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An Intimate Encounter
Your homecoming has been long anticipated. I found the perfect outfit. The skirt I chose was just there. It came just below the curve of my butt. You could see the scar on my inner thigh that I hate, but I wore it anyway-for you. My top was lace see through with a black bra underneath. The top was loose on my body. My hair is blowing in the breeze. I decided to wear it down because I know how you like it. As you stand in formation, I am scanning to find you. Then our eyes meet. The anticipation is overwhelming. I can feel myself throbbing and heating up. We haven’t been around each other for about six months. I can see the desire in your eyes from across the field. The twinkle shoots across the space separating us.
Then, finally, you are released to join your families. I rush to you not realizing you have not been able to see what I am wearing. After fighting the crowd, there we are, face to face again. I thrust myself into your arms as tears run down my face and mess up the makeup. Finally, you are able to push me away so you can look at me. The look on your face says it all. Although I know you love me, there is lust in your eyes, as there should be after such a long separation. You unknowingly let out your trade-mark moan then smile and shake your head. You pull me into your arms again and squeeze me like you never have before.
We get your gear and get in the truck. Neither of us wants to go home. We want a secluded space somewhere close. As luck would have it, it is just hitting dusk. We are driving down La10 when the urges overtake my body and mind. I pull the truck down a dirt road and park. Since all of your gear is in the back seat, you do not know what awaits you. I have planned this day for months. There is a mattress in the back of the truck. As the sky gets dark, and the truck is parked, I lean over and begin kissing you. I nibble on your ear and kiss down your neck while I start undoing your belt and pants.
You have wasted no time yourself. My breast is engulfed by your anxious hand, while your other hand is grabbing my ass. At this point, I reach over and open the passenger door, tell you to follow me, and get out. We open the back of the truck and you see what I have done. The mattress, pillows, and a small toy box await us. The toy box consists of BOB, KY, beads, towels and chocolate. Until this moment, you have not found out what is under the skirt. From first look, it seems as though there is nothing there. You enjoy the view as I climb into the truck. This was my intention. I take my time and ever so seductively crawl onto the mattress so you can join me.
Once you are in the truck, we close the hatch. I get you situated against the front window. I know we both want this and can’t control ourselves, but I want this memory to be perfect. To my relief, not my surprise, your boots are already off. Good thing because your feet got aired out. I look at your scar. I trace it with my finger then kiss your leg ever so gently. I crawl up the length of your body and begin pulling your pants down. We get your pants off then I straddle you. I have left your underwear on to intimacy the moment. You pull me into you and start kissing me with such passion I can barely stand it. You unbutton and remove my shirt. My bra and your shirt follow soon there after. With little between us, we get reacquainted with each others erogenous zones. We make out, fondle and tease. I almost lose it when you begin squeezing my nipples. You then kiss them and massage them.
Finally we can take it no more. You throw me back on the mattress and remove my skirt to find a pair of black lace thong underwear. Time is not wasted removing them and your underwear. Our naked bodies are touching at last. You are on top of me. It is your turn to tease me. You can feel my body aching for you and have felt by juices flowing. Yet, you press yourself against me, not letting me feel you inside me just yet. As I moan with desire, you slowly insert your manhood into my hot...
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