I thought I understood sexual desire and satisfaction, until I met Sean. With him, lovemaking has evolved into a whole new and dramatic realm of "Experience." He told me that when he makes love to me, it's to all of me, body, soul and mind and he always seems to know how to free me from every inhibition so that I respond to him on all levels. It makes for an explosive love life! A master of romance he knows how to "Set the scene" for love. This evening is no exception as I walk through the front door after a long drive from my sister's house into the steamy beauty of our own private Shangri La.
Large potted trees in every corner of the living room and music playing that has a distinctive jungle drumbeat, mixed with the calls of wild animals in the background. Candles illuminate the room where the furniture has been moved away and the floor covered with fake fur rugs resembling the coats of every species of jungle cat imaginable.
He is amazing, the master of mood, as well as lovemaking techniques and positions. Old enough to be wise in the ways of love and desires of women, Sean instinctively seems to know the exact touch or word to cause my passion for him to explode. I know I'm in for a wild time tonight as he approaches me, wearing only a black leather loincloth and hands me a pina' colada in a half coconut shell.
The sweet scent of coconut oil emanates from his muscular body and his dark eyes flame with undisguised lust.
God, I sigh under my breath, what did I ever do so right to deserve a man like this? Some women never experience love and passion like this in a whole lifetime!
His tanned skin, hard muscles of his chest and legs shine with coconut oil in the flickering light of the candles and the commanding bulge beneath that leather loincloth is so obvious it would make an Eskimo need a fan. Oh I'm so hot for him already and he hasn't even touched me yet! I hope he touches me soon because my nipples are hard with desire for his fingers and tongue and I can feel the moisture seeping through my nylon panties and pantyhose. His warm, brown eyes fasten in a passionate embrace with my jade ones as he moves slowly toward me It feels like I'm drowning in the sweetness of their deep-chocolate depths. Sean has the most incredible, sensuous eyes and I feel the fire of their gaze as he visually undresses me, caressing each trembling part of my body with only his eyes.
"Welcome to your palace, your highness," he whispers in my ear as he moves behind me and removes my jacket. Though I am tall, He towers over me and has to bend down to gently nuzzle my neck. I adore this sensation of feeling small and helpless beside his size and strength. The breeze of his rum scented breath is hot against my neck and already I'm remembering the feel of his hard, thick, nine inches deep within me the last time we made love. I want it so badly my whole body heats with the fire of hot blood coursing through my veins and I can feel the swelling of the petals of my feminine flower as it unfolds and its hot nectar begins to drip down between my trembling thighs.
"I'm dirty, sweaty, Sweet Man, need a quick shower."
"I like you sweaty, dirty, with the strong scent of musk between you silken thighs. The only cleansing you need is what my tongue provides in every secret fold of your tantalizing orchid until you scream for more and more of it against your swollen jewel and deep inside your pulsing sugar walls. I like you primed and primitive, hot and dripping with the sweet juice of your passion. I like you begging for more, raising you hips to take me deeper, clawing at my back like a gorgeous, wild, uninhibited jungle cat."
My whole body convulses with the sweet torture of his tantalizing words and I feel my back arch, pushing my full, swelling breasts forward against the lace bra, straining to be freed, hungering for his touch.
Still standing behind me, he pulls the pins from the red silk of my hair slowly, deliberately and it falls against my shoulders as he entangles his fingers in it and pulls my head back against his naked chest, while his lips and tongue leave a trail of fiery kisses against my neck. My anxious hands reach up behind my head and grasp the ends of his short dark hair, soft like a baby's locks, thick like a virile lion's mane.
"Oh, Sean, I'm so hot, you got me so hot, Baby"
"Are you real hot, Sexy Lady? Tell me how hot you are," He asks in that deep radio announcer voice that turns my insides to mush.
"I'm so hot I wanna tear that loincloth off and lick you and suck you like a warm melting popsicle. I need to taste your skin, your hot cream and pull your hardness deep inside my mouth. Hear you moan my name. Feel your tremors and your hips move with pleasure. I need to take each drop you have until you're weak with ecstasy. Giving you what you need and taking what I want. I'm so hot Sean, I've already poured the wine to bring pleasure to your lips and tongue. Its seeping past these nylon panties down my thighs with just the thought of your head between them, your lips and tongue moving, tasting, pleasing the velvet lips swollen with wanting you.
He places his large hand over my small delicate one and moves it slowly to the bulge under the loincloth, my hand closing over his bare hardness in a firm squeeze. The raw feel of his hard shaft in my hand always gives me a jolt of pleasure and the pantyhose are now so wet I desperately need to get them off, along with the panties that are too tight against my swollen pleasure zone. He suddenly moves my hand away and with a teasing smile he says,
te Not yet, Baby, we have plenty of time and more than enough desire. I made dinner, are you hungry"
"Yes, so hungry, but not for dinner, I'm too hot to think about food Sean."
"Then I have an interesting proposition. Would you like to take an evening walk?"
