Spring Bathing

I was just finishing when her own orgasm struck her, she almost threw my body off, so powerful did her pelvis thrust up, then she was shaking beneath me. Frantically, I kept working on her, keeping her on a high rolling wave before eventually, she calmed. I kept on kissing her pussy as she also kissed mine. I had to drag myself around so drained was my body, I fell into her waiting arms and silently we cuddled together. I watched her, my heart filled with love, as she went to sleep. I usually woke with the dawn, the birds were my alarm clock but today, the sun was high in the sky when awareness slowly invaded me. I felt all lethargic, completely drained but still, I had a wonderful feeling of fulfilment, in fact, I was brimming with happiness. I leaned closer and kissed my love before carefully easing from the bed. After I had washed I made some tea. In the bedroom, I stood while my eyes feasted on her body. Those beautiful breasts, the gorgeous nipples that I loved to arouse, the delightful little wisps of hair just covering her mound and those lips that enclosed her pussy. I wished that I only had those few hairs, I was now tits hating my thick bush. With a start, I realised there was a smile on her face, barely open eyes were looking at me, “Do you like what you see Laura?” “Liz, you’re so beautiful, your bodies perfect, not like mine, mine’s all hard.” She looked me up and down, “You’re wrong Laura, your muscles are just as beautiful, you stand so strong and powerful, your strength makes me feel safe.” voyeur I put the tea on the small table beside the bed, then climbed on top of her, my lips eagerly seeking hers. She reached to grab my backside, pulling me tight to her as she thrust her mound to mine, her hips swivelled, rubbing at my pussy. I didn’t care that it was still sore, instead, I mirrored her actions and soon we were panting with renewed arousal. Our orgasm wasn’t as earth-shattering as it had been the night before but it was still a wonderful way to greet the new asian day. The tea had gone cold, so I made fresh cups while Liz washed. We sat on the veranda to drink our tea, the sounds of the birds and the cough of the deer all around. Liz looked at me for a moment, “Do you really want to leave here? I understand the loneliness you must have had to endure by yourself for so long but together, would it be so bad?” “It’s funny that you should ask that, I’ve been wondering the same thing. I’ve grown up here, I’ve learned to cope with what’s around me and I think I’m frightened to leave. Now, with you here, maybe I don’t want to leave. Then I wonder, is it fair on you and what about when we get older, how would we manage?” I could have gone on but I’d had a sudden thought, I let it grow in my mind. “What is it?” Liz asked. “Let’s say that if we could get away, we could take enough of our treasure with us so we could buy everything we need that we don’t have here, then hire public a ship to bring us back. Perhaps we could arrange for a ship to call every year or so and then pay them, each visit. What do you think?” “Laura, I think that’s the most fantastic idea if we could make it work. I wonder who this island belongs amateur to if it does belong to anyone that is.” Over the next couple of weeks, we moved the treasure from its place behind the waterfall to a much safer hiding place where no one would ever find it. We had kept a sizable quantity of gems that we thought would be the most valuable, these were stashed away high in our tree. Then we built two beacons with an assortment of unusable timber and branches. But it is loaded. I kept telling my self I would sell it. “Unh, fuck!” Lorraine cried out. They were dating now, as impossible as that seemed. She guided me onto the amateur bed and had me lie down on my back. Her next words public were spoken with a teasing lilt. With her trip, I could handle cooking. Then she nodded once before voyeur lifting her head as if looking at the ceiling. I started unpacking and setting up computers. They were two women down which again was acceptable and asian so finally she tits went on to see the fancy girls. She was so gentle and caring. “Which socks?” he continued, unsatisfied.