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Date Posted: 14:41:11 07/21/00 Fri
Author: Peter. (a.k. Dutch)
Subject: The Park. (Adult material)

We lay next to each other on our backs in the cool green gras of a meadow in the park, looking up to the sky spotting for some funny shaped clouds slowing drifting by on the slow damp eveningbreeze.
Every now and then the lazy draft gets more active and we listen to the sizzling whisper of the leafs at the trees, while a distant dog is barking, reciting his poem of love to a distant she, s listening in heat and wondering when her lover swings by to date her at the fence.
Every thing seems in perfect balance, the enchanting sounds of a long hot summerevening on which the sun is warming our bodies and a soft cool eveningbreeze sees to it that we don't get overheated too much.
I watch you secretly and see that a twirling draft caresses your long golden hair, while you're leaning back on your elbows to watch the children play, cheerfully running after a bouncing ball.
While I'm dreaming away by the fine lines of your attractive face, I can see your sensual tongue run quickly along your dry lips, obviously to moisten them, so that they sensually glance in the soft diffuse evening light.
The naughty eveningdraft grabs hold of one of your golden hairs, gently lifts it apart from the thousands of others to carefully fawn it down upon your attractive face, where it eventually gets captured by your fresh moistened lips.
The same exotic exiting breeze that dried your lips has placed the hair gently upon them, and now I'm awaiting your sensual gesture with which you will stroke away the naugthy hair that is teasingly tickling your erotic lips.
The building tension that lingers all around us in the warm evening atmosphere gets almost unbearable and finally you release some pressure and slowly remove the trespassing hair with an unexpected slow and lazy move of such divine grace, that I can do nothing else but gasp for some breath and swallow the knot in my throat, and I feel my love for you again has grown a little bit more.
I see your full lips slightly part from each other and for a brief moment a few golden beams of sunlight refect upon your perfect white teeth, while your whispering words slowly dance towards my ears carried by the heavy evening air: "Do you enjoy this lazy afternoon as much as I do, honey? It was such a good idea of you to release some pressure by spending a little time in the park..."
While your soft whisper lazily drifts away into the past, I only manage to stammer out an aproving "Uhuh", as my eyes further explore the divine lines of your goddess' body lying right next to me, obviously paralyzing my voice not to disturb to much of the swelling tension around the two of us.
The late exotic afternoon breeze naughtily continues to capture my attention and leads my eyes willingly further along your arousing shapes.
A sudden somewhat stronger wind comes rolling towards us and it presses your t-shirt firm against your perfect breasts for a brief moment, but yet long enough to let my heart jump with pleasant excitement as your erected nipples are clearly visible just long enough to realize you're wearing no bra while it makes my mind spin and arouse my tension.
You're still lying on your back beside me, leaning on your elbows and for a short moment you let your head fall back while a little moan submerges from the depths of your throat obviously to express how much you enjoyed the sensual caressing of that lazy rolling breeze against your body.
While your simple yet effective little moan of joy still tortures my aroused feelings, again I see your tongue run along the sensual lips to moisten them, while you slowly lift your head back up again, to continue watching the children play.
Immortalized pictures of our previous love making emerge from the subconscious, automatically triggered by your devious little play and a constant pulsing flow of pictures is fading into my dazzled brains while my ears translate the sounds of the sizzling leafes into the soft whisper of silk sheets moved around by the intense passion our twisting bodies create.
Without actually touching you I can feel the softness of your breasts again, the inciting pressure the hard erected nipples provide to the soft flesh of my palms, I can feel my nostrils being caressed again by the sweet scents of your gorgeous body, the softness of your sensual skin that feels like a peach, and the thrilling sight of your dawning rose.
From the waving of the green grass a little further down the lawn you see another breeze coming our way to kiss your enchanting body and I secretly watch you anticipating the upcoming erotic kiss by spreading your slim, endless long, smooth shaved legs slightly apart.
I slowly die by the wicked thoughts that slowly crawl into my mind and I desperately try to imagine what the effects are by letting the soft evening breeze kiss your private zone hidden by just a tiny skirt, you put on just before we went to lay down in the park.
The reflection that raced through my mind together with the magnificent picture of the two hard erected nipples erotically pinching through the shirt brings an even more arousing thought to my dazzled brains.
Slowly, painfully slowly I become aware of the breathtaking physical phenomenon that unfolds itself beneath the tiny skirt, between your luxurious shaped, endless long, suntanned legs, at the very same soft, warm and damp spot, where my caressing fingers often like to linger around and my tongue often tastes your willingness to recieve my hardened prove of the deep feelings I cherish in my heart.
Then the rolling wind has reached our spot and by your louder moan emerging from your deep throat I can conclude your little sensual sceme has worked and again your head falls back, again I see your tongue moisten your sensual lips just the way you do just before you wrap them around my hard and widened manhood.
Your simple words sound even mighty as insinuating: "Ohh, Peter..." and caught by surprise, like a little schoolboy secretly peeking under his schoolmistress' dress, I can only stammer a simple answer in reply: "But honey, I wasn't doing anything..."
You lift up your head again to look deep, very deep into my eyes, and although the evening sounds never actually stopped it seems to me as if I'm surrounded by a complete silence, in which I'm only able to anxiously endure the breathtaking magic spell with which you seem to paralyze all my senses.
A deviously triumphal, but fascinating smile curles around your sensual shining lips and I hear you softly whisper: "I know, but I wish you would, Oh Peter, let's go home, I want you, I need you to carry me to the heights where the winds are born from the mouths of the Gods..."

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