0 comments/ 8244 views/ 0 favorites Shimmer By: StraightRazor Molly hung her head back, and faced the warm sun. She could feel the hot rays playing across her face and body. She wore only a bathing suit, so the sun reached every sweeping curve, every firm contour, and every spot that she usually hid under her baggy clothes, and modest dresses. In her back yard, she knew that she could relax, not having to worry about critical eyes and judgmental stares. The fence surrounding her was high enough to shut out the rest of the world. She opened her eyes, and looked around cautiously. She wanted to make sure there was no way anyone could see her. When she knew she was absolutely alone, she quickly untied her top, and let it fall to the deck. A cool breeze swept by, almost on cue, and she could feel her nipples stiffen in response. She giggled when she though about herself, lying topless in her back yard. She never thought of herself as gorgeous, but still knew that there were guys who'd love to see her this way. A silly thought crossed her mind. She thought about Brian Reid, the school's gorgeous Varsity quarterback, walking into the yard and catching her sunbathing. She knew that she would probably die of embarrassment, and that he'd probably run in fear, but she allowed a thought to stay in her mind for a moment. Of him not running, and of her not feeling any shame. Suddenly, she felt a tingle in her gut, and she liked it. Molly began to feel warm, both the sun, and her silly thoughts having something to do with it. She stood up, and looked at the crystal water of her swimming pool. She bent over, and splashed some of the cool water on her face, and felt a nice shock when the chilly water hit her warm breasts. Molly made a decision. Her parents were on vacation for the week, and she knew that no one would be home. She decided to do something that she had always wanted to do. She stood up, and pulled her bikini down her long legs. She jumped into the water quickly, not wanting to risk an embarrassing moment. The cold water wrapped around her, and her naked flesh sparkled with excitement. She swam around the pool, slowly letting more and more of her self above the water. She finally began floating on her back, letting the sun warm her skin. A new idea made her body jolt. She imagined Brian Reid standing in one of the windows of her house, watching her. Normally, she would have shrugged it off, making logical disruptions in her fantasy. But this time she just let it come into her mind. Unconsciously, she began to move slower, more sensuously, allowing the water to play on her skin. She began to imagine Brian in the window, biting his lip with excitement as he watched her naked body slither through the water. Molly began whispering under her breath. "Do you think I'm sexy, Brian?" She whispered, then imagined his head slowly nodding. "Would you like to touch me?" She asked him. Brian's face lit up, and his head nodded slightly. Molly closed her eyes, and imagined him coming down to the pool to get a closer look. He stood at the edge of the water; his eyes locked onto her body. Slowly, Brian began to pull off his shirt, exposing a tanned torso of tight muscles. Molly felt deep electricity as she imagined him slipping into the pool. Brian sat back and watched her moving in the water. She slid her hands across her chest, slowly rubbing her erect nipples. She imagined it was his hands caressing her breasts. His touch made her knees weak, and she imagined his solid arms wrapping around her. Brian kissed her lips lightly, and Molly could feel his muscular chest pressing against her soft body. She pulled her face back, and could see his bright blue eyes sparkling like the water surrounding them as he told her how pretty she was. She rubbed his chest, and could almost feel the muscles tensing under her hands. Molly opened her eyes for a moment, and looked around, still nervous about what she was doing. Then the visions came back to her. She began to float, imagining Brian picking her up, and letting her float in his arms as he kissed her. His kiss was gentle yet firm. Kiss lips careful yet direct. Everything was perfect. Molly could feel something welling in her. She felt a tingle from her crotch, spreading in all directions. She knew the feeling, but never let it completely wrap around her. She had never felt what it was like to surrender. Molly's eyes shot open again, and she let out a nervous giggle. She liked the sensation, but felt weird at the same time. She hopped out of the water, and dried her self off. She sat in the chair, and tried to calm herself down. She grabbed a book, and began reading to distract herself. The words passed by quickly, none of them truly making any sense to her. Her mind began drifting back to Brian. She closed her eyes and began to let the images return. Brian laid her down on a soft bed, the soft sheets caressing her back. He kissed her face and neck, and continued down her chest. He placed playful flicks with his tongue on her breasts and collar. The intense warmth returned to her pubis. She felt his hands searching her body. Massaging her legs, feeling her sides, and eventually exploring her tenderness between her legs. His hands rubbed it gently, cupping it. Slowly, his fingers began to part the lips, waiting for her body to give him clues to what she wanted. His every touch sent bolts of electricity through her entire body. The feelings began to rise in her again. This time, she decided, she's give into them. She envisioned his strong hands wrapping around her entire body, and