masturbate.  Lifting one foot to the edge of the tub to spread yourself – alternately rubbing your clit and sliding your fingers inside.  I picture the water running through your hair and over your shoulders and back and you lean forward.

 

Now I imagine you getting down onto the floor of the tub, the water splashing on you round white breasts and stomach, you legs splayed, your fingers rubbing, the water washing over you.  I continue to rub myself – breathing harder there in the dark – imagining I am standing there in the bathroom watching you.

 

My excitement is matching yours.  As you get closer to an orgasm you laugh as though you’re being tickled (who says we can’t tickle ourselves) and a smile spreads across your face as you cum.  Your chest trembles and your toes stretch and spread.

 

I imagine being there too, cumming there with you, streams of cum arching in the air and landing on your body.  On your breasts and face and thighs and stomach.  The warm water of the shower continues splashing down on you, washing away my cum; but not your beautiful smile.

Kissing for hours in a garden outside Verona

 

The ride to Verona was wonderful.  As you know, fucking you like that had been a fantasy for me for a while; and to have had the chance to do it with you on our ride from Florence – what could have been better?  And your telling of our first fuck in Verona – after visiting the statue of Juliet – was wonderful.  Being there in your arms (and legs) was magic.  But now you want to hear about the two of us in the garden and so I will try not to disappoint you.

 

We have no car, and so, like many Italians, we rent a scooter to explore the countryside.  The morning is warm and bright.  You are beautiful.  You’re wearing simple sandals today and your feet and toes look delicious in them.  You are wearing a skirt, black, that comes to the middle of your thighs.  Your top is just a grey t-shirt – nice and tight – that shows your breasts well.

 

Your arms are around my waist as and I can feel you knees squeezing me.  We don’t know where we’re going but don’t really care.  As we make our way out of the city, your hands are in my lap, pressing my dick – which is starting to get hard.  I feel your lips on my neck.  It’s terrific.  I love times like this with you – free, moving and aching to fuck.

 

The further we get from the city the greener the world becomes.  We stop to walk and to buy some lunch.  Your eyes are reflecting the green all around us – they look beautiful.  We kiss.  Our bodies close, I touch your breast.  You whisper in my ear that you love it when I touch you and you kiss me.  We buy some wine and cheese and bread for the road and head into the hills north of the city.

 

The road becomes as series of narrow switchbacks as we climb.  Your arms are tight around me.  We pass fields and forrest and farms.  As we get higher, houses become sparse.  Near the top of the hill we pass the ruin of a farmhouse.  You ask me to stop.  We pull in to what was once the drive I suppose.  The house was made of stone but much of it has collapsed.  

 

A tall wall – collapsed in many places itself – encloses what had been the garden.  You take my hand and I lead you over the rubble into the garden.  Although it hasn’t been tended in years, there are still flowers blooming – and patches of soft green growth, shaded by tall trees.  “It reminds me of ‘The Secret Garden’,” you say.  I only nod in wonder as we stroll about this relic from the past – a garden, left to it’s own devices – but still giving a hint of what it was once.

 

You sit beneath a tree and smile up at me.  “Isn’t this perfect?,” you ask.  “Yes, it is,” I say, sitting beside you and pulling you close to me.  We kiss – long and wet – out tongues together.  You pull your mouth away for a moment.  “Nuri,” you say, “there’s something I’d really love you to do for me.”  I lean down, propping my head on my right hand, elbow on the ground.  “What’s that?” I ask.  You tell me you want some wine.  I get up and go back to the scooter for our bag.  When I come back, you are sitting naked under the tree.

 

“C’mon Nuri, get undressed.”  There’s no one around and we haven’t seen anyone since we started going up the hill – and certainly neither of us are shy – so I put the bag down and strip off my clothes.  I sit beside you.  You laugh.  “It’s funny to be just sitting here, like this,” you say, “naked, in the middle of some abandoned garden here in Italy.  How did we end up here again?”  “I have no idea,” I tell you and I reach for the wine.  We realize we have no opener or glasses.  I push the cork into the bottle, take a sip and pass it to you.

