Swingers sex stories - Sensual and gentle for the ladies really

The sun spills across the garden, glissading in bright dancing fingers across the soft waters of the lake, which is moved gently by the soft warm breeze blowing softly from the west. The air of the garden is filled with the scents of flowers, who raise their bright petals to worship the sun, birdsong fills the stillness of the afternoon, calling in unison, knowing that in but a few hours, the purple mantle of night will steal across the verdant landscape, cocooning the world in a blanket of rest and renewal, before the bright sun again raises her head and warms the world again with the promise of renewed life.

My eyes are drawn to the smooth movement of a dragonfly, its emerald green body, reflecting the brightness on the water as it seems to dance, within millimetres of the surface, its wings a blur of movement, darting and dancing before stopping and changing direction as it fulfils it’s purpose.

My gaze is broken by a movement of your thigh, the tremor of the muscles stroking my cheek, as I lay, my head resting on the bright silk of your wrap around skirt, feeling the warmth of your skin and the tiny motions of your muscles as you move to stretch languorously like a cat, sleeping in the sun, dreaming of the hunt.

How long have we laid like this, just enjoying the unison of our two souls, chatting and laughing as we drank the cold, clear Chablis, eating of exotic and luscious fruits, rejoicing in the company and companionship that our meetings always bring.

You relax returning to your repose, I am anxious not to move for I fear disturbing you and I return to my dreamy state, my senses alive, attuned to the sounds around us the scents that surround. The soft grass mown only yesterday, the flowers, the gentle perfume with which you have anointed the gentle sensual areas of your body, the pulse points, where your blood courses in time with your heartbeat, the perfume fills the very air around you, more delicate than that of the abundant flowers in the garden.

I move my head gently, until the silk of your skirt just touches me lips, the very contact electrifying, making me move my feet at the sheer pleasure that the cloth brings to me, warmed and scented by your skin.

I feel your hand moving in my hair, stroking me in your soft doze as you may pet a kitten, each soft caress of my lips on your thigh, making you breath deeply, your fingers entwined in my hair.

I stretch gently, my head moving upon the sensual silk, my cheek touching the soft mound at the junction of your thighs, feeling the secret hair beneath, compact beneath the weight, my nose sensing the comfort that you feel, the gentle aroma of your arousal permeating the air around me, my breathing deepens, chest tensing as I realise that you are gently aroused, turning slightly, I nuzzle my nose, softly into the soft, silken mound my senses filled with the movement of the silk, the spring of your hair and the deep womanly scent, that is filling the atmosphere, that is my world at that moment.

I move the tip of my nose slowly, feeling the soft furrow that envelopes me, so real yet hidden from my eyes, knowing that below the silk, your panties will be smooth and sexy, then deeper the lips of your sex that are swollen, filled with blood, aching to draw me to you, wanting to be gently teased, before your clitoris, will peak from beneath the special hood, to give you your most special moment.

Still you seem to sleep, your fingers moving, but arching your back slightly as my hot breath seeps through the fabric, you are so hot and sweet my darling.

I take a couple of deeper breaths the scents of your slick, glistening oils, filling my nostrils and making my senses alive, because still hidden I know that your panties will be dampened from the freely flowed arousal, deep from within your wonderful pussy.

I am hoping that you will awake and draw mw to you, my lips to crush against yours, our tongues darting and exploring, simulating the movements of a hot, erect male spear, plunging deep inside you, before nipping each others lips, sharp teeth teasing the erotic sensitive flesh, to make us squirm and writhe together in intense, passion.

I become aware of my own arousal, the swollen and rigid flesh that fights against the front of my shorts, your scent making tiny darting sensations of pleasure flow from tip to deep in my groin, I feel the hardness in my balls, drawn up against my body.

I know then my desire and kneeling gently pick you up, clasping you to my chest, feeling your breasts, unfettered by a bra, pressing into me, the nipples, hard and peaked, clearly visible through the soft silk of your blouse, the ivory colour allowing the merest hint of the dark coral colour of your areole and the soft dusky skin from your holiday, powdered and perfumed with honeysuckle from your bathing this morning.

As I walk I look deep into your eyes, glossy yet in a seemingly dreamlike state, a trance of pleasure, a smile so gentle crosses your lips, giving me your assent.