touching every bit of flesh she wanted him to. His hands were perfect, soft, yet strong. Perfect. She never needed to speak, only let out a soft moan, or a whispered breath to direct him. And he knew just what to do. Molly imagined him rolling over, his weight holding her down. She felt his erection brushing her thigh, and her legs slowly parted. She saw his crystal eyes as he entered her. His endless manhood filling her. He kissed her as he made love to her, never forgetting to whisper his warmest words to her. "You are so beautiful, Molly" He would say "I want to hold you forever" He would continue. "Please let me love you" He whispered. Brian continued to thrust inside of her, making her body pound with ecstasy. The fire began to spread in every direction. Her feet tingled and waves of electricity began to flow in every direction. Suddenly, like an explosion, her first orgasm filled her. Her head pounded with excitement as her climax rocked her body. Her whole body tensed for a moment, for an eternity, and then slowly let go, in pulses. Her back arched and then she slowly lowered herself onto the chair again. Her heart beat thunder in her chest as she lay there, her entire body relaxed and peaceful. Molly opened her eyes. She looked at the cloudless blue sky. The sun shined brightly on her, and she enjoyed it. She sat up for a moment, looked around, and grabbed her ice tea from the deck. She took a sip, and laid back again. "At least I don't have to hear Brian whining about me not calling him the next day" she said to herself with a playful giggle. Shimmer *****I wrote this story for a magazine then added the steamy parts so it takes a little while to get to the good stuff. Hope you like it.--caitlin**** It was crazy to be going back. He knew it as he felt the wind in his face, thinking of anything but his destination. Anything but the reason for going back. There was little else. He passed a rest stop. He had stopped there once. "Pull over." Kerry had laughed. "Jayna has got to pee. Look at the poor thing." Jayna looked up and frowned, biting her lip as if in fierce concentration. "Oh no, dad." Gabe said, "I think she's gonna go in your car." Paul laughed, watching Kerry's horrified expression. Jayna hadn't had an accident in over two years. Kerry was beautiful. Paul had always thought so. His dad thought so too. So much so that he hadn't had a drink in almost three weeks. It wasn't that he was an alcoholic. It was that he tended to get both violent and extremely forgetful when he was drunk. He wouldn't hurt anyone. He'd never hurt anyone, but he had been known to smash the occasional mirror and pick up the occasional prostitute. He had a thing for prostitutes. But he also had a thing for Kerry and Kerry meant business. She told him she would leave if he so much as looked at an alcoholic drink. Paul wondered if she would actually do it. He would find out soon enough he was sure. As far as he knew, his dad had never went more than three weeks without a drink, and it was starting to show. He wanted a drink, but it could cost him Kerry. And Kerry was really something. Even Gabe liked her. Gabe didn't like much of anyone. Not since his mother died. At school he was quiet and distant. His teachers worried. At home, he spent all his time with Jayna. But something was changing in him the more time he spent around Kerry. Something in him was healing. He was almost happy lately. It didn't make much difference to him, taking off on this spontaneous adventure. After all, it was Kerry's idea. "She's not going to go in the car." Their dad said, "Don't be silly, Gabe." But it was nice to see Gabe being silly about anything. It was nice to see him acting like a kid for the first time since their mother died. Paul felt tears in his eyes just thinking about her. She had been so wonderful. And, at the same time, so unlike Kerry. For Kerry, this trip, this spontaneity, was a last measure. Paul could see that if no one else could. She was trying, in so many ways, to make them a family. Maybe they all could have tried harder. Paul shook his head, shaking off the memories and the pain that came with them. Sometimes there was a sort of pleasure that came with the memories, but here, so close to where it had all happened, there was only sadness. Sadness and a feeling not too far from terror. The sun was still high in the sky, giving a faint shimmer to the road far ahead of him. A mirage. It had been raining the last time he was here, or perhaps, that was also a mirage. A mirage in the memory. Perhaps there was a better word for it. He had never been good with words. Gabe had been the one with the gift for words. Gabe, sitting in the back seat of the car, complaining that he could not see to write because of the rain. Of course, it had been raining. No mirage. No slip of the mind. He felt his mind was slipping a lot lately. There was nothing ominous about the rest stop as he pulled into it. A young girl standing with her dog gave him a wary glance. He rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble that had begun to grow soft. He looked a bit rough when he didn't shave. Throw in the his long dark hair and he could understand a child's wary look. He nodded to her in a way that was polite but not quite friendly. He already looked rough. He didn't need anyone getting the wrong idea. The place was the same. No different, really, from any other rest stop. But, there had been a difference. Inside. "What do you think it is?" Gabe had asked, staring down at the toilet. "Someone threw up. What's it look like?" Like