0 comments/ 14978 views/ 1 favorites Summer Breeze By: ScottishChieftan Heat permeates your entire body, seeming to consume your soul. Not in a bad way, though. Actually it is very comforting. The waves of heat caress your skin while a soft southern breeze stirs the air. Walking barefoot through the grass, you step onto a patch of sand and sigh contentedly at the feel of it swallowing your feet. The heat and abrasiveness of the sand remind you of a sauna treatment and leave you feeling invigorated and refreshed. Wearing a bathing suit top and a pair of bluejean cut-offs, you feel free and easy gliding across the soothing sand. To yourself, you quietly sing "Summer breeze, makes you feel fine, rolling with the jasmine on my mind". Knowing you are miles away from anyone and feeling the lack of inhibition that comes with solitude, you slip off your top and look for a nice spot to lie down. Dropping to your knees, you lean forward and let your breasts kiss the ground and then slowly lower yourself to lie on your tummy. You fold your swimsuit top and place it beneath of your cheek and lay your head down to nap and sunbath. Immersed in the moment, your mind wanders and daydreams carry you aloft to flights of fantasy. You imagine hearing me walk up behind you, it sounds so real you have to force yourself to resist the temptation of turning your head to look for me. My imaginary presence to keep you company, you slowly drift away to sleep. In your dream, you are lying on a towel, but still outside basking under the rays of the afternoon sun. My hands run up your calves, having poured warm oil up the middle of each calf, my hands glide over your skin magically. My thumbs press gently into your calf muscles and I massage them tenderly. I massage the soles of your feet, tugging and pulling on each and every toe. Up your thighs, float my graceful hands, making a knot in your tummy that builds with each inch I climb higher. As I near the tender inner flesh of your inner thigh, my hands slow down and gingerly cup the soft flesh and knead it with an incredible gentleness. As I massage the area where your cut-offs begin, my thumbs slip under them to steal higher. The oil is warm and combined with the sweat on your glistening skin, it makes tiny rivulets that trickle along your inner thighs. Teasing along the edges of your fleshy pussylips, the warm rivulets tickle and tease you. Sweat also builds on your back and shoulders, it pours down between your breasts, around your ribs to trickle over the sides of your tummy. Gliding through the warm coating of sweat and oil that shimmers on your body, my hands continue their dance with provocative proximity to other points of interest to the both of us. I stop and lean back on my heels, letting the warm wind rush over me and fill my lungs with the cool breeze wafting daintily over us. You can hear my breathing is a bit more ragged, a bit more strained and definitely more hurried. My hands wrap around your ribs and I stretch your body upwards, elongating your spine and raising you from the sand. As I raise you, my fingers trail along the plump edges of your oily breasts and we both breath a sigh of anticipation. Your breasts sway above the sand, tickling your ever-tightening nipples. One of my hands slides under you and I gingerly cup your breast. I roll the nipple under my thumb and tug it softly, giving it a slight twist. Back down your sides glide my sure hands and I take your hips into my hands and pull you upward, arching your back. I slip a hand underneath your tummy and unfasten your shorts. The zipper glides down slowly, the music of it makes a tantalizing refrain that lightens your soul. My hands slide under your shorts, fingers trailing along your hipbones to cup the edges of your ass, thumbs gliding over the uppermost regions of your pubes. I squeeze and caress your hips in this gentle form of seduction and then slowly slide your shorts down and off of you. Lying there, naked and exposed to the world, you feel oddly secure and comforted by the fact that nothing can harm you, nothing can beset you that I, your protector and lover, can't shelter you from. You don't feel self-conscience in the least, kn owing my worshipful eyes are drinking in every ounce of the purity of your soul, along with being enamored with your body. I make you feel like a goddess on a throne, invulnerable and beyond reproach. You feel me shift beside you, feel my hands spreading your thighs and the gentleness of them caressing your sweat-glistening skin. Starting at your ankles, my fingers slowly dance up your legs. Ankles to foot, foot to calf, calf to thigh, thigh to, Oh GOD, yes. Never just manhandling you. Never abruptly grabbing you. Not a hint of impatient groping. No sign of the usual thoughtless male, thinking foremost of his own needs and ignoring yours. Somehow, you feel, you know in the inner most recesses of your soul, the only pleasure I am interested in, is yours. That IS my pleasure. Carrying you away on the wings of angels, floating you along on the breath from heaven that only a soul such as mine can bring. Now a shiver trembles through your entire body and rocks even your soul. My fingers have subtly been replaced with a deft tongue and a hot, suckling