1. Wind of Change (Circa 1975)


    Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: marlowe, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    impressive, the comical jump into the pool less attractive. The gaiety of a young woman splashing about in the water with carefree abandon, bobbing up and down with playful amusement, her tits playing hide and seek beneath the water, nipples growing from dark areolas, a persuasive curling finger beckoning him into the water. “Fuck me, I’ve been trying to get between her legs for the last couple of months and now she’s naked and flaunting her body with potential and suggestive implications. No point questioning the ‘Wind of Change,’ he thought, slipping out of his pants, the dive into the pool impressive, the kiss smouldering, the embrace intimate, the exchange of chemistry electric, the arousal and expectation overwhelming. A brief pause, breaking from the kiss to take in air, his eyes catching fleeting traces of her nakedness through the distortion of the water, her shapely breasts floating invitingly above the water, cupping each one in his hands, pulling and squeezing them playfully between his finger and thumb, lifting them to his hungry mouth, his warm breath seducing one nipple and then the other, lowering his hands below the water, sweeping over sculptured curves, clutching the soft cheeks of her bottom, squeezing and scratching, pulling her close in a coital pledge of unity, a pubic acquaintance of genitalia, the persuasion of movement, letting her feel his hardness pushing against her softness, letting her feel the sensation of touch, the searing heat of passion, ...
    the arousal of expectation. The foreplay quickly gathered speed, the threatening object swaying like a pendulum beneath the water, brushing against her inner thighs, her body reacting to the sensation of touch, arousal flirting with lust and curiosity, lowering her hand beneath the water, the unexpected acquaintance of nine-and-a-half-inches filling her hand forcing a vocal gasp. “Wow. That’s impressive,” she smiled, brushing water from her face, an impious smile and a flirtatious interaction of intent lifting the corners of her mouth. “Don’t move,” she said. “I’m Jacques Cousteau. I’m going in pursuit of hidden treasure,” she playfully teased, holding his waist with both hands, taking a deep intake of breath and submerging below the water, easing the throbbing muscle into her warm mouth. Sucking and swallowing, taking him deep, coming up for precious air only when her lungs demanded and then vanishing below the water, the oral act performed with meaningful and eager enthusiasm, cradling his balls in one hand and pumping the swollen limb in and out of her mouth with the other, giving the bulbous head a parting kiss before crashing to the surface in an explosion of water and choking gasps for air. “Help me up,” she smiled, brushing wet hair from her face and wrapping her arms around his neck in a breathless gesture of assistance, wheezing in pants as he lifted her from the water and sat her on the side of the pool. A beautiful young woman sipping a glass of wine, her long ...
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