My life has been completely metamorphosed with him, he made me a woman. He is the first man to have been able to make me feel as a goddess between his arms. Always being so delicate and caring, covering me with flowers, kisses, caresses and tenderness while being he the perfect gorgeous and attractive male any girl would like to hug tightly against her naked chest.
I must also confess that sex is more than sex with him, sex is... heaven. Between his arms sex means love, sex means melting, sex means passion and pure bliss. He opens to me fields of sensuality, helps me to climb peak of eroticism, swimming through rivers of juices and sailing on seas of ecstasy.
Making love with him is a new adventure, a new experience, a new pleasure, a new discovery of my inner self, a new tight sweet link between us, a new overflowing wave of passion, of love. It is a pleasure to make love with him at any time, in any places and in any positions and always with the same ardor, with the same desire to melt, to crash into each other, closer, tighter, deeper, again and again and again... Hmmm... How I love him. I love him! I do love him so much, so passionately, so entirely.
After we exchanged our hearts we met oftentimes. We met on public places at first, until we felt comfortable enough to move to private place.
We decided to drive to a desolated sea beach far away from any locality so that we were alone there and we could behave as freely as we would like no matter to decency or all civilization's morals.
We drove straightway in a car to an estuary where river Subarnarekha meets with Bay of Bengal and reached there in the night.
The sky was blue with white and fluffy clouds, full of stars. The atmosphere was quite. The night air was pleasant, cool and slightly moist. The moonlight fairly illuminated the entire area.
We were both relaxed and lost in thought, enjoying the atmosphere and being together.
He blew me a light kiss on my neck and his lips were like feathers. A shiver of pleasure ran along my spine. A second kiss, as sweet and ethereal as the first one, landed on my lips. I closed my eyes. He did not touch my body with his hands; he just kissed me tenderly on my neck, my lips and my shoulders. I began to relax but still tensed. Did I really want this or more from him?
He cuddled me closely under the moonlit night sky, sparkling with millions of little stars, like a big velvet cloth sprinkled with diamonds. I felt his arms holding me so tightly and so lovingly, keeping me warm. My body thrilled in his embrace.
With one of his hands, he gently touched my face and ran his fingers through my soft hair. His finger tips encircled a few strands of my hair. His fingers then tenderly moved from my hair and down towards my chin. With them on my chin, he softly moved my head around so that I was facing him, see his eyes. I stared deeply into his eyes for a few silent loving, deep moments, before closing them to the feel of his warm, moist lips upon my own.
His tongue licked softly upon my lips, tracing my lips. His soft lips brushed gently against mine as it probed into my warm mouth with his moist, soft tongue. I felt the joy uprising in my once lonely soul as we kissed deeply and lovingly. I felt his arms warped around my cold, aching body, warming it up so much and made me feel safe and loved. I felt so comfortable within his welcoming warms, so loved. My fingers ran through his hair, as we explored each other's mouths. I loved the feeling of his soft hair; it sent tantalizing electricity through me.
We kissed passionately, our lips and tongue dancing in an amorous dance of which we only could feel. His kisses felt so good, so warm, so loving. It was my addiction, his love, his kisses... I had to have more as soon as the pleasure filled my heart. We kissed more, our lips softly massaging each others, our tongues playing together in our mouths. When we finally pulled apart to breathe, he stroked my hair lightly. "Are you hot, Honey?" he asked, grinning at me.
"A little," I teased him back. "What, what are you going to do about that?"
"There is nobody in the beach except you and me. Tonight is our night for fantasies to become real", he exclaimed.
He appealed me to remove my top. He wanted to see my breasts. He wanted to fondle them, kiss them bare.
Naked in open air! I blushed deeply, felt shy and hesitated a little bit. I couldn't, my mind said no, my education said no, my religious thoughts said no and my whole body said no but... my heart? My heart said... yes, said do it, said don't let his desire die. I had to do it, to accept to do it. I love him so much.
And I did it. Yes, I did it.
I looked around to make sure none were watching me. The beach was absolutely deserted.