As I walk the grass compressing, beneath my feet as I walk to the old yew tree that you have protected for years, its broad trunk, formed into the shape of a seat and covered with bright fresh moss, a pillow provided by nature, until gently I place you on your feet and as I sink to my knees, your arms reaching up to grasp the arms provided by two gnarled branches.

Running my hands delicately up your thighs, I feel a rippling in your muscles as I part the skirt, your skin, tanned and smooth, lovingly massaged with soft lotion, seems to glow in the diffused sunlight, beneath the canopy of the yew tree.

My eyes at last feast upon the smooth, front of you panties, a delicate pastel blue in colour, trimmed with a wide lace waistband that extends into a panel, that gives me a glimpse of your soft downy hair. The fabric is a shade darker at the junction of your thighs, evidence of how you are feeling and there I press my lips, feeling the heat that comes from deep within, the soft wetness making my tongue dance against you, then lower until at last I feel the moist furrow, with the tiny sensitive bud at its highest point.

Then my love, I shower kisses up and down your thighs, my tongue, gently licking, finding the extent of your wetness, then my hands, moving to grip your waist, I am surprised when I find two tiny bows, that are small and delicate in my fingers as I pull gently on the string, then like the opening curtain of a play, the panties part and separate, falling to the ground, so insignificant against the sight that I behold.

Your pussy is wet and swollen the soft lips proud and deep vermilion in colour, your soft hair wet and slick, glistening with your wetness.

I draw forward and press my lips into that sensual place, your hips pushing forward at the touch, a gentle moan escaping you, until my tongue, slides easily into the soft, furrow, feeling hot and sweet, licking from the grasping opening of your temple, until I circle the hard bud of your pearl like clitoris, which I circle with the tip of my tongue, greedily swallowing the freely running oils, the merest touches making you rotate your hips, thrusting against me, until my tongue finds the entrance and with the lightest pressure, is drawn deep inside you, allowing a wash of your oils to coat my whole face, running from my chin, as I thrust, my tongue erect like a miniature cock, held by the rippling muscles of you erotic tunnel.

I hear sounds within you as I withdraw and take your sensitive bud into my mouth, my nose buried in your soft hair, breathing the very life scent that you are emitting, until I grasp it between my lips, rubbing it gently against my teeth, until you tense and a muffled cry escapes you as your thighs grip my face, your back arched against the tree drawing on it’s strength to stay standing.

Soft words come from your lips, I am shocked I have never heard you speak in such a base way, making it all the more erotic.

Quickly I stand, my hands a blur, unfastening and letting the cotton shorts fall at my feet, feeling the breeze on the hard flesh that springs into the world.

Our eyes meet as I lift you beneath your buttocks, raising you up, as you pull on the branches and then allowing you to slide gently, my hardness needing no direction as it flies true as an arrow.

Your heat makes me gasp at the first contact, your muscles gripping me drawing me into you until our secret hair meshes, then together our movements in synchrony, as we glide, eyes fixed on the other as your wetness spreads about me, our skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as we move together towards our holy escape.

I dip my head, managing to catch your nipples, fully visible without undoing your blouse, not worried about the wetness, I suck and bite, making you wriggle against me my glans feeling your cervix as you try to draw me in bodily, to extract each and every millimetre that I have to offer.

Suddenly you scream I am thankful for our privacy, and force yourself downwards, this is the final moment, my balls already primed, gasp at the feeling and let my hot white, creamy cum erupt from the tip, a rush that threatens to overcome me, but your thighs clasp at my back drawing me to you, giving me strength as I feel the rhythmic suction of your erotic temple, greedily draining every drop, bathing you so completely, coating each rippling inch.

Then still trembling you un-entwine you legs, as I feel light-headed, then draw me to you, our lips now meeting in a violence of lust and pleasure, thrusting your nipples in the damp blouse to be crushed against my chest, tickling the hair, then you move downwards turning me to rest against the tree and I feel a sudden shock of pleasure as a sudden rush of hot breath precedes the feelings as my glans is drawn deeply into your mouth and your fingernails gently scratch and tease the sensitive flesh of the soft bag containing those orbs of desire.

Ooops there I am so old fashioned, my first effort,but its made me hot writing it, let me know what you think.
I would love to share more with some of you ladies:)



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