Fantasies are somewhat lonely if they are never shared, wouldn't you think?
Sometimes, even if it causes me to blush, I enjoy the telling, the sharing. I
think you might just understand that. Or maybe, I'm just an exhibitionist at
heart (Although I doubt it) ;).... Hope you enjoy ...
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I imagine meeting you on a secluded beach for a picnic, bringing the basket and
a light blanket with me. As I walk up to you on the beach, both of us smiling,
time stolen from the normal hectic schedule, I feel myself getting warmer
immediately... the effect you always have on me. After hastily placing the
picnic basket on the warm sand, I lean against you for a long sweet kiss. With
none of the urgency that would normally characterize such an encounter your
tongue traces my parted lips before sliding into my mouth, gently dueling with
my tongue, enjoying the intimate moment. 

I step away from you reluctantly to spread the blanket on the warm sand, both
of us laughing as the ocean breeze twists the blanket around, defying my
efforts. Finally, after some help, the blanket lies obediently on the sand. We
sit closely on the blanket, touching each other, because I can't stand not
touching you. Our knees touch, my hand rests on your thigh as we kiss slowly,
over and over again, enjoying the warm sun and the taste of each other.

I eventually pull the food out of the basket and we share a plate, feeding each
other tiny bits of food. We follow it with sweet kisses and cool wine we drink
from plastic champagne glasses. Soon, inevitably, the kisses and wine are more
appealing than the food, and the plate is set carelessly aside.  Breathing
slightly harder as we kiss long and hard, your lips move to my jaw, then my
neck, sucking and nibbling. With little hesitancy, your tongue caresses the
sensitive curves of my upper body, moving lower when I moan, to the v neck of
my dress, and beyond that to the cleavage of my breasts. Your fingers easily
unfasten the buttons to part the dress, undoing the clasp of my bra to expose
my breasts to your touch, your taste. As you teasingly avoid the swollen
nipples, you explore my breasts, gently caressing the sensitive skin. Your warm
fingertips trace tiny patterns, concentric circles around my taut buds, without
once brushing them. I am leaning back on one arm now, still sitting, but half-
reclined as you hover above me, teasing, still teasing, still not touching my
aching nipples.

I whisper your name, and your eyes meet mine, questioning.  Slowly,
deliberately, I pour a few drops of the wine over my chest, allowing it to
spill over my breasts. The sweet droplets hang suspended from the tips. With a
grin and a low groan, your mouth finally covers the nipple, your tongue
swirling over the swollen nipple to remove the traces of wine, lingering on one
then moving to the other... My body shudders at the warmth of your mouth, the
erotic feeling of sharing this intimacy in a public place, however secluded.

Both of us laying down, you continue kissing my nipples, nibbling lightly,
teasing and enflaming me. Your hand skims along my thigh, pushing the skirt of
the dress up to my hip, pulling my leg over your hip so that your fingers can
slip around to stroke the smooth skin of my hip. Sliding along the lacy back of
my thong panties, you lightly caress the smooth skin of my bottom with your
fingertips, slowly moving forward to the moist silk over my center. Pressing
your fingers lightly against the fabric, you tease me mercilessly, tracing the
lacy edge on the sides, slowly,deliciously. Applying a slight increased
pressure, you trace the lips through the fabric, causing me to moan, shivering
against your body. My breathing is noticably harder now, my body hot, eager for
more.

As your hands explore, mine are doing the same to you, fondling your chest,
teasing the nipples with my hands under your shirt, enjoying the way your
breathing picks up, and your heart rate speeds up. My hands slip lower to the
waist of your pants, your stomach tightening involuntarily, unmistakably an
invitation. My fingers slip under the waistband into the thick fur obligingly.
Twisting beneath the fabric, they move still lower to trace the hard shaft of
your manhood. Unable to reach further within the still-fastened pants, my hands
reluctantly retreat to manipulate the offending fasteners, allowing both hands
room to roam. As one hand closes gently but firmly over your thick veined
shaft, the other hand slips in and cradles your balls. I feel your fingers slip
under the silk to stroke lightly over my wet lips of my heat.

Groaning out loud, I grip your throbbing hard meat tightly, squeezing it as i
get so excited and feeling it pulsate quickly in response.	My hands are wedged
between our bodies, still stroking, caressing you.
Your fingers now ease into my warmth, avoiding the sensitive clit, slipping
into the wet opening, thrusting in and out several times feeling the slick
moisture flowing.  Teasingly your fingertip moves to almost touch the tender
bud, then dip back inside so that your fingers are wetly coated with my obvious
arousal.

Pressing closer still, I have to move my hands as your groin presses against
mine. Your fingers repeatedly stroke, your arm still around my hip, still
teasing and not yet touching my clit. I feel the hard tip of your manhood
pressed against my mound briefly before nudging lower so that it is resting
just above my clit. My body jerks in response, my fingers clenching in your
hair. Trembling, my hips move instinctively against you, rewarded when you slip
a fraction lower to press directly on the throbbing button. I moan, arching my
body closer to yours squeezing the clit between your probing fingers and your
throbbing hardness. I gasp for air, uncontrollably excited, i clench at your
shoulders, squeeze my leg tighter around your hip. Sliding your fingers out of
the way, you ease forward, your hard cock sliding in the slightest inch, the
shaft pressing tightly against my clit. As you press deeper, stroking slowly in
and out, each thrust carries you further into my welcoming sheath. Your wet
fingers tease around to probe at my bottom, searching for the sensitive ring,
stroking over it, one digit gently insinuating itself within the soft pucker,
wiggling almost imperceptibly. 

So aroused that we never consider changing positions, our bodies move in
harmonious abandon. With each thrust, your shaft slips within the tight embrace
of my body, stroking along the clit, causing my body to arch and shake. I feel
the explosion building inside me and my hand slips into the back of your
pants--loosened and open, but still on you--and my fingers grasp your hips,
pulling you closer. I squeeze you with my leg and with my internal muscles. I
am aware of the tension in your body building as well. Finally, as your body
begins to shake slightly, I am unable to hold back the feelings any longer. I
feel the incredible explosions starting, little ones at first, ripples of
delight which cause me to gasp and moan. As my body spasms, tightly gripping
your throbbing hardness, I continue climaxing, one explosion after another,
swept away in the sensation. I feel your shaft beginning to pulse as your own
explosion begins, just as the most intense waves of my release wash over me. I
am nearly screaming now, crying, feeling the powerful rush of intense feeling
take over my body and obliterate my thoughts entirely. The feeling of your
explosion inside me causes a flurry of secondary ripples, and I find myself
desperately gasping for air.

My sweaty forehead leans against your heaving chest, contented and utterly
sated. My breathing is still labored and  my heart beating so rapidly, I am
barely able to speak. Yet, as I whisper your name, and how incredible you made
me feel, our lips meet again, tenderly and leisurely. Our breathing gradually
slows as you soften inside me and our bodies relax against each other.