Post by Kitten on Jul 30, 2008 5:51:57 GMT -5
I have not been able to add this to the password protected forum as yet so if you are under 18 do not read, contains scenes of a sexual nature 
It is a scorching hot day, Natalie is sunbathing, waiting for her boyfriend, Hayden is busy cutting the grass, he wants Natalie to notice him, and things spiral from there.
**
Grass
**
She lay there contemplating, the heat from the sun beating off everything in soft waves. She gives way to a watery sigh, feeling like she could stay in that moment forever. The only sound is the slight breeze as it rustles the small blades of green. The frilly hem of her dress shifts restlessly against her thigh at the heated waft of air
She gives another sigh of contentment, letting the suns rays warm and golden her skin.
He gives a curse, wiping the sweat from his brow, licking his lips as he feels his throat stretch, tingling, aching for liquid. He eases the mower down, turning his head, he begins to contemplate the brief relief of the cool indoors, it is then that he sees her laid there on the grass; limbs akimbo, and yet artful in their apparent laziness.
She makes no motion that she has seen or even heard his presence, suddenly thirst forgotten he decides to venture towards her, though what words he will use he is unsure
He slowly makes his way towards her, sun gleaming against the rim of her glasses. He smirks to himself as he watches her; He wipes the back of his neck as he nears her, mouth drying further as he looks upon her golden skin, dewily glistening in the heat, mouth puckered and damp, ripe for kissing. He swallows as he sees one dark areole through the skimpy cotton she thought was preserving her modesty, when in reality, the sunlight was exposing tantalising glimpses to his hungry gaze
He gives a harsh juddery breath, she tenses for a moment, but then a feline smile curves her lips, she lies and waits for him to make his move…she does not need to wait long.
Empowered suddenly by her seeming passivity he leans down, stroking a skein of hair from her cheek, when she makes no response but a lazy smile, he feels his heart shudder, suddenly finding himself cupping the warm skin, thumb grazing against it tenderly
Heart now so loud he feared, he waits for her to pass comment on it, she does not. He eases down beside her on the grass, hand capturing hers as she grazes it along his chest. She giggles, eyes remaining closed, sighing with bliss as he kisses the fingertips. She keeps her eyes closed, to heighten the feeling, to tease them both further
He nuzzles her cheek, cupping the dainty breast encased in cotton. He begins teasing the ripening bud, the flesh between his legs twitching and hardening as he sees the cotton rise to accommodate the taut flesh. She gives a juddery mewl as he strokes his thumb over it, mouth grazing hers softly, gently stroking her neck, easing the strap down, exposing the raspberry point and the quivering flesh, part golden, part creamy white.
He gives a tortured mewl, cupping the entire mound in one palm, giving it a loving squeeze, mouth capturing hers again, her fingertips graze his shoulders as she feels the gnawing tingle begin, she feels herself quiver, growing damp as she jerks against the teasing hands, growing breathless. It seems to her ever fibre of her being is aflame, her very being, she longs to throw herself from the tormenting embrace, run, scream, hit, anything to release this aching tension within her, and yet she does none of these things, she just waits, heart in mouth unable to move
He suckles the nipple, moaning softly against the flesh as he does so, she shivers as she feels the ridge of his hardness against her thigh, she licks her lips, the tension dwindling slightly to smug satisfaction, to know that he is as tormented as she is, to feel the power of his need, to know that it was a need she had created
Then, all thought is lost as she feels his fingers skim her thighs, brushing tantalisingly against her mound. Her very centre pulses at the mere touch, she arches as she feels the slickness between the tingling lips.
