Lanai

Story time: Lanai

You had a good sleep, but woke a little early. Your hair is tousled and you're comfortable in your thin robe that you just threw on having just gotten quietly out of bed, covering your nude body. You silently slip onto the balcony, still comfortable in your robe since this is a calm, quiet morning in the tropics where we are vacationing.

The sun is just rising, and the morning breath of a wind off the ocean to the right has just enough of a chill to crinkle and stiffen your near naked nipples.

You tried to not rouse me as you got up and thought you were successful.

After some time, lost in thought, you feel my hand on the low of your back and a cup of coffee appears on the table beside you.

You look over your shoulder to acknowledge me and receive a gentle kiss on your lips as you feel my hand slip lower.

Turning back to the sunrise, you feel a small thrill as the hem of your robe slowly rises, just the back, and just enough to feel the skin of my thighs touch the back of yours.

That contact, and the warm, comforting contact of more skin, as my firmness snuggles securely between your cheeks.

I continue to envelope you with my arms, dropping the hem back in place, my hands crossing in front to give you a hug from behind.

You lean into me and push into my chest as we continue to watch the sunrise, no sound except for birds. No apparent witnesses to this morning tenderness.

Gradually my hands begin to explore, feeling to the taughtness of your nipples, changing the cause from chill breeze to warm friction as I caress your breasts. Feeling the full heft, taking the weight. Rolling your nubs in my fingers. Your breathing quickens and you feel yourself moisten, unconsciously pushing back into that heat splitting your crease.

The caresses continue, now inside your loosely tied gown, still covered... mostly. The hands roaming further afield higher to your neck, lower to your belly, lower... And now we both know how wet you are.

Nimble fingers play in a tangle of hair, dipping to your treasures, exploring the playground of your sex.

Suddenly the mood is briefly broken as a small stool bumps your legs, but that's okay, you know what it's for.

Stepping up, the comfort of the hard heat behind is lost momentarily, but its welcome presence returns more forward from underneath.

I rub myself against your slit, gathering your nectar, a slow delicious friction against your wet and swollen lips. Spasms shoot deep in you as the top of my cock hits your clit, causing a small clenching to the muscles in your vagina that only you can feel.

Till now all your hands could do was grip the balcony in support, not trusting, but trusting the trembling in your legs.

But now... the teasing has to finish and you have to be filled. Your pussy demands it!

Reaching down, you take the measure of the rhythm and hold me close to you. Counting 1.., 2.., 3..,... NOW!!!

Arching your back, leaning forward and guiding my cock, you aim true and sink down as I ride up, both of us grunting from the intensity as I sink into the depths of your heat.

Another deep spasm clenches onto me and now we both share your orgasm, a hiss of concentration escaping your lips. A pause to feel that wanted fullness with the pressure of my arms around you and my kisses on the back of your neck.

Soon the need speaks and you grind back, desperate to feel the rigidity in you push against the wet, sensitive walls of your pussy, no longer wanting a caress or a rub, but a pounding.

Something that you'll feel for the day as a sweet reminder.

You reach back with a hand and grab my flank, leaving slight scratches as you are now setting the pace, and it is one that any person recognizes as purpose.

There is sound now, and it is a little concerning to you as the rhythmic slap of thigh on thigh, belly to ass, and rapid rhythmic penetration is not the most quiet.

But it doesn't matter anymore, as the primal need to fuck has taken over, and this doesn't end till you are satisfied.

The ride is fast and intense, and not surprising, due to the intensity, quick in culmination.

With your guiding hand on my ass, your other hand playing a tempo that you know best on your clit and me holding and supporting, you feel two things happening at once.

You feel a further swelling in you as the familiar feeling of my near eruption comes, at the same time you feel something immeasurable building from deep within, it is huge and arriving with the inevitability of a tidal wave, and you hope that when it sweeps you away you can keep just enough control to stay on your feet and to stay your voice.

That incredible wave builds with the increasing pressure you feel from me and as you feel my eruption deep in you, feeling my cum splash your insides, it causes the wave to crest and roil through your body.

The spasms I feel milk me dry, but are nothing compared to the tense/release repeating all through your Pussy, your belly, up to your chest and down to your legs.

Grabbing out for support you lean against the balcony as after shocks continue to pummel your insides. You keep to your feet just barely, supported by my arms and by the softening firmness between your legs.

Gradually you can support yourself enough to disengage, whip around, and grab my face to share a toe curling kiss.

Grabbing my hand, you lead us inside for a needed shower, dropping the robe at the door and forgetting the untouched coffee no longer steaming on the table, and barely noticing the soft, appreciative claps from a solo audience somewhere below.