set of lips. Lips to die for. Lips that bring kisses most never dare to dream of. Lips that serve as a portal to my soul. Kissing and with the occasional lick, my mouth hovers up and over your body following the same trail that my hands took minutes before. Suckling the backside of your ankle, then the tender backside of your knees. Licking up the softness of the backside of your thighs. As my mouth nears your twitching pussy, you hear me softly humming "Summer Breeze, Makes Me Feel Fine" and your body tenses as my hot breath flows over your ever-moistening slit. Summer Breeze She lay on her side, her thin yellow top whispering over her in the cool summer breeze that was wafting in from the open window. The curtains shuddered in that same breeze, swishing back and forth, twisting the light of the setting sun and casting different shades over her pale, petit form. The thin, pale form was only barely covered by it's vibrant yellow thong and the scant little, see-through top. They told him that today really had been as hot as the news caster claimed it had been. She had probably fallen asleep, exhausted by the heat. Had the mechanic not come for the AC yet? He grumbled to himself as he crossed the room, dropping his carry-on bag and stripping his jacket off. He wished he hadn't been forced to take that business trip, not with her like this. She was only entering her seventh month of pregnancy, but she looked like she was ready to pop, as the saying goes. Perhaps it was her small size that made the child seem so large. She was such a small woman. He stripped his shirt off, a few tattoos appearing on his upper arms and chest. He kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the bed. She stirred and looked up. A small smile spread across her lips as she closed her eyes and laid her head back down. He slid next to her, hands cupping her stomach as he kissed her shoulder and then her neck. "How are you," he whispered, very gently nibbling her ear. She made a small sound of contentment. "Pretty good. It was so hot today," she muttered, rubbing her hands across his, even as one curved to the lower part of her belly, toying with the lace of the thong. "I was so tempted to fix that damn box of bits myself-" "You are in no condition to be doing things like that," he snapped, sitting up a bit, whatever thoughts he might have been having about her thong apparently gone. "Crazy woman. We'll just call again tomorrow. Besides, it's nice to enjoy a little fresh air." "Easy to say," she muttered, obviously a bit offended by his sudden burst of speech. "You're not the one toting around a kid all day. It's not easy, you know." She sniffed and he knew he had maybe taken it a bit too far. Besides, if she'd really had designs on fixing the AC herself, she would have done it. "I'm sorry," he said, making amends by settling behind her and rubbing her lower back, stroking her secret spot, the place right at the end of her back, between where her two round lobes of smooth flesh began. She jerked in response to his delicate, feather-like stroking. She said nothing as he made the strokes wider, getting more skin with each touch. He gently scraped his teeth down her shoulder blade, letting his short beard trickle across her skin as well. "Will you forgive me?" "Well," she whispered, obviously not thinking too much about being angry anymore. "I guess we could work something out." He grinned into her skin and very slowly let his hand skim over her rounded bottom. He slowly massaged each thigh, squeezing and pulling gently before doing the same to her sensitive calves. When he was satisfied that she had been warmed up enough, he glided his hand back up over her legs. He played with her thong as he used his other hand to grab her hair. He grabbed her hair and, with the controlled amount of force tempered by the hand of a long-time lover, pulled her head back so he could kiss her, using lips and tongue to say some of the tender things he'd forgotten to say before. She reached back and slipped the elastic band free of his long hair. She proceeded to ruffle it with her fingers, undoing the tidy job he had done on it earlier that morning. Slowly, tantalizingly, he slid a finger between her lips. He wasn't too surprised by how very soaked she was. Pregnancy hit different women different ways. His little Gaelic fire-cracker had only gotten hotter since she'd started carrying their child. It didn't take him long to get her to start pushing her hips against his hand as she began whispering to him, telling him everything he needed to hear after his long trip. He ignored her pleas for him to take her and kept thrusting his fingers into her, keeping his speed steady. Not too fast, not too slow. Just enough to drive her mad. Insanity was a good way to describe what she felt as his talented fingers and his sweet kisses across her shoulders sent her over the edge. He pulled her head back again for another kiss. She was too far gone right then to do anything but let him abuse her mouth. His kisses were hard, powerful and almost rough. After three weeks of a worn-out vibrator, it was everything she needed. He broke the kiss, his fingers still inside her. Her whole body tightened once more at the dark, distinctly