Gasping as, without warning it seems, a hard ridge of flesh is encased in the slick walls, advancing then retreating swiftly, she grasps the short blades underneath her fingers, willing herself upwards towards the elusive finger, panting, cheeks flushed, mouth softly agape, her arrowing body pleading for more
It advances, retreats again, waiting a heartbeat before repeating the same actions, her very blood is buzzing now, the hard dainty nub, glistening between her thighs, flowering under the maddening thrusts, begging to be noticed and lavished with attention
He deliberately ignores the swollen bud, relishing her keening mewls, his thrusting fingers no longer tentative, but strong and deep, breath whistling through his teeth, chest heaving, heart thundering as her juices coat the digits
Unable to endure anymore, the pad of his thumb rotates over her aching spot, they both moan loudly, a few more testing strokes and he knew that she was close to release. He longed to be inside her, a need so deep he could almost taste it. He had ached for her for too long, today his lovesick heart could take no more, he had to make her notice him, he had to make her his
He parts her thighs, sliding a hand under her neck raising her up, she dazedly opens her eyes, he is oblivious to her gasping surprise as he thrusts into her. They both quiver
“I…”
“Sssh” he soothes as he grasps her thighs beginning to thrust into her. The tormenting ache at the juncture of her thighs stops any complaint from spilling from her lips, he was so big, he filled her utterly, and she revelled in the feeling
All the breath leaves his body as he fills her completely, she was so tight and wet, fitting him like a glove, he can’t speak, all he can do is let his body do the talking, he holds her close, thrust after thrust,
“Oh Nat” he whispers against her silky curls, cupping her buttocks as she just gives a panting rasp, no words, just slamming her hips against his
“Nat…” he moans again, as she clutches at the skin of his back, grunting as he feels the rush of wetness then teasing fluttery kisses as her muscles clamp round his thrusting flesh. Her name becomes a mantra, as his restraint is broken loose with her peak, thrusting into her again and again until he comes with a harsh cry, spurting his seed inside her still quivering core
They lay there, hearts beating wildly
“You OK?” he whispers, stroking her hair back from her face, kissing her cheek
She nods, then shakes her head
“Nat?”
“I didn’t know it was you…”
Hayden laughs softly
“Some of the time or all of it”
“Most of it” she giggles despite herself
He sighs, gathering her close in his arms
She giggles again as she realises they are still half naked the grass tickling their skin
“Are you sorry it was me?” he whispers
She looks up at the house suddenly, as if afraid another would suddenly appear, but of course they do not, she looks at him, then the house again
“No”
He smiles then, and she loses all worry or doubt
“Should we go in?”
He shakes his head
“Not yet”
So they lay there, with the sun beating down, and the sweet smell of grass in the air, and a smile on their lips
The End
It is a scorching hot day, Natalie is sunbathing, waiting for her boyfriend, Hayden is busy cutting the grass, he wants Natalie to notice him, and things spiral from there.
**
Grass
**
She lay there contemplating, the heat from the sun beating off everything in soft waves. She gives way to a watery sigh, feeling like she could stay in that moment forever. The only sound is the slight breeze as it rustles the small blades of green. The frilly hem of her dress shifts restlessly against her thigh at the heated waft of air
She gives another sigh of contentment, letting the suns rays warm and golden her skin.
He gives a curse, wiping the sweat from his brow, licking his lips as he feels his throat stretch, tingling, aching for liquid. He eases the mower down, turning his head, he begins to contemplate the brief relief of the cool indoors, it is then that he sees her laid there on the grass; limbs akimbo, and yet artful in their apparent laziness.
She makes no motion that she has seen or even heard his presence, suddenly thirst forgotten he decides to venture towards her, though what words he will use he is unsure
He slowly makes his way towards her, sun gleaming against the rim of her glasses. He smirks to himself as he watches her; He wipes the back of his neck as he nears her, mouth drying further as he looks upon her golden skin, dewily glistening in the heat, mouth puckered and damp, ripe for kissing. He swallows as he sees one dark areole through the skimpy cotton she thought was preserving her modesty, when in reality, the sunlight was exposing tantalising glimpses to his hungry gaze
He gives a harsh juddery breath, she tenses for a moment, but then a feline smile curves her lips, she lies and waits for him to make his move…she does not need to wait long.
