A Taste of Summer

[shadowfacts]

SarahGirl has happily agreed to write a story with me and we want to share it with everybody out there. Here are the first three extracts - more to follow:


SF writes

Just imagine the bank of a river where the lush grass of a sunlit meadow is a lovely spot to sit and unwind by the water's edge. A tree provides dappled shade in the midday heat and seclusion from the gaze of any casual observer - not that there are any other people about in this glorious scene.

You are just sitting, listening to the gentle lapping of the water and the sounds of summer birdsong when you hear the sound of a bicycle on the river path. The unseen rider dismounts and props up the bicycle nearby.

A woman steps into your line of sight. She is looking across the river and does not immediately notice you sitting there. She is slim, perhaps in her early thirties her slender legs complimented by a light summer dress. She unties her hair and lets it fall, her petite breasts are outlined by the thin fabric of her dress as she breathes in the clear summer air.

You move your legs and I turn, somewhat startled by the sound. 'Oh, I'm sorry,' I stammer 'I didn't realize that anyone else was here.'

I smile and relax a bit as I take in that you are a beautiful woman and you don't appear to be irritated by my sudden intrusion upon your peaceful morning...

SG writes

I love lying like this, skirt pulled up so that the sun can kiss my legs right up to my knickers, mini bikinis today, light green of course, to compliment the almost see through yellow sun dress I have chosen to wear. My sandals have been kicked off, the dress is unbuttoned as far down the front as I feel comfortable with, in public.

The sound of a bicycle makes me start, the last thing I want is some spying angler to disturb my peace. Instead I see a woman, hair pulled up, light summer dress fluttering in the breeze, the she reaches up, pulling her breasts tight against the front of the dress, outlining their beauty in profile. I feel a sudden flush of heat.

The she notices me for the first time, apologises, quick Sarah or she will be backing away. I smile, not too broad, just a quick friendly flash.

“No problem, I was just sunning myself, its such a beautiful place, Please ….”

I gesture to the grass, not too close to me, inviting her to sit. She walks over, looking for a comfortable spot, I think.

“You could share my blanket, if that would be more comfortable, I say, lying back, letting my skirt ride up again and spreading my legs to give the sun, and, I hope, her eyes, easy access.

What will she see? A girl, a young woman, five foot twoor so, skinny, small breasted. Will she see my pose as natural, or wonton? Will she guess the secret ideas that are running through my mind, threatening to make my knickers even more damp? Can she see the dampness? These thoughts run through my mind as I lie back and wait.

SF writes

I suddenly feel awkward, intruding on someone's peaceful solitude. At the same time I experience a quickening of my heart as I look at this friendly and oh, so desirable , woman.

I return your welcoming smile as you beckons for me to share your blanket. My gaze rests on your long, shapely legs and the thin summer dress that lightly caresses the top of your thighs. I cannot help staring at the delicious curves of your breasts and the outline of your firm nipples beneath the fabric of your bikini.

I walk over and stretch out beside you on the blanket. My skirt rides up about my thighs. Let her look if she is inclined to, I think. You look at my pale bare legs and smiles that lovely smile again. Supported on one elbow, I look at your beautiful body beside me. 'You have a lovely tan,' I say, and my fingers brush your leg, casually, I hope, just above the knee. Your skin is as warm as sunlight and, I believe, your legs open slightly in response to my touch.

Feeling bolder, I lightly touch the exposed curve of your breast. 'You're the same colour all over,' I remark, 'Do you get to sunbathe in the nude a lot?'

'Around here I do, sometimes,' you reply, 'There's hardly a soul comes this way during the week. Even you didn't notice me here until you were right on top of me, so to speak.'

You smiles again and I feel that I can be totally free here, with my lovely new friend. 'In that case, do you mind if I strip off and get a bit of colour?' I ask.

'Not at all.'

I feel your eyes upon my body as I unbutton my dress, exposing my bare breasts. I feel nervous, and excited. My nipples stiffen in the open air. I stand to remove my dress and I look around, just to ensure that we are alone, or is it to let you see my body, naked save for a tiny white Thong, to let your gaze linger on all the places that I would love your gentle hands to explore. I know, if you were to touch me now, you would feel the trembling of my body, and the hot wetness between my legs.

I kneel down beside you on the blanket. Looking down at you and smiling, I notice a button of your dress is open at your waist. I slip my fingers into the gap and touch your warm skin beneath. 'You must be very hot,' I whisper...

[SarahGirl]

My next bit on Sunday

Can I say thanks to sF for getting me writing here again!

[Jennifer B]

I just love warm summer days.