 

The wine splashes out of the bottle as you tip it to your lips and now red wine is running down your body.  “Shit,” you say, but then you realize it really doesn’t matter and drink some wine.  I lean toward you and follow the tiny trickle of spilled wine up your body with my tongue.  I start on your stomach and move up between your breasts.  You tell me how good my tongue and lips feel on your body.  I kiss your chest – small kisses – across the top.

 

The sun is filtered through the bright green leaves high above us, bright flowers are all around us, the air is warm and alive.  “Mmmm, Nuri, I love your mouth on me, I want to feel your mouth all over me – would you do that?  Would you kiss me everywhere”  I look into your eyes and tell you how beautiful you are.  “There’s nothing I would rather do,” I say, leaning in to kiss your mouth.  Your tongue meets mine and your eyes close.

 

You are in my arms, our skin is magic when it touches.  We lower ourselves to the ground.  I sit up at your side and stroke you hair.  You smile at me.  Sun dapples your body.  I lean over and kiss your forehead.  My kisses are small and soft and spread across your face from temple to temple.  My kisses cross your cheeks and your nose; my lips massage your eyelids.

 

You sigh as my mouth moves to your right ear.  I kiss behind it and around it – my tongue traces its shape.  Focusing on your body in such detail is making me so excited.  I kiss from your ear down along your jaw – stopping at your chin to give it a little lick and suck – you giggle.  I move to your left ear and give your lobe a little bite.  “I want to kiss your mouth some more,” I say as I press my lips to yours.  

 

Ruby, kissing you is the best.  I could spend hours with my mouth on yours – feeling your breath on my cheek; tasting your mouth, knowing that our spit is mixing and swirling between us.  Reluctantly, I take my lips from yours; but I don’t stop kissing you.  I kiss your lips – not together but each one individually.  I kiss across your top lip and kiss the corner of your mouth.  I run my tongue across your lower lip – it’s so soft and full.

 

I sit up and cradle your head in my arms.  I kiss your hair.  It smells good.  I peek down at your face – I can see you looking up at me.  I’ve been kissing your face and hair for ages it seems – but I could kiss you forever Ruby.  “I need a drink,” I say, and reach for our wine, taking a draw.  Your head rests on the grass.  “Where will you kiss me next Nuri?,” you ask, running your hands up your body.

 

Your throat,” I say, as I begin kissing it.  “It’s so long and graceful.  Ruby, I fucking love your neck.”  You push your head back, raising your throat for me to kiss it.  I run my tongue down the length of it on the left side.  You sigh again then giggle, “Nuri, your beard tickles.”  I nuzzle you and make you laugh out loud. As I move my mouth around your neck, I brush your nipples with the fingers of my right hand.  I feel them tightening.  I love being able to excite you.

 

I squeeze you left breast, kneading it.  It feels so firm and full and warm.  I kiss your shoulder.  I kiss along from your shoulder to your throat.  I lean over you and kiss along to your left shoulder.  Your arms come around my shoulders and pull me to your body.  I press my face into your left armpit.  You laugh again and squirm.  Your arms press against your body to protect yourself.  I won’t thwarted though – I pry your left arm from your side with my nose and mouth and kiss along the inside of your arm from your armpit to your wrist.  You beat the ground with your heels.  “Oh shit Nuri, that fucking tickles.”

 

I begin kissing your left hand.  “Is this better?,” I ask, kissing your palm.  “Mmm hmmm,” you say, as I move my tongue between your fingers and begin sucking them one at a time.  I move my head to your soft stomach.  I kiss and lick it all across and up and down.  I lick around the bottom of your left breast.  I kiss around and around it, kissing and licking my way to your hard pink nipple.  My hand is on your right breast.  I move my mouth to it and suck and chew gently on your nipple.

 

Your nipple is on my tongue and I am pulling it into my mouth – I am pulling as much as your breast as I can into my mouth.  Your skin is slick and smooth as I move my mouth against it.  As much as I am loving kissing you like this, I can’t wait to fuck you.  Avoiding your right armpit, I your arm and the inside of your elbow and then your hand.  Your hand has drifted between your legs.