Under the full moon light I began to undress myself. I slowly unbuttoned my jacket, removed it. My hands went to my blouse, opening one button at a time. He was looking at me. I removed my blouse and then my sheer white bra. My bare breasts were in full view then, naked from the waist. My breasts attracted him, round, ample and firm, perfect breasts with brown nipples. I heard his gasp of pleasure at seeing my naked breasts.
I blushed but I did not stop. I did not want to show him my only bare breasts but I wanted to show him more, my body, my treasures and all of mine which I carefully protected until then.
I had to be braver, the most difficult part, oh my... I slide my pants down, I felt so exposed under that moon light, under the sliver chandeliers hanging from the sky, in full view of him. My pants were down my thighs, I did not were any panty, my curly pussy hair shone in the bright full moon light. I slide my pants down my knees; they now lay at my ankles. I stepped out one foot; I knew that this was my first symbolic step to my naked display to him. I still hesitated but I stepped out the other one. Done! I am fully naked now, defenseless.
The moon captured my completely unclothed body as a spotlight. I stood naked. I was fully offered to Nature, offered to Love, offered to Him.
I looked at him shyly, smilingly. I saw his eyes focused on mine, looking over the curves of my naked body.
"Wow, sweet heart! You look incredible! You are beautiful like angel from the haven. You are even lovelier than I imagined. My sweet darling, you have a beautiful sensual body!" He admired.
I blushed at the compliment but at the same time was proud to have dared to do it.
I blew a kiss to him and raised my arms proudly to the sky to better enhance and show him my naked breasts, my whole nude body. He looked at me with love and desire melted.
"Happy?"
"Oh thank you, thank you, Honey. You are so beautiful, so elegant and so sexy!"
"So, my dear, can you tell me about my next step, what you have in store for me now?"
"Before I adore your naked body, I want to see jiggling of your beautiful boobs with your movements. I want to see you dance nude."
"You naughty boy!"
"I noticed the jiggling of your breasts while playing tennis but it was covered. I noticed your cleavage while you leaned forward your body each time to receive the service. Now I want to see them real."
"But..."
"What but? I know you dance well. Isn't?"
"Yes it's true, but I require music to play to get a rhythm for my dance."
"I'm ready with every gadget."
He took out a CD player from his rucksack and looking at me with envy to enjoy my naked performance switched it on.
I started to dance with the rhythm of the music. My arms floated above my hair, my fingers flickered like snakes' tongues. I danced with whole my body, undulating my groin. My body gyrated, gyrated, shook, shook and rolled, rolled. I moved my shoulders in rhythm with my pelvis, hip circled, shoulder wobbled. Hand crawled on left breast, left hip and the curve of round buttocks and same thereafter on right breast, right hip and buttocks again.
With the rhythm of the music I rippled of my body, turned hands over my head and jerked my breasts wildly with each movement.
I was dancing completely nude and without any shame. I danced rhythmically with the music jiggling my breasts. I turned around and with my back to him slowly riffled my hips in a provocative motion.
I then faced him again. I cupped my breasts, pressed together causing the large, light brown areolas to pop out. I slowly twisted my nipples between my fingers. I placed my hands on the back of my head. Moving my body closer to him, I wiggled my breasts right next to his face. He could not keep his eyes off my bosoms.
Sometimes I crawled sensuously and sometimes I lay on the ground on my back and meandered of my body in snake-like pattern.
But I wanted to do more; I wanted to show him to the extreme, I wanted to show him how daring I could be for him.
Suddenly I slowed it all down; I was on my knees, thighs opened while arched back on my arms, head down on the ground. Every part of my hot pussy, my bulged pubic mound, swelled vaginal vulva and puffy vaginal labial lip were exposed to his eyes for the first time. I presented my hidden treasure to him, to my lover, to my nearest and dearest one. He perhaps couldn't imagine that I could go to that extent. He was mesmerized with the erotic and sensual scene. I offered him my breasts, my breasts were doing the dancing alone then and they were the only part of my body moving, breathing up and down. My pussy and breasts were so near to his hands, so near to his mouth. He didn't dare to touch me; he didn't try to take the advantage I voluntarily offered to him, he just looked and admired my dancing for him. His eyes glued to my ample breasts which were swaying nicely, to my open pussy which was exposed to him.