male look in his crystal blue eyes. "Hands and knees," he growled, his voice dropping to an aching baritone he never used. She complied, his fingers never leaving her soaking pussy as she crawled onto her knees. He moved behind her, undoing his pants as he did. When she was kneeling and he was free, he used his hand to stroke her spot once more. She jerked forward, and only the arm curved around her hips and forced between her legs kept her from falling. He reached around and grabbed one of her large breasts, pulling her back into the doggy position. He kept thrusting his fingers as he pinched her nipples, relishing the moment as she moaned and whimpered. "Cock-tease," she spat angrily. The threatening effect was rather ruined when she followed that up with a high-pitched whimper. "It's tough for me to be a cock-tease, when you don't have a cock, oh pregnant one," he said with a grin. "Oh, shut up," she moaned, rocking her hips backwards, sacrificing a bit of friction on his fingers in an attempt to elicit the reaction she wanted form him. She got it. He pulled his hand back and pulled the thong over one ass cheek before lining the large, red head of himself up with her red, swollen cunt. When she felt him at her entrance she pushed back, making more sounds of desperation. He grinned, his hand moving from within her to her clit, rubbing with the same steady, firm rhythm. He stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of his fraying control. Better than any liquor or drug. Just when he felt her begin to climb to another climax, he began to slowly push in. She exploded beneath him, and once more he had to support her weight, one hand between her breasts, the other never leaving her pussy as he kept up his pace on her clit. He pushed into her, enjoying the way she screamed this time around, and enjoying the delicious, wet, tightness of her. By the time she could support her own weight, he had gotten a good rhythm going and was sinking home right to the rubbery covering of her womb. Some women disliked his size, but she had always loved the way he could push right against her cervix. He sat back, hands resting on her hips as her large, full breasts swayed beneath her. She was throwing her head around in obvious pleasure. "Come on," she whispering, looking at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide, mossy green an even darker shade because of the passion she was in. "Give it to me, baby. Fuck me." She sad the last words slowly, like a dark secret. Like they were somehow dirty than anything they'd done yet. The effect was perfect. He used his knees to spread her legs a bit more as his pace picked up. He continued to shove through the tight wetness of her, his cock stroking the sides of her cunt. But now, he was taking a moment to focus on setting his weight on his arms, so that he could press right over her, his cheek against her shoulder. When he was satisfied that they were in a safe position, he grabbed his breast, perhaps with a little more sexual aggression than he had meant, and began to fuck her in earnest. She was making a high pitched keening noise in the back of her throat as his hips thrust viciously into hers, every vestige, every ounce of self-control lost in his sudden primal increase in tempo. Bent over her, he fucked her like a wild-dog in heat, like a man who knew nothing else. Every thrust into her cunt sent his cock pounding against her cervix. She fell into his groping hand one more time before he felt his balls tighten. His thrusts became even more violent and powerful as they lost their perfect rhythm. She began whisper to him, describing every thrust to him in the dirtiest language she could think of. He sucked the softness of her neck into his mouth as a final three powerful thrust sent his semen spraying in the direction of her womb, filling her cunt with his sperm as he jerked, his hips pushing madly into hers as his orgasm took it's toll, drawing drop after drop out of his shuddering body. As soon as he could, he rolled off of her body and onto his back. She sat up beside him and grinned down at his panting form. "You know, you worry too much," she said, stroking his chest lovingly. "I know, but you just don't worry enough," he whispered. "Well then it's good I've got you, huh?" She giggled, rubbing his stomach. "So, am I forgiven?" He asked, opening his eyes and looking into her mischievous ones. She licked her lips, tilting her head playfully. "Yes, I forgive you." Summer Breeze It was balmy outside. The aspen trees in the backyard oasis danced and glimmered in the warm summer breeze. The soft hum of bumble bees in a nearby bush was barely discernible over the slow rustling leaves and the air was thick with a sweet garden scent. Natalie, thoroughly convinced that all her housemates were gone and that she was alone for the weekend, lay naked on a soft towel in the grass, drifting in and out of a lazy mid-day nap. She lied there for nearly an hour, just letting the sun caress her with his warmth, licking his way over her smooth, silky body. She stretched luxuriously onto her towel and spread her legs towards the sun's deliciously warm waves. Slowly, she became aware of the stirring in her groin. The encompassing heat of the