 

Turn over,” I say, “I want to kiss your back and ass now.”  Your roll over.  My knees are on either side of your ass.  I lean against you and begin to kiss the back of your neck.  I whisper in your ear as I nuzzle your head, “Ruby, being with you means everything to me.”  I kiss you across the back of you shoulders.  I kiss and lick down your spine.  My mouth slides across the bottom of your back and onto your ass.  Though the day is warm, your ass is nice and cool.

 

I move my mouth between your cheeks and drag my tongue toward your asshole and poke it softly.  I can feel your muscles clenching.  I push my tongue against it more.  You spread your legs for me.  I kiss from your ass around to the inside of your thighs near your pussy, that “little hollow” and begin kissing there.  It tickles you and you slam your legs together, squashing my face between your thighs.  I kiss the back of your left thigh and kiss around and around it as I move toward your knee.  “Don’t even think about it,” you say; and so I kiss down you calf and onto your ankle.

 

Your sole is pink and wrinkled.  I lick the length of your foot with my wide wet tongue.  I lift your foot and kiss your toes, putting them all into my mouth.  I see you grinding your pussy against your hand and I want to kiss you there – but not yet.  I fall onto your right leg and kiss and lick it from toes to ass.  As I move my mouth up the inside of your right thigh, you begin bucking.  “Roll over.”  You do.  I begin rubbing your thighs and kissing them.  I kiss your knees and then down to your feet; but all the time I am thinking about your pussy.

 

I can’t wait any more.  I’ve kissed virtually every inch of you.  My lips or tongue have touched you everywhere.  I lift and spread your legs, exposing and opening your pussy.  My mouth, which knows you, wants to taste you badly.  My head slides down toward your pussy.  Your fingers are rubbing your clit.  I watch, my mouth watering for you.  I slip my fingers into you and begin kissing your clit.  

 

It’s as if all the excitement that’s been building in both of us is bursting out at once.  I am attacking your pussy with my face – licking, kissing, sucking, wanting more.  You are lifting yourself into my face – bouncing it against me – almost cooing as we work you toward an orgasm.  I rub you inside, I lick you outside.  You sandwich my head – thighs pressing against my ears, your hips pressing against my mouth, your hands pressing my head into you.  You are jerking against me and you cum.  I keep sucking you, licking you, wanting more of you.

 

Oh fuck me Nuri, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”  You say this, but your are crushing me against you as you cum.  My face is sore from the pressure – my tongue is numb from stretching and reaching into you.  I can’t wait to fuck you but first I need for you to release me from your grip.  Your body is tight and twitching, jerking and shuddering; your breath is short and shallow, groaning and gasping.  I feel your body relaxing and take my face away from your pussy.

 

My cock is pulsing, wanting to be in you.  You look so relaxed and satisfied that I almost don’t want to break the moment – but I need to fuck you so badly.  You take my head in your hand and pull me toward your face.  We kiss and I feel your warm wet pussy against my dick.  “Slide it in.”  I push your legs further apart and ease myself into you.  You wrap your arms around my shoulders.  I slide my arms around you.  We hold each other as tightly as we can.  Your legs push me into you – wrapped around my ass.

 

I fuck you slowly.  You kiss my mouth and I kiss you.  I don’t want this fuck to end and keep it as slow as I can – but I can’t control myself.  In no time I am ready to cum.  I whisper in your ear that I am going to cum.  You tell me you want to feel it inside you and I push hard into your pussy.  I cum.  I feel you squeezing me.  “I love feeling how warm your cum is in me,” you say, “and how it spreads inside me.” You kiss my ear.  We stay together, wrapped in each other’s arms and legs.

 

Finally, I roll off you.  My arm is around your shoulders and your head is on mine.  My right arm is under my head, supporting it and letting me see this garden where we’ve spent the better part of the day.  You have a wonderfully dreamy look on your face.  “This is just what I wanted Nuri,” you tell me, with your eyes closed and the sun dancing across your body.

 

We wake up after a drowsy late afternoon there in the wild garden of the ruined stone house.  We eat our bread and cheese and wine – still naked – and continue to reach for each other, stroking one another’s bodies and kissing now and then.  Reluctantly we get dressed and mount the scooter for the ride back to Verona.  It’s been a wonderful day.  I ride and relish the memory of every inch of your body.  I reach down and squeeze your thigh as the city comes into view.