To those who would read my thoughtful words, imagine if you will a day of peace, a day of dreams, a day destined to be anything but run of the mill…imagine the woman is you.
I shall begin as I walk through the park on a sun drenched day, the afternoon is perfect, the sky clear blue, and folk are few as I take a walk to relax. I come to the edge of the park and see a young lady, reclined on a blanket; it is you, enjoying the peace of the day. I cannot help but look, your languished body laid out so sublimely, so beautiful in the sun, your sun drenched skin so appealing. You are wearing a snug fitted tank top and short shorts, both reveal the lush body hidden beneath, your shoes lay beside the blanket along with the book for now set aside, for you are almost in a state of sleepy rest…it is so peaceful, so serene. Little would you fathom the wondrous changes that will occur? I pause twenty yards away and gaze in awe of your beauty; at last I see you stir, you roll from your side to your back and stretch sleepily like a cat in the sunny peaceful place. Your muscles tighten with the stretching and I see the strength of them, my own muscles tighten in reply, one in particular finds grace with your image...my cock swells just looking at you as it forms a tent in my own loose fitted shorts, an embarrassment if anyone would be able to see, but luckily no one is on this side of the park...we are alone. I cannot stand as an idle observer and walk closer, you don't move at all, I guess you do not hear me approaching...I keep quiet as I draw nearer…at last I am only a foot away and stand over you as my breaths deepen, looking into your peaceful sleepy face, I don't want to wake you, only watch your chest rise and fall with your oh so sweet tits swelled like lush ripe melons and the curves that bring a joy to my eye and soul. I kneel beside you, you stir, but only to stretch again, for all intents you are asleep, and so beautiful in your repose that I can not kneel idly beside you. I lean over you and gently clasp my hand over your mouth to prevent you from yelling out. My other hand slides to your breast and cups it gently as I see you awaken startled. I speak in a whisper "Shhhh, I won't hurt you beautiful, I just couldn't resist." My hand plies your breast; I feel your nipple rise to the occasion and harden with desire. My smile says it all and I release my clamped hand from your mouth. My other hand fondles your tit with gentle caress as you find yourself aroused by a stranger taking liberties with you in a public place. I lean farther over and whisper again "I'm going to kiss you beautifull; just relax and give yourself over to the pleasure of my touch." My lips press to yours without a reply, as I deepen the kiss my lips part and my tongue invades your mouth, searching and finding yours willing to dance the twisted dance of intertwined tendrils. I quiver at the joining of our lips; my hand flourishes your tit more aggressively. My other hand lies upon your shoulder softly and then traces to you hairline behind your neck a slight pressure on the right spot and you groan when I touch that particular erogenous point. As I hear your breaths moan into my mouth I release your tit and gently trail my fingertips down to your mound. I feel your body react with an arch to your back to encourage me. I am most definitely encouraged as I find my cock swell even more than it had been. I push my fingers past the hem of your shorts and find a bit of lacey fabric covers the moist loins I seek. My fingers pull the fabric aside and caress your flower gently, but persuasively; our lips still pressed together I hear your groans increase in throaty lustful desire. Your body rises to meet my hand as I feel your moisture turn to wetness and a shiver runs through you as if you have cum already. I turn so that my hip is beside your ribs, my mouth has lost contact with your mouth, but I will make it better for us both soon, I know I will. I lean over you and pull the shorts farther to the side; your panties as well are slipped away, your sweet lips naked to my advance. My breath takes in your sweet musty scent as I descend upon your pussy. My tongue slips from my lips and lavishes the outer petals with wetted panting need. I gasp as I taste the first of your sweet nectar, the remains of the modest surge I have brought already to your body and soul. Deeper I delve into the lush flower that is your most intimate core as my tongue flies over it in gently sweeping licks of wonder. I find the nubbin swelled and take it to my mouth and suck it in hungrily; my tongue flickers around and over it with lustful need as I feel the surge of blood fully fill my manly tool, ready to finalize the event, yet I want to taste your cum in my mouth first licking and sucking faster to make it so, my hunger evident, my greed commanding…your body provides me with its creamy flavorful nectar as I had dreamed it would.