Empowered suddenly by her seeming passivity he leans down, stroking a skein of hair from her cheek, when she makes no response but a lazy smile, he feels his heart shudder, suddenly finding himself cupping the warm skin, thumb grazing against it tenderly
Heart now so loud he feared, he waits for her to pass comment on it, she does not. He eases down beside her on the grass, hand capturing hers as she grazes it along his chest. She giggles, eyes remaining closed, sighing with bliss as he kisses the fingertips. She keeps her eyes closed, to heighten the feeling, to tease them both further
He nuzzles her cheek, cupping the dainty breast encased in cotton. He begins teasing the ripening bud, the flesh between his legs twitching and hardening as he sees the cotton rise to accommodate the taut flesh. She gives a juddery mewl as he strokes his thumb over it, mouth grazing hers softly, gently stroking her neck, easing the strap down, exposing the raspberry point and the quivering flesh, part golden, part creamy white.
He gives a tortured mewl, cupping the entire mound in one palm, giving it a loving squeeze, mouth capturing hers again, her fingertips graze his shoulders as she feels the gnawing tingle begin, she feels herself quiver, growing damp as she jerks against the teasing hands, growing breathless. It seems to her ever fibre of her being is aflame, her very being, she longs to throw herself from the tormenting embrace, run, scream, hit, anything to release this aching tension within her, and yet she does none of these things, she just waits, heart in mouth unable to move
He suckles the nipple, moaning softly against the flesh as he does so, she shivers as she feels the ridge of his hardness against her thigh, she licks her lips, the tension dwindling slightly to smug satisfaction, to know that he is as tormented as she is, to feel the power of his need, to know that it was a need she had created
Then, all thought is lost as she feels his fingers skim her thighs, brushing tantalisingly against her mound. Her very centre pulses at the mere touch, she arches as she feels the slickness between the tingling lips.
Gasping as, without warning it seems, a hard ridge of flesh is encased in the slick walls, advancing then retreating swiftly, she grasps the short blades underneath her fingers, willing herself upwards towards the elusive finger, panting, cheeks flushed, mouth softly agape, her arrowing body pleading for more
It advances, retreats again, waiting a heartbeat before repeating the same actions, her very blood is buzzing now, the hard dainty nub, glistening between her thighs, flowering under the maddening thrusts, begging to be noticed and lavished with attention
He deliberately ignores the swollen bud, relishing her keening mewls, his thrusting fingers no longer tentative, but strong and deep, breath whistling through his teeth, chest heaving, heart thundering as her juices coat the digits
Unable to endure anymore, the pad of his thumb rotates over her aching spot, they both moan loudly, a few more testing strokes and he knew that she was close to release. He longed to be inside her, a need so deep he could almost taste it. He had ached for her for too long, today his lovesick heart could take no more, he had to make her notice him, he had to make her his
He parts her thighs, sliding a hand under her neck raising her up, she dazedly opens her eyes, he is oblivious to her gasping surprise as he thrusts into her. They both quiver
“I…”
“Sssh” he soothes as he grasps her thighs beginning to thrust into her. The tormenting ache at the juncture of her thighs stops any complaint from spilling from her lips, he was so big, he filled her utterly, and she revelled in the feeling
All the breath leaves his body as he fills her completely, she was so tight and wet, fitting him like a glove, he can’t speak, all he can do is let his body do the talking, he holds her close, thrust after thrust,
“Oh Nat” he whispers against her silky curls, cupping her buttocks as she just gives a panting rasp, no words, just slamming her hips against his
“Nat…” he moans again, as she clutches at the skin of his back, grunting as he feels the rush of wetness then teasing fluttery kisses as her muscles clamp round his thrusting flesh. Her name becomes a mantra, as his restraint is broken loose with her peak, thrusting into her again and again until he comes with a harsh cry, spurting his seed inside her still quivering core
They lay there, hearts beating wildly
“You OK?” he whispers, stroking her hair back from her face, kissing her cheek
She nods, then shakes her head
“Nat?”
“I didn’t know it was you…”
Hayden laughs softly
“Some of the time or all of it”
“Most of it” she giggles despite herself
He sighs, gathering her close in his arms
She giggles again as she realises they are still half naked the grass tickling their skin
“Are you sorry it was me?” he whispers
She looks up at the house suddenly, as if afraid another would suddenly appear, but of course they do not, she looks at him, then the house again
“No”
He smiles then, and she loses all worry or doubt
“Should we go in?”
He shakes his head
“Not yet”
So they lay there, with the sun beating down, and the sweet smell of grass in the air, and a smile on their lips
The End