The rhythm of my dance had again increased with the rhythm of the music; I didn't even know how I could do this. My hips, my pelvis and my pussy gyrated at a so high speed then.
The music stopped.
I must also confess that sex is more than sex with him, sex is... heaven. Between his arms sex means love, sex means melting, sex means passion and pure bliss. He opens to me fields of sensuality, helps me to climb peak of eroticism, swimming through rivers of juices and sailing on seas of ecstasy.
Making love with him is a new adventure, a new experience, a new pleasure, a new discovery of my inner self, a new tight sweet link between us, a new overflowing wave of passion, of love. It is a pleasure to make love with him at any time, in any places and in any positions and always with the same ardor, with the same desire to melt, to crash into each other, closer, tighter, deeper, again and again and again... Hmmm... How I love him. I love him! I do love him so much, so passionately, so entirely.
After we exchanged our hearts we met oftentimes. We met on public places at first, until we felt comfortable enough to move to private place.
We decided to drive to a desolated sea beach far away from any locality so that we were alone there and we could behave as freely as we would like no matter to decency or all civilization's morals.
We drove straightway in a car to an estuary where river Subarnarekha meets with Bay of Bengal and reached there in the night.
The sky was blue with white and fluffy clouds, full of stars. The atmosphere was quite. The night air was pleasant, cool and slightly moist. The moonlight fairly illuminated the entire area.
We were both relaxed and lost in thought, enjoying the atmosphere and being together.
He blew me a light kiss on my neck and his lips were like feathers. A shiver of pleasure ran along my spine. A second kiss, as sweet and ethereal as the first one, landed on my lips. I closed my eyes. He did not touch my body with his hands; he just kissed me tenderly on my neck, my lips and my shoulders. I began to relax but still tensed. Did I really want this or more from him?
He cuddled me closely under the moonlit night sky, sparkling with millions of little stars, like a big velvet cloth sprinkled with diamonds. I felt his arms holding me so tightly and so lovingly, keeping me warm. My body thrilled in his embrace.
With one of his hands, he gently touched my face and ran his fingers through my soft hair. His finger tips encircled a few strands of my hair. His fingers then tenderly moved from my hair and down towards my chin. With them on my chin, he softly moved my head around so that I was facing him, see his eyes. I stared deeply into his eyes for a few silent loving, deep moments, before closing them to the feel of his warm, moist lips upon my own.
His tongue licked softly upon my lips, tracing my lips. His soft lips brushed gently against mine as it probed into my warm mouth with his moist, soft tongue. I felt the joy uprising in my once lonely soul as we kissed deeply and lovingly. I felt his arms warped around my cold, aching body, warming it up so much and made me feel safe and loved. I felt so comfortable within his welcoming warms, so loved. My fingers ran through his hair, as we explored each other's mouths. I loved the feeling of his soft hair; it sent tantalizing electricity through me.
We kissed passionately, our lips and tongue dancing in an amorous dance of which we only could feel. His kisses felt so good, so warm, so loving. It was my addiction, his love, his kisses... I had to have more as soon as the pleasure filled my heart. We kissed more, our lips softly massaging each others, our tongues playing together in our mouths. When we finally pulled apart to breathe, he stroked my hair lightly. "Are you hot, Honey?" he asked, grinning at me.
"A little," I teased him back. "What, what are you going to do about that?"
"There is nobody in the beach except you and me. Tonight is our night for fantasies to become real", he exclaimed.
He appealed me to remove my top. He wanted to see my breasts. He wanted to fondle them, kiss them bare.
Naked in open air! I blushed deeply, felt shy and hesitated a little bit. I couldn't, my mind said no, my education said no, my religious thoughts said no and my whole body said no but... my heart? My heart said... yes, said do it, said don't let his desire die. I had to do it, to accept to do it. I love him so much.
And I did it. Yes, I did it.
I looked around to make sure none were watching me. The beach was absolutely deserted.
Under the full moon light I began to undress myself. I slowly unbuttoned my jacket, removed it. My hands went to my blouse, opening one button at a time. He was looking at me. I removed my blouse and then my sheer white bra. My bare breasts were in full view then, naked from the waist. My breasts attracted him, round, ample and firm, perfect breasts with brown nipples. I heard his gasp of pleasure at seeing my naked breasts.