[SarahGirl]

SG writes

I thought inviting her to share my blanket might be a little bold but no, she is quite pleased to do so, then she decides she would like to sunbath topless. I try not to stare too rudely as the top comes off and I get my first look at her breasts. Neat and small and perfectly delicious! I see her nipples spring erect as they feel the first kiss of the air, if I was damp before I am drooling now. It was very naughty of me to say I sunbathe topless here, because I never have ( though I have thought about it often enough! ).

She turns as though to check that no-one is watching, really to give me a good view, I think ( surely she would check before taking her top off, if she were nervous about being seen ). As she turns I can see every inch of her slim elegant body, only a tiny Thong between my eyes and her most precious secrets! Then she kneels on the blanket, her breasts just inches from my face, sliding a finger into my dress and suggesting I must be hot! I love being flirted with like this.

For a moment I just smile and then I shrug, slide back a little and stand up. I slowly unbutton the dress down the front, making a little production of it, then I slide it over my shoulders, let it drop to the floor. I arch my back, lift my chest and breathe in deeply making the most of my little boobs. I make a slow turn round, still wearing the bikini top that was under the dress, then pause, before I reach round and unclip, then shrug off the top, with a small smile. I breathe in deeply and arch my back again, then fold my legs, sitting back down on the blanket, next to where she is kneeling. She lowers herself to lie face down, her head turned towards me, while I root in my bag for my sunscreen. I take the top off the tube, squeeze cream onto my hands and slowly rub it into my front, caressing my breasts and paying special attention to my nipples, as she unashamedly watches. The silence is as heavy as the heat, a weight of anticipation and expectation. But the time has come to speak.

“Do you need any sun cream?”, I ask, my voice unusually low and husky. My hands are still covered in cream.

[Etta Parker]

Oh wow............cant wait for the instalment. Well done to you both.

[SarahGirl]

:lol: Oh wow............cant wait for the instalment. Well done to you both.

Hi Etta Nice to meet you, glad you like it

[shadowfacts]

I cannot take my eyes off you as you stand and let the dress fall from your shoulders and land in a crumpled heap at your feet. Your body is so beautiful - I just want to caress every inch of your warm flesh. You look me in the eye, bold and seductive, as you remove your bikini top. I long to kiss your petite breasts and tease your firm, cerise nipples with the tip of my tongue.

I try to hide my flush of excitement as you come down next to me. As you start to apply suncream to your naked skin in slow, langorous strokes, I want to reach out and touch your body with the same tender care. The soft skin of your breasts glistens in the light and your perfect nipples stand proud under your circling fingertips.

When you ask whether I would like you to apply some cream to my skin, I say 'Oh, yes please!' then, slightly shamefaced, '...if you wouldn't mind.'

I am lying face down, loving the scent of the grass, the hot sun on my naked skin and the rich perfume of the cream, as your hands begin to caress my body. Your touch is firm upon my shoulders, slowly massaging my spine as you move lower - 'Mmmmm, that feels so good,' I whisper, encouragingly. I am melting under the caring touch of your hands and I let out a long sigh as your fingers brush against the tops of my thighs and down my legs.

When you reach my feet, your soft hands start moving upwards once more. I think that I can detect a more sensuous touch in your busy fingertips, a quickening in your breathing. I bite my lips and take a chance... 'Erm, look,' I whisper, 'I'm trying not to get nasty tan lines. So... would you mind if I took off my knickers?'

'Please do,' your voice is low and so close that feels like a lingering kiss upon my bare skin.

Still face down, I pull my Thong down over the curve of my ass. I am shocked by my own wanton behaviour! I know that you can see everything now, and I feel wicked, but unashamed. I feel your fingers on the waistband, assisting, pulling my knickers down over my calves and away. With a contented moan, I stretch out, arching my back and, ever so slightly, parting my legs. Much to my delight, your gentle hands are on me once more, stroking, rubbing in the suncream very thoroughly as you reach the soft skin of my inner thighs.

[SarahGirl]

SG writes

I start applying the sun cream on your shoulders and back, neutral and safe and work down your spine, getting a little sigh. You seem to be of the same mind as I am but I am in no hurry, no hurry at all, the longer I can make us wait, the more delight in the end! I save the buttocks, one of my favourite places, till later, working down your legs. Did my fingers stay to high, no that was a sigh, I think?

I caress my way down your legs, applying the screen in little firm circles, then down to your feet. I toes, so those I leave until later, beginning my way upwards again, as I do, my head is hanging close to your middle and I can smell the sweet scent of arousal, just as I can feel my own. Can you smell me, I wonder. I am playing with your skin now, not really applying cream, just smoothing fingers across you in slow sensual sweeps, when you surprise me by speaking asking me if its ok if you remove your knickers, pre-empting my own move.

