A Wifey for the Bad Boy(199)

When we emerged by the lake I couldn't believe it. This time there was nobody else around. I gazed out at the beautiful sight of the water before me, then I turned when I heard the sound of clothes being pulled off. Once again Clara was stripping down but this time she wasn't stopping at her underwear. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell away and my mouth fell down. Her breasts were large, round, pert, and her nipples stuck out, pointing directly at me. She wriggled out of her panties, showing me her most intimate area, baring everything to me and the moon. She sauntered forward and before I knew it we were locked in an embrace. Her blazing lips were locked with mine and her tongue was deep in my throat. Her hands ran around my hair and my back, pulling me into her, using all the tricks she used in her profession to find the tender parts of my body and make the pleasure ooze out, and my flailing arms eventually wrapped around her body. My fingers ran down her naked flesh and I felt goosebumps ripple over the skin. On the balmy night I knew it wasn't the temperature causing these, but my touch. I smiled as I dug my nails into her skin and made her gasp. A hot breath passed between us and she smiled a sultry smile.

She ran her hands down the sides of my body, deliberately not touching my breasts, saving that for later, and took the ends of my top in between her fingers and slowly pulled it over my head. She turned me around and unclasped my bra, then I felt her hands come around my body and play with my breasts, pinching my nipples. My head leaned back against the nape of her neck and my eyes squeezed shut. I felt her breasts press against my back, and then, deeper, her heartbeat thundering against mine. My hands reached up and pulled her hand down, lower, to my wetness that was on fire, to the place in between my thighs were my entire body cried out in sweet anguish. I felt her smile as she touched my. I almost crumpled in her embrace. Her fingers were inside me and danced around, feeling their way to my sweet spots. It was like she had been making love to me all her life because she knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy. I twisted my head, desperately trying to reach her lips for another fiery kiss but she kept just out of reach.

She slipped the rest of my clothes off and then we were both naked. She turned me around and we kissed madly again. This time my hand found hers and it was my turn to drive her crazy. Our hands worked magic with each other, stroking and teasing each other as the moon shone down upon us, two goddesses in the light of life.

“I had no idea you wanted this,” I said, my doubts now quelled, and my mind seized by a furious lust. I buried myself in her red hair and kissed her neck. We were deep inside each other now, joined and unbroken.

“Lisa told me you were uptight. Thought it'd be a challenge. Glad you made it easy though,” she said, kissing me again, “thought I was done with this. Thought romance was dead.”

“Guess we've given it the kiss of life,” I said, and we were silenced by each other again. Part of me wondered what she meant by that. Who would have broken her heart? I didn't know where she had come from or what her dreams were but there was plenty of time to figure that out. That was something to do in the morning light, when we could reflect on the afterglow of our lovemaking and smile in the glory of the dawn. For now we were lost in the a cocoon of our own making, still writhing together. I felt my body grow weak as it trembled all over. We edged closer to the shore, the grass softer under our feet. I could feel ourselves tumbling down and eventually it happened. We rolled and twisted until she rested on top of me. Her red hair brushed against my body as she kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples, then moved down, her breath warm and hot on that cool summer's night. I felt her on my inner thighs and then she was inside me again, my own juices mixing with her saliva, my legs tensing and my muscles clenching all through my body. I looked down, sharp moans escaped my throat, rising up from deep inside me in a place where very few had dared to tread. All I saw was a mass of red hair pleasuring me, pleasing me, sending me to another world. Her hands groped at my breasts and my skin and I was hers, all hers.

Clara crawled down the bank, dragging me with her. The sea beckoned. What delights did this temptress have for me next? I let her take me into the watery depths. She slipped effortlessly into the water. It framed her breasts perfectly, making her glisten like a mythical being. In that moment I did wonder if she was real or not, for I was afraid that I would wake in my own tent with only the memory of a kiss. But her hands were still over me, still touching me as she went into the water. I followed. I clutched at the bank, grabbing blades of grass, my last shred of resistance. Explosions burst across my body and I suddenly realized how empty my life had been. Clara buried herself in me under the water and the pleasure overwhelmed me to such an extent that I let go of the bank and followed her into the water. I felt it rush around my mouth and ears and eyes, and the last thing I remember was looking up at the stars, knowing that I was in heaven.