someone had literally puked their guts up. That's what it looked like. Like pieces of stomach mixed in with the blood and puke. "It's scary. Can't we just go outside?" Paul was getting sick from the smell. Smell of puke and rot. "We really shouldn't." His stomach lurched. Oh God! The stench! He watched around the side of the building so that Gabe could relieve himself, then took his own turn. "Do you think they died?" Gabe asked as they walked to the car. "I don't know." Paul answered. They must have been really sick. "Who's sick?" Kerry asked, looking worried again. She worried a lot. "In the bathroom." Paul answered. "They're not here now. Someone puked blood all over the bathroom." "Blood and pieces." Gabe informed them. "Pieces of what?" Jayna asked. "Their stomach." Gabe told her. "Huge chunks of it with blood and puke all over the bathroom." "Ewww!" Jayna said, "Don't say stuff like that. Dad, don't let him say stuff like that." Gabe shrugged. "She asked." The blood was long gone. He hadn't really expected to see it. And at the same time he had. Had expected it so that he could almost smell it now. Could hear his father yelling from another room. "Oh God, Paul. I think I'm going to die!" And in the same room, Gabe puking his own stomach out onto the floor in little chunks. Bits of flesh and blood and puke. "Hey, man, you okay?" The world came back to him with the summer heat. So many memories. "Yeah. I'm fine." "Had me worried for a minute there. You were just standing there, like you were going to be sick." "If I'm lucky." Paul muttered, "Perhaps she will kill me too." He was speaking madness again. He was mad they said. Crazy. "You don't really believe the things you are telling me, do you, Mr. Ryan?" The last psychiatrist he went to called him Mr. Ryan. It shouldn't have been patronizing, but it was. "Call me Paul." He said. "Yes sir." She wrote something in her little notebook. "You understand that such a creature couldn't possibly exist." "And why couldn't it?" "Do you believe in vampires, Mr. Ryan?" "She wasn't a vampire." "My point exactly. She wasn't anything was she." "She was." "Was what, Ryan?" "I don't know. But she was. She just was." "But do you believe in vampires." "I don't believe in them. Not really. But I believe in the possibility." "You believe they could exist." "No. Yes. Yes, I do. They could exist." "But do you believe that they do." "No." "You've heard of them." "Yes." "But this woman. This creature. You've never heard of anything like her?" "No." "Why not? If there were such a creature, even one skilled at keeping a low profile among the rest of us, wouldn't there at least be stories?" They always reasoned it away. The road again. He would reach the hotel by night. It was a nice hotel for such a place. It even had a bar. His father found the bar that night. And Kerry had found a ride home. "It was just a few drinks." His father had pleaded from behind the door that separated his and Kerry's room from the one the kids were sharing. Jayna climbed into Paul's lap, crying. "I like Kerry." She said. "I don't want them to fight." "Me either," Paul said. Gabe was pretending to be asleep. Paul knew he was crying. Kerry was crying too. "I thought you were serious." Kerry said. "About me. About us. About being a family." "I am." "But you're not serious about quitting drinking." "I am. I'm trying." "And I've been trying. Don't you see? Even Gabe is smiling now. He seems almost truly happy at times. And Jayna too. Don't you see that I love them." She didn't mention the stripper. It was probably for Gabe's sake. But Gabe knew about the strippers long ago. "I love you." His father tried in his broken drunken voice, stumpling over the words. Paul hated his father in that moment. They all loved Kerry. She had become like a mother to them. A mother and a friend. And they were going to lose her because his father was an alcoholic. "I'm leaving." Kerry said. "I can't do this. You need to do something, Adam. I can't change your life for you." "I hate him sometimes." Jayna whispered. "Don't say that." Paul told her, though he had thought the same only moments ago. "But I do." She said. "Sometimes I wish I was never born, the way my parents are." Jayna had come to them eight years ago. The girl had been frantic. "She's yours." She said, thrusting the baby into their father's arms. "Take her. She's all yours. It's your fault anyway." Gabe had been too young to understand, but somehow, he did. The girl was Jayna's mother and didn't want her. Their dad was Jayna's dad. And their mom was heartbroken. She had never really accepted that he had truly cheated on her. He never claimed that he hadn't, but he never spoke of it outright, so she could live in her illusions. Jayna was someone else's baby entirely. It was a mistake, her being there. Even the child's beauty couldn't warm her heart. She refused to believe in her as anything. Their father, also was too distant. He didn't want her to see him cuddling Jayna, lest she begin to believe in what he had done and choose to leave him for it. Jayna felt the coldness. Children could sense such things, Paul had seen. He had done the same. She ignored the fact that neither parent seemed to love her, and clung to Gabe and Paul. More so Gabe, though Paul was never really sure why. Ah, Jayna. He missed her terribly. He ate in the little diner next to the hotel. Some place that served only breakfast. He ordered eggs the way he used to like them. He never ate eggs like that anymore. But he was recreating the trip, both in his head and in this other