2. Christmas Present.....

A sense of joy and wonderment flowed through his being as the vessels of his cock hardened in an involuntarily drunk response to the magical combination of her voice and the images in his mind of her naked body. Amazed and excited by the fact that she had this power over him. His hand squeezed with soft determination on her welcoming breast; her nipple resopnded almost immediately and his tongue answered the challenge accordingly. Like a blind man stumbling across an unfamiliar room his tongue coursed every grain of texture, leaving a momentary trail of saliva in its wake - as his touch sought new paths; creating new connections and with that new pleasures. Slithering its way over her taught body on a path each knew existed - yet felt undiscovered, he made his way forward. How refreshing to experience the textual differences between the barrenness of skin and density of fibrous hair. It seemed some time to him, since he had encountered the pleasures of a thriving natural pubic forest. It excited him, like a child who discovers their favourite lolly in a foreign sweet shop. This was going to be great. The sense of foraging - fossicking for the jewel, reminded him of his younger days, and she certainly seemed to enjoy it. He closed his eyes and tensed every mucsle in his tongue that he was able to contact, giving them strict individual instruction. As if that was his last conscious thought, he gave into himself and absconded from his mind. The last memory he had was of her sweet thighs enclosing around the orifices of his ears - smothering them with concentrated mucles acting under divine orders of pleasure. Her body slightly responded as he….gently removed his hand from the sandwich with which it was cloistered. His fingers dragging away from the damp warmth of her body, sliding along the crevice they had slept in. he quietly rolled away and reclothed, constantly vigilant of his movements and avoiding any sound which might disturb her. History predicted that she would not rouse from her exhausted state, however he was trained to leave nothing to chance, as he extricated himself as silently as a soft summers breeze. Making his way to the exit, he caught sight of himself reflected in the new light of the dawn, bouncing off the mirror. An uncontrollable grin stained his image just as he left its vantage. GOD… he loved to fuck! GO..... 2b :)