Fun in the Sun part7
by HandJob Blog
upward to the crease, then up and down along the crease. I let a soft
sigh escape. Edging slowly inward, you stroke the skin, then the
curly, trimmed hair of my bush. It dawns on me that my hands are
tightly gripping the arms of the lounger; I’m holding my breath. I
consciously force myself to breathe slowly, deeply. I can’t quite
relax my arms, resisting my urge to press against your hand.
As you reach the denim, and a solitary finger slips underneath to
find the wetness, I again catch my breath with a whimper.
“Oh my!” You are surprised to find how wet I am.
I open my eyes to check your expression, although I know what
I’ll see. Your eyes sparkle with delight and your face is gently
serious with the hunger growing inside you. I lean forward, take the
beverage from you, take a sip and place the glass on the ground.
Then, with both hands I draw your face to mine and as our lips meet,
I share the cool tea with you. I let you swallow, then I slowly
...End of the part7. To be continued..