world. The waitress hovered over him and his cup of coffee, the one change to his dinner reenactment. "Can I get you anything else? More coffee?" She was pretty. Nice curves. Pretty smile. Blue eyes. Jayna's eyes had been blue. "Buy me a dessert daddy!" Jayna had begged, widening her eyes. Since Gabe and Paul's mother's death two years ago, she had been fully enjoying the affection her father had begun to shower her with. He had bought her the desert, of course. And one for Paul and Gabe each as well. Got to be fair, he said, though his relationship with her had been anything but for so long. Paul knew that most of the money they'd had was Kerry's. "It's our money," Kerry would say. "We're a family." Some family. "No thank you." He told the waitress, who's friendly smile had turned a bit worried. "I'll never sleep as it is." He didn't sleep anyway. He hadn't been for a while. But here, in this hotel where it had all started, he could never sleep. He wasn't here to sleep. For that matter, he didn't know why he was here at all. Only that there was nothing left to do short of losing his mind but to come here. To come here and...what? He would know when the time came, he thought. He was following the past and when it was time, the future would intervene. Perhaps he was crazy. But what was crazy anyway? Was it simply that what drove other people, greed, lust, love, the desire to succeed, was absent in him. What drove him was something else, something new. Perhaps hate. Hate for the monster that had taken his family. Hate for Kerry for leaving them and giving his father a reason to seek out someone else. Hate for his father. Yes, he hated his father. Hated him for what he was and what he had done. What he had caused. But in a way, he was looking for his father here. Looking for all of them. Looking for her? She had been beautiful. Perhaps even more beautiful than Kerry though his adoration of Kerry had always caused her to seem something of an angel to him. This woman, for that is what she had seemed to all of them, had been beautiful beyond compare. Like a model in a magazine, but somehow even more beautiful than that. Even the sight of her had been intoxicating. They had been waiting patiently for their father to arrive. Paul knew what he had gone out after. In large cities such as this, there were always prostitutes. And his father always managed to find one. He was addicted to them as to his drink. Even when he had been with Kerry, there had been other women. They were just as irresistible to him as he was to them. He had always been handsome. This one, like the other's seemed taken with him. Paul, knowing the routine, herded the children into their connecting room and closed the door that separated them. He kept his eyes turned from his father, lest he see the disapproval he felt. It wasn't his place to judge. "Here," his father handed him a paper bag with the smell of french fries and cheeseburgers wafting out of it, "I even got Gabe one of those salads he likes. There's another one if you want it. Make sure Jayna eats, okay?" Paul nodded. "And go ahead and watch TV as long as you want." Paul heard what he meant beneath what he was saying. Turn the TV on and up so that the kids don't hear anything. "Yeah, sure." He said, glancing over at the girl who had taken her place on the bed, and was leaning against the wall, watching. She was so comfortable. It was probably like home to her, he thought, other people's hotel rooms. She smiled at him and he turned away. No one mentioned the prostitute in the other room. Gabe and Jayna watched a documentary on monkeys, laughing at the antics of the things. Paul leaned back against the wall his bed was up against, wishing that his bed had been placed somewhere else. He could hear them from here. She was laughing, a very pretty sound, coming from her. His father moaned and Paul tried to shut his ears to what he was hearing. He couldn't help but hear. Jayna and Gabe fell asleep, Gabe's arm around his little sister. Paul cut the TV off. Even though it blocked out most of the noise from the adjoining room, it was too much for Paul to sleep through. He walked over to his side of the bed and pulled down the covers. "You need me now." She said from the other room. "You know you do. Nothing will ever be the same and without me, you will die." "You're crazy." His father told her, laughing a little, almost nervously, "You're beautiful, yes, amazing, yes, but I don't need you." Paul moved to the door, feeling dirty. He could see into the room through the crack in the door. She was naked, still which didn't surprise him, but she seemed to be glowing almost. She turned towards him. He thought she had seen him, but she was simply turning away from his father. Paul held in a gasp. Her eyes were glowing. Wide and green, powerful even as normal eyes, but they were glowing. He was afraid suddenly. His father turned her toward him and Paul could now see both of them clearly. "Another kiss?" He asked, in the voice that charmed them all. She nodded, smiling. He leaned to kiss her and she parted her lips. A thick smoke poured from her lips and into his mouth, before he kissed her. No one believed about the smoke. "Perhaps she had a cigarette." They would say, but there had been no cigarette. Paul put out his own cigarette on the ground outside his hotel door. He walked toward his car, passed it, and continued walking. He needed to think. Kerry had left them here. That had been the beginning of all of it. They had been going to an amusement park. A little place with roller coasters and