I blushed but I did not stop. I did not want to show him my only bare breasts but I wanted to show him more, my body, my treasures and all of mine which I carefully protected until then.
I had to be braver, the most difficult part, oh my... I slide my pants down, I felt so exposed under that moon light, under the sliver chandeliers hanging from the sky, in full view of him. My pants were down my thighs, I did not were any panty, my curly pussy hair shone in the bright full moon light. I slide my pants down my knees; they now lay at my ankles. I stepped out one foot; I knew that this was my first symbolic step to my naked display to him. I still hesitated but I stepped out the other one. Done! I am fully naked now, defenseless.
The moon captured my completely unclothed body as a spotlight. I stood naked. I was fully offered to Nature, offered to Love, offered to Him.
I looked at him shyly, smilingly. I saw his eyes focused on mine, looking over the curves of my naked body.
"Wow, sweet heart! You look incredible! You are beautiful like angel from the haven. You are even lovelier than I imagined. My sweet darling, you have a beautiful sensual body!" He admired.
I blushed at the compliment but at the same time was proud to have dared to do it.
I blew a kiss to him and raised my arms proudly to the sky to better enhance and show him my naked breasts, my whole nude body. He looked at me with love and desire melted.
"Happy?"
"Oh thank you, thank you, Honey. You are so beautiful, so elegant and so sexy!"
"So, my dear, can you tell me about my next step, what you have in store for me now?"
"Before I adore your naked body, I want to see jiggling of your beautiful boobs with your movements. I want to see you dance nude."
"You naughty boy!"
"I noticed the jiggling of your breasts while playing tennis but it was covered. I noticed your cleavage while you leaned forward your body each time to receive the service. Now I want to see them real."
"But..."
"What but? I know you dance well. Isn't?"
"Yes it's true, but I require music to play to get a rhythm for my dance."
"I'm ready with every gadget."
He took out a CD player from his rucksack and looking at me with envy to enjoy my naked performance switched it on.
I started to dance with the rhythm of the music. My arms floated above my hair, my fingers flickered like snakes' tongues. I danced with whole my body, undulating my groin. My body gyrated, gyrated, shook, shook and rolled, rolled. I moved my shoulders in rhythm with my pelvis, hip circled, shoulder wobbled. Hand crawled on left breast, left hip and the curve of round buttocks and same thereafter on right breast, right hip and buttocks again.
With the rhythm of the music I rippled of my body, turned hands over my head and jerked my breasts wildly with each movement.
I was dancing completely nude and without any shame. I danced rhythmically with the music jiggling my breasts. I turned around and with my back to him slowly riffled my hips in a provocative motion.
I then faced him again. I cupped my breasts, pressed together causing the large, light brown areolas to pop out. I slowly twisted my nipples between my fingers. I placed my hands on the back of my head. Moving my body closer to him, I wiggled my breasts right next to his face. He could not keep his eyes off my bosoms.
Sometimes I crawled sensuously and sometimes I lay on the ground on my back and meandered of my body in snake-like pattern.
But I wanted to do more; I wanted to show him to the extreme, I wanted to show him how daring I could be for him.
Suddenly I slowed it all down; I was on my knees, thighs opened while arched back on my arms, head down on the ground. Every part of my hot pussy, my bulged pubic mound, swelled vaginal vulva and puffy vaginal labial lip were exposed to his eyes for the first time. I presented my hidden treasure to him, to my lover, to my nearest and dearest one. He perhaps couldn't imagine that I could go to that extent. He was mesmerized with the erotic and sensual scene. I offered him my breasts, my breasts were doing the dancing alone then and they were the only part of my body moving, breathing up and down. My pussy and breasts were so near to his hands, so near to his mouth. He didn't dare to touch me; he didn't try to take the advantage I voluntarily offered to him, he just looked and admired my dancing for him. His eyes glued to my ample breasts which were swaying nicely, to my open pussy which was exposed to him.
The rhythm of my dance had again increased with the rhythm of the music; I didn't even know how I could do this. My hips, my pelvis and my pussy gyrated at a so high speed then.
The music stopped.