I can hear my excitement as I reply, you have to know just how much this is affecting me by now. My hands are trembling as I help you off with them, I long to sniff but that might be a liberty too far, just yet. Then my fingers move back upwards, between your partly opened thighs, the skin so warm and soft, only and inch or two from your dampness. I can see everything, the outline of your lips, the tight pucker above it, I see the increased wetness as my fingers stray nearer and nearer, the anticipation speeding your breathing, sending the odd little shudder through you. I slide my fingers down each side of your upper thighs, down to touch the blanket, then slide up and forward, so close to your most private spots, yet not quite contacting your there, on up and then forward, onto the firm sweet mound of your bottoms, spreading the outsides, then the firm seats, where I would dearly like to spank, then both hands sliding into the crease, above the pucker, upwards then back, closer and closer to that most private of places without quite contacting it.

With my hands there still, I stretch forwards and upwards and plant a little kiss on the back of your neck, making you shudder, saying

‘That’s your back done, want me to do the front?’.

You don’t reply, instead you roll over, putting your arms behind your head in a gesture that plainly offers me complete access, while a smile plays across your mouth and your eyes half close. My knees are against your thighs, I am stretched upwards towards your head at the moment, so I start by applying cream to your face, forehead, nose and then, softly, so softly a little on your eyelids, feeling the flutter of your eyelashes under my fingers. As I do, I am leaning close over you, my breasts hanging over yours, twice my nipples just scrape against you, was that a little groan? I slide a little cream over your chin and down to your throat and see you tense as my fingers move to your neck.

“Later”, I think, instead I quickly cover your shoulders, arms and hands, then down your sides, my questing fingers just brushing the sides of your breasts, as I do, then down over ribs, to the soft realms of your belly, down and down, until any further would be seriously personal, not that I don’t intend to get personal.

I slide myself down to kneel at your feet, then pick up the right foot and begin to spread cream over it, first the top of the foot, then the arch, no nervousness there, then gently separating each toe, covering it in its own layer of protection. I drop the foot, to the side of my knees, then pick up the other, and apply the same soft loving attention to it. I lay this foot on the other side of my knees, so I am lying between your spread legs, your treasures completely open to my view, lips pulled slightly apart, wetness softly drooling from you. I work up your shins, then lift each leg slightly so I can pay attention to the backs of your knees, which I ‘forgot’ earlier. When I put each leg down, the foot is a good few inches higher and wider than before, increasing the naughtiness of your position. I slide up between your legs and work up the fronts of your thighs, until my fingers encounter the crease line between thigh and body, starting wide and ending half an inch from where the fingers would have touched the front of your Thong. Now, in one steady movement, I slide my hands and body forward, taking my weight on my elbow, my nipples just sliding over your wet belly and my hands making a slow, certain move towards your breasts, moving up towards the point where the underside of your boobs are attached to your body. I so dearly want to run my tongue over you there, to taste you, taste the salt of the sweat I hope has accumulated there, before my hands cover this and the rest of those delightful orbs with the cream.

[Etta Parker]

Wow, I can hardly wait for the next episode. Reading that I was willing you to touch her between the legs......I could feel myself getting wet as I imagined it was me laying there whilst you rubbed cream all over me.

[SarahGirl]

Wow, I can hardly wait for the next episode. Reading that I was willing you to touch her between the legs......I could feel myself getting wet as I imagined it was me laying there whilst you rubbed cream all over me.

But just think how much wetter you will get when it does happen!

[Etta Parker]

Lol............yes you are right. By the way thanks for the info you left me earlier....I do appreciate it and think from your instructions I can possibly work it out. x

[shadowfacts]

My head is spinning, I am intoxicated by your touch. Your hands are all over my naked body, caressing my thighs, slowly rubbing cream into my tender breasts. I love the feeling as you rub your oiled body against mine and your nipples softly graze mine as you slide down to massage my belly and thighs, always so tantalizingly close to the place where I am just dying to feel your hand.

I am breathless with anticipation, but I feel I am being selfish. I pull you up and, fingers clasped to your neck, I kiss your sweet lips. Our tongues entwine with eagerness and a deep hunger. I love the taste of you and I want to taste every part of your body. 'Lie down.' I breathe, simply.

You smile and lay down on the blanket. I lean over you and kiss your mouth, your neck, your beautiful breasts. My hand slips to your bikini bottoms. You offer no resistance, but you gasp as my fingers slip beneath the waistband of your bikini. My fingertips run through your small patch of soft hair to discover hot, wet flesh. You moan aloud as my fingers circle the firm bud of your sex and dip into the flowing honey that betrays your complete arousal. I quickly untie your bikini and toss it aside. My hand now has complete access to you as you willingly part your thighs and allow me to explore the secrets of your body. Your back arches as I caress you. Your internal muscles tighten around my penetrating fingers as I flick at your nipples with my tongue.