Now my head is spinning with desire and possibilities, nothing is ever simple with Sean, and I wonder what intriguing and deliciously decadent idea his sensuous mind has hatched this time!
"Go for a walk? You ply me with rum and x-rated kisses then suggest an evening stroll?"
"Yes, Pretty One; but you have no idea what kind of stroll, doubt you've ever enjoyed one quite like it before. A little walk on the wild side. I'm going to put on my clothes, picked out especially for tonight and you are going to put on that short, white, tennis skirt I adore….with stilettos and nothing else."
"Sean you expect me to go for a walk on the city streets bare-breasted with only a mini skirt covering my fuzzy secret?"
"Oh indeed I do," he laughs deeply at the look of obvious consternation that must cover my face as I feel the blood rush hot to my temples.
"There's nothing hiding under your clothes you need to be ashamed of. I love every inch of that sweet tasting, soft feeling skin. The full swell of your breasts, the perfect nipples standing at attention, begging for my tongue. Those legs to infinity and round full hips, that sweet refreshment between your thighs that flows so readily for me. You won't be sorry and I promise if you don't like our walk, we'll come straight back home."
It's August in our sleepy, Southern gulf coast town and there will be no problem with being cold in an almost undressed state, the problem is my fear and inhibitions that still tend to bind me in some of Sean's more bizarre moments. One thing for sure, I will never suffer from boredom as long as he is my lover.
"Laid the skirt and heels out for you in the bedroom, I'll dress here," he says, with a wicked grin on his handsome, chiseled face as he pushes me gently toward the bedroom door.
By the time I shut the door behind me and enter the bedroom, I'm trembling with such desire and raw excitement my knees will hardly hold me up. After pulling off the cotton blouse and jeans I pop the hooks on the constricting bra, feeling a shiver of pure delight from the freedom my hard nipples can at last enjoy as the bit of black lace hits the floor. Next I strip off the clinging wetness of the nylon panty hose and the black, nylon lace bikini panties. The scent of musk escapes into the air as my fingers linger in the wetness between my opened thighs, wondering how I can go for a walk with incriminating evidence dripping down my legs. The tennis skirt now in place, along with the white stilettos I feel as shy as a virgin bride for some reason as I walk back into the living room; face feeling flushed, shoulders back, breasts pushed forward and aching for his touch. Expecting to see him in those tight jeans I love and bare-chested, I gasp in shock at his choice of "Costume" for the evening.
The uniform accentuates his broad shoulders and height. The brass badge on his chest and hat shinning in the candlelight. He is a former cop and now has an important job with Homeland Security, but he saved that uniform for special occasions. We have played with him dressed in it more than once, and even a couple of times with the badge on me, but do we dare to push the envelope and play "Cops" in public? It is going to be an interesting night.
His eyes dart over me from head to foot, lingering on my aching breasts and long, exposed, bare legs.
"Mmmm, what a tasty treat you are Pretty Lady. I think you may be dangerous and you are obviously armed, you definitely need to be restrained." He winks as the handcuffs dangle from his large hand. "Ready to go?"
I'm not completely sure that I'm ready to go out into the world almost naked but I let him place his arm around my waist and lead me out into the velvet-dark Southern night.
And what a night it is; sultry, humid with the scent of magnolias hanging heavily in the dark air. I breathe deeply and silently congratulate myself for being born Southern. I know it was only a matter of time before someone crosses our path as we stroll down the street, illuminated only by full moonlight and an occasional street light. Sean's strong, long arm of the law drapes over my shoulder while his fingers play games with my hardened nipples that should be illegal. I'm so turned on it's all I can do to hold myself back from moaning out loud, jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and begging for the pleasure of being filled with him.
"Like this Baby?" he asks as he pinches both buds harder with his fingers while nuzzling my neck and planting hot little kisses over my bare shoulders.
"Like it would be a definite understatement," I moan as my hand reaches behind me for his fly, effortlessly unzips it and pulls out the object of my desire. He's big and hard; sometimes, like tonight, I wonder how he can restrain himself so long in prolonged foreplay. He knows how to please a woman, again and again before releasing himself to the final pleasure.
I hear the click click, of high heels on the sidewalk heading toward us and looking up I spy an elderly lady, recognizing her as the librarian who checked out my books for me last week. My heart skips a beat and I wonder what Mr. Law Enforcement will do to get by with our blatant, scandalous display on a public street.
Before the unsuspecting librarian gets too near, Sean pushes me face forward and bends me over a low garden wall right in front of us as he presses the front of his body close to the back of mine, so close I can feel the hardness of his rod pushing against my bare buttocks that have peeked from beneath the short skirt.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…" He sounds so serious as he reads me my rights and then as the woman passes by us he remarks, "Evening Ma'am."
"Evening Officer," she replies while trying in vain to peek around his broad back to see the desperate criminal he had captured. "Glad to see our law enforcement officers working hard to keep our streets clean."
"Oh yes Ma'am, I'm working especially…hard…tonight and I can assure you this prisoner will get everything that's coming to her."