crowds. Paul hadn't been to an amusement park in years. He had been just as excited as any of them. Except maybe Jayna, who seemed to have blossomed as of late. She was a beautiful eight year old. Always smiling, always laughing. He wished he could remember her like that. In his mind, she was always dying. Always dying. Paul gave up on his walk and returned to the hotel room, passing the bar on his way. If only his father had been able to control himself for three more days. Three more days and he would have made it home safe. Jayna and Gabe would still be alive. Yes, he still hated his father. He was on the road again by morning. He slept some, haunted by memories of a beautiful woman with glowing green eyes. Like a predator, those eyes. But in the dream, he wanted her. He'd had a girlfriend once, Samantha. Samantha was beautiful and happy. She had loved him and he her, but she never believed him. She could never believe the most tramautic event in his life and he could not be with her after that. Once again, he was alone. He was used to being alone. It wasn't a days drive to the second hotel. There had been plenty of time once they got there for Paul, Jayna and Gabe to go swimming before dark. Then they had come in to shower and their father had went out for a little while. Went out and came back with her. Paul walked down to the pool and sat back in a chair, watching the children play. He had played with Jayna and Gabe like that. Splashing and laughing. Tears stung his eyes. Oh, he missed them so much. "Hey." A pretty girl sat down beside him. "I'm Claire." She was a pretty girl. Not too pretty, and he liked that. Liked the sprinkling of freckles across her nose. Liked the way her brows were a little crooked, her lips a little thin, her blond hair a little brown. She was the kind of beautiful he liked. The flawed beauty. "I'm Paul." He told her. She smiled and her front teeth were a bit crooked. Not much but enough that she seemed beautiful to him. There was nothing beautiful about perfection. She had been perfect. And she had killed them all. His father had seemed almost frightened by morning. They packed their things and put them in the car. He ignored Jayna and Gabe's request to seek out the hotel pool for a few hours. He put them in the car began to drive. There was a terrible look on his face as he drove. Driving back toward home. "We don't have enough money to got to the park. I'm sorry." He told them and Jayna began to cry. "What are you here for?" Claire asked him. He took in her long legs and large breasts. He may have liked flaws but he was still a man. "You say that like it's a prison sentence." "Sometimes it feels that way." She frowned a little. He was suddenly glad he was wearing jeans. Anything thinner would have shown just how interested in this girl he was. "You spend a lot of time in hotels?" She couldn't be a prostitute. She didn't have the look. She looked plain and clean, not over made up. "Yeah. Modeling." She turned away, blushing. "I'm not bragging. I hate it really." He could believe she was a model. Her smile was contagious. Intoxicating. She had such pretty blond hair. "Yeah. I'm just traveling to travel, you know. Just getting away." He couldn't tell her the truth. She wasn't Samantha. He didn't want her to love him for who he was. What he wanted, he realized, was to have sex with this beautiful girl. She nodded. "Wish I had somewhere to get away from. I gave up my apartment because I was never there. But I guess you can't really blame anyone else for your problems but yourself, right?" He could. And did. He blamed his father. And Kerry. And her. "Look," Claire said, "I know this sounds terrible and I would never do it in other circumstances, but do you want to come to my room and have a drink? My agent gave me a bottle of that wine that's so expensive you should never drink it alone, and if I'm alone, he'll want to come in and have a drink. I just can't handle his advances right now." Paul grinned. "I'll protect you." For the first time since his family had died, he wanted something. He wanted this pretty little blond girl. She squeezed his hand as she fit her key in the lock. "I'm sorry" she said, laughing a little, "You're just so different from anyone I know." He laughed. "I hope that's a good thing." She backed against the door to close it and pulled him down to kiss him." He kissed her back and reeled backward. He had seen her. "I'm sorry." She apologized again. "I don't know what came over me." He kissed her again, to reassure her that it was his problem and not anything to do with her, but the feeling came over him again. A dizziness. Lightheaded. He had gotten drunk once. It felt like this. He looked at her. Her skin was glowing softly. Shimmer In The Sun You lay lazily across my lap. I caress your arms slightly. I grab your hands and hold them in mine, as I caress your fingers. I whisper, I love you into your ear. The words linger in the sweet salty air of the beach until you tell me "I love you too." The sun shines above us as we lay against the sand, with a blanket underneath us on the ground. I love holding you in my arms; your soft body against mine, your sweet aroma always gets to me. We lay there nude with the sun playing about our shapely bodies, our hair splayed across our shoulders, I move yours to one side, as I bend my head down to gently kiss your neck, you arch your neck to take in my kiss. Then you turn slowly to bring your lips ever so close to mine and give me the most erotic passionate kiss, parting my lips with your probing tongue. You lay