I roll over so that I am lying between your thighs. Looking into your eyes I can see the need there and I am only too happy to oblige. My kisses slowly go lower. Relishing the taste of salt sweat in the cleft between your breasts, my tongue runs across your flat belly, your navel and down until I am kissing the soft skin between your thighs.

Suddenly you cry out as my mouth fixes upon the moist entrance to your body. My tongue flickers upon your clitoris, writing secret messages in large letters that make you quiver with delight. My fingers caress the hot flesh below before reaching up and anointing your nipples with slick circles. My tongue moves wildly and my fingers penetrate your wet passage to feel the jolting contractions as your orgasm breaks inside you. I love the sounds of your joy and the taste of your body as you climax. I reach between my own legs to feel an echoing quiver running through me.
My bare buttocks and moist sex are being touched by the warmth of the sun, but they cry out for your tender caress.

[Etta Parker]

Oh oh oh oh oh! I could feel the total joy so much so in fact.............Im gonna be very busy for the next half hour or so.xxxxxxxxxx

[Lifeboatkeith]

Great stuff girls, keep it up

[SarahGirl]

SG writes

I feel myself melting completely when you begin to kiss me. I have no desire to do anything but to offer myself too you completely. You slip my knickers off and slide your fingers into me, all I want is for you to take me. I am consumed by your fingers in my c***, your lips on my nipples. Then you slide down, your eyes making contact with mine as you begin to lick my clit and then I am cumming and the world is a red scream of ecstasy.

When I return to the planet, my chest heaving, I realise I have been neglecting you since you first kissed me. I stand, for a second and look around, wondering if my vocal appreciation of your efforts has attracted any unwanted attention, but it doesn’t seem as though it has. While I have been standing, you have taken the opportunity to move to a more comfortable position, lying on your side, on ‘your’ side of the blanket. Time to be a little more bold, I think.

“Kiss first or fu ck first?”, I ask, deliberately crudely.

“Kissing could wait,” you offer back.

I lie down, my face level with your belly and sniff the sweet fresh sweat left by your efforts on my behalf, then I begin to kiss my way around and down it, down, along the junction of your body and your thigh. As your thighs spread, so I slide my tongue to your centre and downwards, giving a little lick across your straining clit, as I slide down towards your pussy lips. My legs lie at an angle too you, closed, this is not a time for mutual satisfaction, this is a time for you to receive.

When you begin to inch towards my body, I bend and place a foot onto your breasts and run my toes over a nipple. Meantime, my fingers have found their way to your core, soaking themselves in your wetness and then penetrating deeply. I slide one finger, then two, then three fingers into you, seeking, seeking but not reaching far enough. The region is becoming sodden now, your initial excitement, the extra juices as a result of my licking and then all my saliva as well, I soak my little hand some more and then make a sword of it, fingers and thumb pulled in to one tight bunch and gently slide them into you, in and in and further in. You jerk slightly as I ‘hit bottom’ so I pull back and slowly open my fingers inside your hot pulsating warmth. My hand won’t open completely but I can feel the front wall of your cu nt, as my fingers slide slowly out and then the soft rough patch that is my target. I know when I find it, as you arch and groan and your wetness begins to flow, as you whine and groan in an orgasm that seems to go on and on.

When I decide you can stand no more, I still my fingers and allow your body to relax. With my hand still inside you, I begin to kiss my way up your body, training kisses over your belly, your breasts and up to your throat. While you tensed earlier, when I touched this spot, now you groan with pleasure. My face is wet with your juices, now getting transferred to your throat, I lick them off, a drop at a time, prompting more groans.

I drop kisses on your eyes, your nose and then your open mouth. Your mouth opens and my tongue slides in, meeting yours. Now, your taste is combined with mine, your honey and my spice. Your fingers slide down me, into my open, welcoming cu nt and you begin to stroke softly. I slide my hand back and caress the walls inside you, as you begin to thrust inside me, some part of your hand occasionally pressing against my bud. I feel myself rising, getting heated again, still I wait, wait, keeping my movements in you soft, against all my desires, waiting, waiting, then as I feel my moment coming at last, I slide inwards and expand my hand again, caressing that pure rough spot, once twice, three times plays for all as your cu nt tightens and I cum with you, whining in your mouth my tongue lashing yours as your hand pumps me and I stroke and stroke and milk the orgasm, on and on into total, final, orgasmic collapse.

The birds sing softly over our still bodies. It is summer and life is so sweet.

And that is the end of this story. Thanks to shadowfacts for the inspiration, sorry it took me so long to finish.