Enough for Me...

What a beautiful day it was. The sky was clear. The sun was shining. The air was warm. It was the perfect day for a ride in the convertible, and it seemed that the car agreed as it roared down the road with a precise but powerful grip through every twist and turn.

I looked over at her. She normally kept her hair up when I put the top down, but not today. Today she let her hair dance in the wind. A slight smile graced her luscious lips. Her dark, brown eyes were closed as she drank in the sensations of the ride down a country road on a perfect day. I decided that she did not simply glow. She radiated.

She must have felt the touch of my eyes as she slowly turned her head toward me and opened her eyes to look at her man with a look of perfect contentment. She lightly placed her hand upon mine. This was the man who had poured her champagne and read her sonnets while she relaxed in a delightful, candle-lit bubble bath. This was the man who had massaged her body with beautifully-scented oils while she drifted off to sleep, and awakened her with breakfast in bed. She lightly caressed his hand as he drove through the curves of the sunny road.

We pulled into the parking lot of the deserted park, and started walking down the wooded path. The warmth of the sun gave way to the cool shade of the trees as we sauntered along holding hands. She looked fantastic in her sundress, and he smiled as he admired the only clue that might have betrayed the secret of their true relationship. Not every woman could pull off the natural look, but the hair that graced her body only seemed to enhance her beauty. Somehow, it complemented the amazing femininity of her figure. Buxom, curvaceous, curvy- too often these terms were used to sugarcoat obesity. Not for her, she epitomized the classic, most beautiful sense of these terms. I laughed at this thought, our relationship, and my outrageous fortune as I looked down at my clean-shaven legs. "It will symbolize our new roles," she said as she handed me her old razor. I was the only one who had used it since.

We continued strolling down the path until we were deep inside the woods. It seemed odd that we were the only two people in the park on such a beautiful day, but it was still early on a Sunday morning and in a fairly remote park. She led us off the trail into a clearing, and sat on the end of a picnic table as she pulled me against her. She wrapped her arms around me, and engulfed me in a deep, intensely passionate kiss that melted the two of us into one. Our breaths entwined. My lips explored her ear, her neck, her cleavage, and returned to her lips for another steamy, eternal embrace. She placed her hands on either side of my head and broke off my caresses. Our breaths panted together. The look in her eyes revealed a hard simmer beginning to boil.

She lifted up the hem of her dress, and scooted herself up further on the end of the table to reveal the thick, dark hair of her sex. The naughty girl had not worn any panties, and the amount of moisture running down the inside of her thighs suggested that she had contemplated this moment when she suggested our little walk in the park this morning. I stepped in between her legs and began caressing the inside of her thighs with my hands. She began unbuckling my belt, and attempting to unbutton my pants. "Oh, God! I want you to fuck me, " she panted. "Get yourself inside of me now!" she commanded as she pulled forth the instrument of her pleasure. Our hands placed the enormous instrument at her smoldering opening, and she pulled me into her as I thrust forward. She gasped slightly and held her breath as she felt herself slowly stretched by my entry until I was pressed deep within her. I could feel her heat and wetness against my clean-shaven skin as she growled at me to fuck her. hard. Who was I to disappoint?

I clambered within myself- trying to climb on top of the tension and frustration. If only I could get on top of it, I could ride it. Ride it like a wave. That was the only way. I continued thrusting deeply within her. I could feel her warm arms wrapped around me, and the heat of her ragged breath as her moans and grunts alternated with pants and gasps. If only I could get on top of it all- forget that my release was not for many months to come, forget the pain as my cock swelled within its tube, forget that the cries from my beautiful lover were coming not from me, but from the thrusts of the dildo sheath that encased my chastised cock. The sheath was part of me now- held in place by the piercing that kept me constrained with a tight metal enclosure. I was her stud. I was an instrument for her pleasure. Her pleasure was mine. And as I felt the heat of her passion, and lost myself in the echoes of her cries amongst the trees of this remote forest, I realized at last that this was enough for me.

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