there in my arms, across my lap, gently your hand caresses my thighs, I take my hand to cup your bare shimmering breast, as my fingers play about your nipple. Growing harder in my playing. You let out a slow moan. I turn you around and lay you down on the blanket, as the sun shines on our glistening bodies; wet from the heat of our moment and the sun. I take my hands and cup your beautiful breast again, and caress your aureoles making your nipples hard. I look at you and smile, you smile at me. Then I slowly take a nipple into my mouth and gently caress and lave there, with my velvet tongue underneath the nipple itself, and my mouth just over its crest, I begin to suckle you. While caressing your other breast at the same time. Switching each one in my mouth making our moment hotter. I know because you take your hand and hold the back of my head against your Luscious meaty breast. Then you take your hand and cup it underneath my chin and gently pull me away from your breast. I slowly let out a disapproving moan. As I always love to suckle your ample breast. Your hands guide me to your parting lips. You kiss me again.. bringing your tongue into the depths of my mouth, dancing with mine. Our breasts touching each other, nipples playing together as we kiss. That makes me so hot, as I've told you, your breast, your nipples are my favorite part of you, next to your beautiful Caribbean Sea colored eyes. You gently reach down between our naked bodies and caress my soft curly hair. Which has become wet due to the sun, and our playing. Your fingers slide across my wet slit as I shudder with ecstasy. You continue to kiss me then slowly bring your mouth down and lave your tongue on my breast, and begin to suckle me while your soft fingers play in my wetness between my parted thighs. I arch my back to let you suckle me. As your fingers reach further into my wetness, you gently caress my inner lips making me wetter to your touch. My hands play about your hair, splaying it across your shoulders, as I tell you how much I love your long dark hair. And how much I love you, and what your doing to me. You bring your head up and whisper in my ear, something so sexy that I almost melt right there. But I ease up a little and let you continue to drive me into a passionate frenzy. Your hot breath upon my ear and then slowly reaching down my neck, again laving my ample breast. One then the other, as you take each nipple into your mouth and gently pull upwards with your lips. Making me cry out in sheer ecstasy. Your hand still caressing my love place. Slowly you stop and slide your body and kiss my belly, my belly button and lave there. Then kissing down further, reaching my inner thighs, then slowly kissing upwards towards my love triangle. Gently your tongue massages my slit, taking me up then down. Then delves into the wetness you've created on me. Then as I place my hands on your head playing in your long dark hair, I press your head closer to me as you continue to lay me with your tongue. You slide in and out of my wetness long enough for you to passionate kiss my budding love button. And suckle me there bringing me to cry out softly. As my head moves about in a frenzy. You continue to suckle me there then slowly your tongue slides down and along my open lips, and delves into my love place again. Taking me up and down as your tongue slides in and out of me. My breath coming faster with each movement of your tongue. You finally bring me to a wild shattering orgasm. Taking all of my love juices into your mouth. You slowly kiss my love place again. Then look up at me and kiss me each place of my torso. Then as you get to my breast you lave each nipple with your tongue, you suckle me there again, massaging your body with mine I climax again. You take your lips and kiss me again.. so gentle. Your lips taste salty and sweet. From the heat of our sex, and the heat of the sun. Shimmer In The Sun C 2005 Pandora's Desire Shimmer of Pearl Wrists tied to the bedposts, he sits propped up against the headboard. His brow shines with tiny beads of sweat, his chest rises and falls a little more than usual. His eyes are fixed on the woman before him, naked as he is, their bodies exposed for each other to admire. But she is not tied. At the foot of the bed she smiles at him, winding and weaving as if she were dancing just for him -- and she is. Her breasts move and shift with her motions and she spreads her legs, revealing smooth creamy inner thighs that open and lead to a patch of dark hair. Among the black curls he sees the glistening moistness of her arousal. She smiles her wicked smile and teasingly touches her toes to his leg, making his cock twitch. "Are you all right," she asks and he can only swallow and nod, eyes on her body. The dark patch hides the mysterious place he wants to see, the place he wishes she would let him touch and taste now. He pulls on the restraints, but she knows how to tie him in knots. He is trapped and at her mercy. She lays her hand over her pussy, blocking his view and he looks up into her eyes. Yes, he recognises the lust flickering in them, her pupils widened and dark. Her cheeks are flushed and rosy, her lips full and red as she licks them. He loves her lips, the ones she licks so lasciviously and the others she covers with her fingers that should be replaced with his own. He wants to touch them and feel their softness. He wants to lick her, offer her his kisses wherever she wants them. Taste her mouth and her secret place, there where her dark skin blends into a moist pinkness. Spreading her fingers, she