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The Other Woman by Tina Hess |
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The night sky is painted orange-red as the sun lies down to sleep. I'm sitting by the river on an old boat dock rickety with missing planks. The slightest wave rocks the dock like a hammock in the wind. We agreed this would be the perfect place to meet tonight. I think of you as I make figure eights in the water with my toes and gaze at specks of small fishing boats in the distance. The stars are just so beautiful as they dance in the water, that I've become mesmerized. I don't even hear your car pull up in the lot behind me until your car door shuts and you say my name. A sensual fever heats my body as I hear your first step on the dock, coming towards me. You're early tonight, I say softly as you kneel behind me and kiss the back of my neck. Hot chills ripple through my body like a summer breeze through the river water. I don't have long tonight, you sigh in between kisses that trail around to my face as I rise on my knees and turn to see you. Moonlight showers your face, illuminates your hungry smile as I slide my lips across yours playfully before letting my tongue find it's way to yours to meld as one. Our hands, joined at the beginning of our kiss, now explore hungrily; fondling and caressing clothed treasures. I feel you begin to softly unbutton my blouse, starting at the bottom button, running your hand over my stomach before moving upward to my breasts, bare under the thin fabric of my shirt, nipples hardening as your fingers brush against them. It's been days since we've been able to sneak away together and tonight is like the first time all over again as your lips stray down my neck. My hands roam down your chest and to your pants, alive with the need to touch, and quickly unfasten them as my hand slides in gently against your skin. You moan softly as my fingers wrap gently around your manhood and begin to slide up and down slowly. With another moan, you pinch my nipples between your fingers before running your hand eagerly up my skirt. Pushing my moistened satin panties to the side, I feel your hand against me, setting me on fire, as your fingers find their way between my lips and to hot-wet cravings for you. Your fingers slide in and out of, tease me, and make me squirm on your hand. It fuels your excitement, too, as your hardness now throbs. Your expert touch excites me; sends me to the edge. You guide me to lie back on the dock to gaze at the stars as you replace fingers with your tongue, raising your moist digits for me to lick clean. Once again, within minutes, I am on the edge as I moan and shudder and buck my hips into your face. I hear you groan with your own excitement as the sweet quakes that rack my body subside and my release fills the night with the scent of our passion. The water splashes against the dock as I pull you up to me and cover your wet lips with my own as my hands race to push your pants below your waist. As we kiss, the need to possess you grows, consumes me like a raging fire within roaring to break free and spread. Your hands caress my breasts, trace along them as you pull your lips away from mine to take a nipple in your mouth, biting it gently. The dock rocks slowly with the wind and refuels my urgency to become one with you. My hand once again slides down and wraps around your hard cock, now drooling from all the excitement. I run my thumb over the top before stroking the length of it. You groan. Spreading my legs, I guide you to the part of me that aches to be filled by you, sliding your cock around in my wetness, teasing us both. You raise your head and gaze in my eyes. I can see the desire dancing on your face as you kiss me lightly and I slowly guide you inside of me. Our eyes locked, you relieve the wind of its duties as the dock sways to your rhythm. Our bodies? move as one as the heat between us soaks us with sweat. I grind my hips up and into you, bringing you closer to me and challenging your slow steady rhythm. Sliding my hands down your back, I grab you and push you deeper as I once again thrust my hips upward. Biting my shoulder, your rhythm intensifies, becomes faster as you begin to build towards your much-needed climax. Your breathing becomes heavy as you pound into me; all the way in and all the way out in a frenzied pace as your eyes devour me and your hands roam madly over my body. I clench you deep inside of me as the fire inside me finally escapes with orgasmic screams and fireworks that rock you as you thrust inside me one last time. In small tremors, I feel your release fill me; quench me as you collapse beside me on the dock. I feel your finger trail up my arm as I listen to your breathing slow. Your composure regained, you lean over and brush your lips against mine with words of love before sitting up to retrieve articles of clothing scattered at your feet. It's time for you to go. I touch your back gently; memorizing the feel of your skin under my fingertips and feel you tremble from my touch. Your delighted reaction inspires me and I begin to trail light kisses down your back starting at your neck and winding down. I want you again, you groan hungrily, turning your head to snatch my lips into your own. The fire reignited, I move around to face you and slide down on your lap, once again guiding your hardening cock inside of me and sighing as I feel your inches expand to fill me. I rock back and forth on your lap slowly as the waves roll in and ebb away again; our tongues slow dancing under the moonlight, clinging in the knowledge that soon it will be time to part. It will be only moments later when our lustful screams serenade the night, making the stars shine a little brighter and the water ripple in excitement as we crash into each other, exhausted, as one. I hear your car pull away as I lie on the dock watching the clouds veil the stars. I follow the sound until it fades away and the only sound left is a motorboat trolling in the water off in the distance. The night breeze seems cold now and I stand to arrange my clothing to go, as the memory of our night overflows and trickles down my legs. I miss you already. You'll be home soon and she'll wonder where you've been as I am left to wonder why you go. |
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