The real world begins to bleed back thru the haze of our minds.
The morning has changed into afternoon. My hands wonder over Celias back and soft place re-exploring her as if for the first time. The phone rings jerking us back to the reality of life.
The answering machine picks up the annoying call that has interupted our tryst. I ask Celia if she is hungry, her response is a resounding yes, what do you have to eat? My initial response was "Well how about me"? A giggle from her tells me my humor is appreciated.
As I turn to the refrigerator, she bounces over to the overstuffed leather couch and flops down waiting to see what I can find to eat. The contrast of her bronze body against the burgundy couch is incredible. I stop and stare at her not able to get enough. Our eyes meet and she asks what is wrong? I tell her that she is the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She smiles radiantly at me, and thanks me.
Returning from the refrigerator with a bowl of fresh fruit and a bottle of wine, I sit down beside her and start to feed her bits of very ripe cantelope, strawberries, and honey dew.
The juices from the fruit dribble delicately from her lips, down her chin and onto ber tits and stomach.
We both giggle and I get up to get a towel, but am stopped by a hand wrapped around my pecker.
No need for that "why don't you just toy me clean". I obey quickly.
My mouth meets hers and I proceed to toy her lips and chin, next I nibble down her chin and neck, toying and sucking as I go. Tiny moans start to emit from her.
Licking down her chest I can not help but fondle those magnificent orbs.
Her nipples jump between my fingers. These tiny jutting beauties beg for my lips and tongue. Tthe fruit juice on them is just an added perk. Celias body shudders as my tongue envelopes her nipples, they must be extermely sesative and eager. Her eys are fixed on me when I look up. Her words are weak and gaspy. "Please play me, please play my hot softness now, Please, please! I couldn't tell if this was a request or if she was actually begging. Non the less I will oblige. As I position myself between her thighs, I see a huge wet spot |