allows him to see the lighter skin. It is so inviting and wet. His gaze wanders to her engorged clit and she pushes down the hood so the pink tip shows clearly. She circles her middle finger at her opening, looking at him with misty eyes. She dips her fingertip into herself and moans, biting her lower lip. When it is wet, she slides her finger back up to her clit, teasing it with her juices. "Please, let me touch you," he pleads, but she just smiles. He knows it is useless and that she will only free him when she wants to and no sooner. She gets on her knees and crawls towards him. He struggles to get free, but her knots are fast. Carefully avoiding any other part of his body, she bends her head down above his throbbing shaft and licks it, long and sensuously. Only when she stops does she let him feel the rest of her body on his. "Kiss me," he says weakly and to his surprise she does. Her breasts touch his chest when she raises herself up to face him and he watches her lovely lips, lightly parted, coming towards his. They moan in pleasure, muffled by the kiss, and she rubs herself against his skin. His hands clench and open again. How he wishes he could touch her and explore her body at leisure, but it is not to be. Thinking of her soft wet pussy, he can almost taste her, that taste that reminds him of the sea. In their kiss, he does not see her reach for something on the bedside table. Nor does he hear the small clicking sounds. She presses her hand to his bare chest, something cool entwined in her fingers. When he breaks the kiss and looks down, he sees the pearl necklace he gave her as a present. The hard pearls feel good on his skin, especially with her warm hand holding them there, rubbing tenderly. He leans forward for another kiss, but she pulls away again. Sliding to the end of the bed once more, she sits back and spreads her wonderful thighs. He suppresses a moan, but she can see his cock twitch at the sight. Winding the ends of the necklace around her fingers, she holds it taut and flicks her tongue at the pearls, looking him in the eye. She is enjoying the teasing and he is suffering willingly. Her hands cup her breasts, the pearly shimmer contrasting with the brown skin of her luscious nipples, the tanned flesh. She dangles the end between her breasts, sliding the necklace through the valley between the mounds. When she presses them together, he can only see the ends of the necklace, and she slowly pulls it through. "You have something I'd like to have right here," she says in a low sexy drawl. "Something hot, not as cool as these pearls." The end of the necklace escapes her breasts and she brings it into her mouth with her agile tongue. She sees him mouth words none can hear, his eyes on her lips. With the pearls dangling from these same lips, she crawls towards him on all fours again, dragging them over the bed. They touch his inner thigh and he moans when they come in contact with his balls. She drags the white beads across his belly. Once more, their faces are close. She lets the pearls fall from her lips so she can kiss him and the necklace gets caught on his erect cock, making him utter a sound of surprise and pleasure. She kisses him hard and his head hits the wall almost painfully. Her teeth tug on his lower lip and she pulls away from him. Kneeling up straight, she drags the necklace over her belly, turning her back to him. The pearls roll over her buttocks, his eyes following their every move, every bit of soft skin they caress, running along the crack, but before he can enjoy the view any more, she is seated at the foot of the bed, pearls being dragged up between her closed thighs. With a long-drawn sigh, she opens her legs to his eyes, white pearls on black hair and glistening lips. "Mmm, it feels so good when they roll over my clit," she moans and his eyes stay fixed on where the pearls bump her sensitive nub. She pushes her pussy lips to the side, revealing the pinkness. She presses the end of the necklace just inside herself and he lets out a shuddering breath. "That is so sexy," he whispers, unable to look away from those fingers that push more and more pearls inside. Then she holds herself open, wanting him to see the pearls pop out one by one as she tugs on the string. "I think I could use some help here." Her eyes watch him lustfully and he wants to get to her, touch her and hold her legs open so he can see her naked pussy up close. He wants to wind the pearls round his fingers and push them softly inside her, feeling the welcoming wetness and smelling her arousal. He would make her moan with pleasure and make sure the pearls press against her favourite spot, massaging it slowly but with increasing pressure. He wants to do all this and more. He strains forward, the ropes taut and quivering, holding him back. Seeing his lust, she returns to him, coming close to him and pressing her breasts to his face. He opens his mouth to suck a nipple and flick it with his tongue to feel its rigidity. When she offers him her other breast, he circles its nipple, leaving a wet trace where his tongue has been. She faces him, her hands in his hair, and thrusts her tongue into his mouth, moaning with desire. "I want you," she whispers before kissing him again. His lips are demanding, sucking and kissing every part of her that he can reach, ravenous. She loves the sounds he makes, and most of all she loves that she is the one who is making him want her so much. His moans in her ear make her shiver with delight and her pussy becomes even wetter. Letting him taste her skin, she reaches