I feel his big hand quickly clasping over my mouth before the peal of raucous laughter can escape my lips while his other hand closes over one breast and gives it a firm squeeze, as the click of high heels fades into the distance.
After a little more of the pleasant sensation of his hands caressing my breasts and his hard shaft moving back and forth against the hot spot between my open thighs it feels like I can't stand another moment of not having him inside me.
"Sean, do you want me to beg?"
"Beg for what Hot Lady?
"You know"
"No, tell me."
"Beg for all nine of those hard inches deep inside me, surrounded by my wet, warm sugar walls, pushing deeper and deeper, thrusting harder until we both lose control. I want it Sean, can't wait much longer!"
"But we have to finish our walk first," He whispers in my ear as he lifts me up and we begin to walk side by side again while I wonder who will be the next witness to our sexual insanity.
In the distance I see them turn a corner and approach us, lost in their conversation. Two young women, most likely office workers walking home from work. One is blond and willowy the other a shorter and very beautiful Black girl. When they get close enough to see, Sean steps partially in front of me shielding my naked chest from view after quickly corralling his stallion and closing the zippered gate.
"Uh Uh, get busted girl?" the Black Beauty asks as a nervous laugh escapes from the shocked blonde.
"Yeah, something like that," I reply as they pass us by.
"That's one cop who can bust me anytime," she says in a sexy voice coupled with a warm giggle. "Take good care of her officer."
"Oh Yeah, I'll make sure she receives some corporal penalty maybe even a little cruel and 'unusual' punishment," Sean replies as he gives her a wink.
"Watch this," Sean remarks, as the girls cross to the other side of the street and he takes my arm, leading me to a car parked directly under a street light.
Once again he bends me over from the waist onto the hood of the car. I feel a brush of soft, sultry breeze as the wind lifts the tiny skirt up and over my waistline, fully exposing the rounded hips and the swelling wetness between my thighs that have opened with his authoritative command, "Spread em."
His hands are all over me, starting from my shoulders working their way slowly, deliberately down over every inch of my hot, tingling skin. Looking back over my shoulder, I can see the girls across the street, watching enraptured by our tryst. Soon they are joined by two men, possibly their boyfriends who stand close to the women, watching us with their mouths literally open in shock.
"Got any hidden weapons, Baby?" Sean asks as his hands slide up my thighs and his fingers gently, briefly caress the wet, lush forest between my legs before slipping two of his fingers deep inside as another divides velvet lips and finds my well hardened woman jewel. Moving the two fingers in and out in a rapid rhythm while the other moves in tiny circles against the source of my deepest pleasure, sends me into a frenzy of want.
"Sean please I can't wait, need you inside me Now!"
"Oh no Darlin, I'm not done yet,"
Pulling his fingers away from my hot spot he grasps my waist and throws me over his shoulder, my back exposed to the couples on the corner and providing a full moon. Then I feel the rush of wind against my skin as suddenly…WHACK…his big hand connects with my rear in a loud, playful smack. One of the women moans out a big Woooo Hooo and both of the men indulge in a wolf whistle. I'm so hot I feel like I'll faint and my body is squirming against his shoulders as I moan and beg him for more. We disappear around the corner out of the onlookers' view and I realize we are at the foot of the steps of city hall.
It's far too light from the over abundance of streetlights and much too close to danger of discovery by the authorities but I want it and I'm too far gone to worry about the danger. Sean pushes my back against the side of the stone steps as he grasps one of my thighs and pulls it up under his arm. Once again his hands find their prize with a skill that could melt any woman and cause her river to flow. He drops to his knees and I feel the soft wetness of his tongue against first one thigh then the other before dipping deeply within it's coveted destination between them. His tongue is driving me to total distraction, in and out and back up to play against passion's hard pearl. I grasp his hair and can't prevent the scream of ecstasy that escapes my lips as I feel my hot love potion flow into his mouth. Will someone hear, or see? Will we end up in jail?
He stands to his full height and covers my lips with his, they open and his tongue moves sensuously against mine, the taste of my love still in his mouth. His hands slip under my hips and my long legs wrap tightly around his waist as his hard sword, now huge with desire pushes forcefully into its waiting, wet sheath. Bouncing me up and down one of my breasts captured by his mouth and pulled deeply within while our pleasure mounts as his thrusts become faster and deeper.
The waves cover us with the depths of ecstasy as once again I feel the heat of my liquid love cover him and the warmth of his essence spilled deep within me. The silent Southern night fills with the sounds of pleasured moans and roars of delight. I melt like a rag doll in his strong arms as he pulls me close, my head resting against his shoulder. Yes he is a man who knows how to please a woman, again and again.
Returning to a state of semi-normalcy, I hear footsteps and look up to see, to my horror, the Chief of Police passing by. We will be arrested for sure! Tipping his hat to Sean, with a knowing smile, he says in a low tone,
"Carry on Officer"
And so we do; all night, back at the jungle.
