I met Danielle at the stables just as every time before. She already had Skipper and Dusty saddled and ready to ride. Danny had a very devilish grin on her face...for some unknown reason. I had spent nights, alone in front of the fire trying to figure out how to tell this woman just how special she is to me. She was wearing a tight pair of Levi's today with a rip over the right knee, and a soft cotton blouse. My thoughts began to wonder as she put her foot in the stirrup, and lifted herself up in the saddle.
Her long, dark hair and enchanting eyes reminded me of some of the Cherokee women I had met on the reservation last summer. I imagined the curves of her body in my hands as she looked back and asked me "what are you waiting on?" I quickly mounted Dusty and kicked him gently in the flanks. I couldn't wait to get started. I heard Danielle trotting down the trail behind me that led to the beach. For a moment, I was stuck in time.
It was somewhat like being in a vacuum when I looked at her. Everything seemed to freeze around her. It all seemed so irrelevant compared to her presence. She took the lead as we galloped down to the surf. I tried to stay in reality. The ocean licked at the shoreline. I could see the seagulls up ahead playing on the sand. Their wings spreading wide as they scurried for food. I watched as her perfect ass went up and down on the seat. She pulled Skipper into a steady run.
I pulled up beside her. The salty spray had drenched her blouse. I noticed she was bare beneath it. Her bouncing nipples were erect. I wondered to myself why she chose to leave her bra behind today. We had rode together several times without a hint of attraction displayed. She pushed in front of me, then trailed back up on the dunes. She was headed in the direction of the most romantic, secluded spot on the beach. I had been past here several times on my morning jogs.
She dropped down off of her horse, then tied him to a large, gnarly piece of driftwood. I followed her footprints in the warm sand. I followed mostly in pursuit of something to quench the thirst she had ignited inside of me. Over the ridge I found her sitting on a blanket. A bottle of wine peeked out from the open color. Fresh, shiny fruit was piled in a wicker basket. My heart raced. This entire day had been planned!
"Had my desire been detected?" I questioned myself. I had tried so hard to hide the way my heart raced when I was in the glow of her essence. I fell on my knees before her and delivered the most tantalizing kiss my lips had ever performed. My warm tongue was engulfed in the heat of hers. It slid, with a mission, between her pouty lips. I pushed her back gently. I could feel the damp clothes between forming steam in our desire.
One by one I unbuttoned her shirt...licking teasingly at each area of inviting skin disclosed. Small moans of anticipation escaped her throat. I pulled her nipple gently between my teeth. She tasted of salt from the sea. I pulled the shirt down from her shoulders...continued the trail down her firm stomach...located the button on her jeans. With my teeth, I tugged at the buttons. The zipper slid down in my heated attempts to find my hidden treasure.
There was my point of interest in front of me. It was all trimmed and waiting impatiently on me. She lifted her hips from the blanket as I peeled her out of her jeans. Her legs were even more awesome than I had imagined. I had a short flashback to all of the times I had envisioned them wrapped around my neck. I leaned in, nibbling on her outer flesh. I could see her delicious liquid gathering. Her hips began to squirm under me.
Her pearl peeked out from her folds, and I knew by her texture that she was dying for me to take her. My long tongue slid in. I imagined that she tasted even better than the fruit she had brought for us to eat. That gave me an idea. Keeping my mouth on her hard clit, I reached over blindly with my right hand. I searched the blanket until my fingers grasped the fruit. I fumbled for my choice and pulled the banana out of the basket. She spotted it and lifted her hips even further to welcome my naughty penetration.
The fruit plunged right in. I sucked her sticky lips into my mouth. They were swollen with anticipation. I began sliding my sweet tool in and out of her in perfect motion. I could tell by her movements that the tip was stabbing hard against her g spot. She started grinding harder against my face. She fucked harder and faster as I stepped up the speed of penetration. Her body jerked in simultaneous spasms as I swallowed her exotic concoction.
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