sun on her privates was beginning to arouse the young woman. She grinned, noticing the small flutters of excitement throbbing their way through her vaginal walls. She touched herself. Slowly, at first, playing with her clitoris, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. And then faster, as she slid her fingers into her lips and rubbed up and down in a petting motion. Then, feeling the warm, glossy wetness slide and sink it's way down her lips and on to her plump white butt cheeks, she slid a finger into her vagina. And then two, wriggling them around, attempting to flick her special spot, the way Justin sometimes does. Little did she know that Justin was just arriving home three days early from his yearly business trip. His out of state work was complete, and his boss (who she was sure had the hots for her boyfriend) sent him home for a long deserved break. He decided he would not share this with Natalie, wanting to surprise her. He pulled into the empty drive-way and leaped out of the car, unsuccessfully attempting to suppress the widening grin spreading itself over his face. Excitedly, he slid his key into the front door, cracked it open, and listened for Natalie- Nothing. He crept his way up the stairs and peeked into his empty bedroom. The sun shown brightly through the open window. He listened again, thinking that perhaps she was in the bathroom. Then, hearing slight hushed whimpers from outside, he crept to the window and glanced down at his yard. The sight floored him. His young girlfriend lay, quite naked and sun kissed on the grass, pleasuring herself quietly. Instantly, he felt his dick thickening in his pants. He gasped, shocked at this highly erotic sight. He was so turned on, feeling naughty at his shameless act of voyeurism. He whipped out his member, stroking it at the sight of Natalie stroking herself. He quickly undressed himself and bolted down the two flights of stairs, nearly tripping himself on the final step. He crossed the bottom floor silently, like a thief, and peered out the screen door. Fully erect now, and throbbing hard, he determined what had to be done... Suddenly, she heard the screen door open. She quickly grasped at the towel underneath for cover and averted her eyes, afraid and intensely embarrassed that she had been caught by this intruder. Her face turned a deep crimson and her heart was beating out her chest. Who was watching her? And for how long? Justin entered the yard, crossing without a single word. Natalie peered up at him from beneath her towel shield, the look of relief washing over her face. And then she realized that he was naked too, and his cock was stiffer than she has ever seen it. He must have been watching. "When did you get here?!," she asked, shocked that he was home (and that he was naked and hard). He did not answer. He said nothing. Justin lowered himself onto the grass, pressing his masculine body down on top of hers, he gazed into her eyes-a deep, penetrating gaze. She felt herself melt and a new, much more intense hunger overcame her. She immediately felt herself pining for him, throbbing for him. If he did not enter her now, she would surely crumble in agony. The young man kissed her hard and hungrily. He groped at her naked chest, working his mouth down from her lips, to her neck, biting her nipples and stroking her thighs with his strong, desperate hands. He teased her for a long time, knowing by the savage look in her eyes that she wanted him. Needed him. She groaned, bucking her hips into him in a wild, fiery frenzy, wanting so much for him to enter her. He toyed with her vagina, slipping his fingers over her perfectly juicy pussy, flicking her plump little pleasure blob. "Please," she begged between moans, "Please!". She felt her wetness oozing out of herself, the walls of her vagina thumping into a fierce thrill. "Fuck me!," she screamed, not caring if the neighbors had heard. He quickly slid his solid member into her deliciously warm vagina, pounding her relentlessly. He felt his balls slap against her, and heard her squeal with delight as she writhed in pleasure beneath him. He felt the walls of her vagina throbbing and thickening against him, swallowing him whole. Natalie grabbed his ass, pulling him into herself. Convulsing, her eyes rolled back into her head. He plowed into her, again and again, feeling both their climaxes build and build. The walls of her womanhood clenched around his cock, and he spurt his warm, thick love into her vagina, hearing her scream at her own heavy release. He collapsed on top of her, fully spent, and gasping for breath. They lay there, sweating and heaving, trying to catch their breath. "Welcome home," she grinned. He returned her beam with a dazzling smile, and she melted all over again. He kissed her forehead with a tenderness she never knew before him. "It's great to be home," he finally said, gently squeezing her in a warm embrace before rolling onto the towel beside her. They spent the rest of the afternoon embracing each other, exchanging warm, fuzzy feelings of deep infatuation. "I love you," he said, before drifting off into a sun and love induced sleep. "I love you too," she whispered, nesting her head onto his strong shoulder and drifted away herself.