down for his hardness and strokes it to enjoy his excitement for a moment. She feels him trembling under her touch. "I want you," she says again and he nips her throat. At last, this brings a small cry from her. "Let me have you," he says between gentle bites on her shoulder, but she does not respond. Instead, she winds the pearls around his shaft, beginning just under its tip. Her hand wraps around it and the necklace massages him tightly as she slowly strokes him with it. A muffled moan against her shoulder and he closes his eyes tightly, trying not to cum yet. His cockhead is bloated and dark, so beautiful against the whiteness of the pearls. She pulls his head back, "I will make you feel really good now." She brushes his cockhead along her slit, her feet on either side of him. His tip lodges at the familiar indentation, that opening he likes so much. It is so inviting, wet and ready for him to slide in. Her hand is still holding him, keeping the pearls in place. When he feels her pussy opening to the pressure of his tip, he protests, but she places a finger to his lips. His cockhead slips into her, and when the ridge passes her tightest muscle, it makes her cry out at the sensation. He watches her face, flushed and radiant. His teeth sink into her neck and she wraps an arm around his shoulders to steady herself. Her pussy is pushed open further as his cock and the pearls make their way into her heat. She is careful, taking her time to sink onto him and savouring the sensation of being stretched. The hard pearls squeeze around him and against her walls. His thighs tremble and she can feel it when she finally touches them, having taken him in all the way. She sits on his lap, his cock buried within her and she wraps both arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder, her lips on the side of his neck. He hears her moans and laboured breathing just as she can hear his. It is a long time before she begins to move again. Reaching for his wrists, she frees him now and he holds her in a tight, loving embrace. He pulls her head back by her long hair and she sinks back until she lies between his legs, her pelvis high and pussy impaled on his cock. Knowing how much she likes it, he presses his palm flat against her abdomen, knowing she can feel him even more inside her now. He wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and catches the end of the necklace so he can stroke into her in a gentle rhythm. Her hips gyrate. He watches her, his eyes wandering from her pussy over her outstretched body to her face and back. Her eyes are closed, head turned to one side, fingers at her lips. He loves to hear her moaning, knowing he is pleasing her. Her clit is a little hardened, engorged as she nears her climax. He can tell by the way her motions become less co-ordinated, less smooth. He flicks her clit with his thumb, separating her folds and rubbing the engorged nub that gives her so much pleasure. Her belly tightens and she strains up, arching her back, her breasts shaking. He teases her clit firmly and fast, sliding easily in her wetness. His cock moves within her lovely tightness and responds to her clenching walls. As her orgasm comes over her, her body rises and falls more and more, tremors coursing through her, a boiling heat spreading from the depths of her pussy outward and into her legs, up through her belly, travelling up her spine, making her nipples tingle with a rush of blood. He takes hold of her hips and pulls her onto him tightly, both arms wrapped around them. She screams in release and he groans at her new tightness. He grabs the end of the necklace and gently pulls on it, watching more and more of it appear wet from her orgasming body. The sensation makes her writhe even more so that he has to hold her in place with his free hand. Dropping the pearls beside them, he leans forward, covering her trembling tummy with kisses. Then, he pulls her up and she is limp in his arms, exhausted. He rocks her and his cock twitches inside her wet silkiness. Keeping her close, her pussy tight against his groin, he enjoys the feeling of her body in his arms. She is still moaning and breathing hard. She feels dizzy, hot and spent. Suddenly, he is perfectly still, his arms tight around her back and hips, and his cock swells a little more. He erupts in her, his eyes open wide in surprise at the intensity. She feels a stream fill her, hitting the back of her cunny, and she shudders with pleasure. Her lips brush his jaw as he cums and gasps, releasing jet after jet of his seed into her welcoming body. With a long-drawn moan he comes down from his orgasm and leans against the headboard, cuddling her warm, limp form. Soft whimpers issue from her lips when he caresses her. He knows he has finally quenched her desire to tease. He has given her everything she could have asked for and his softened cock rests just inside her so he can feel her pulsing pussy a little longer. Burying his face in her fragrant hair, he whispers how much he loves her. She squeezes his cock in response and moans, her fingers circling at the small of his back. He slides under the duvet with her, not letting her go even for a second. The warmth surrounds them, bringing welcome sleep to the lovers, letting them dream of more lovemaking and explorations of the body. Before sleep takes him, he looks at her relaxed face, the little furrow on her forehead all but gone, eyes closed and moving under the lids. Her lips are moist and he can't resist kissing them one last time. Together, they sleep, entangled and wonderfully spent.