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Oriental Stars

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There are some things you need to put from your mind. I want to. I do. Tell me how to do that. Because some things drive you mad with remembering. The dock was beautiful that night. All starry skies and warm breeze and lapping water. Sitting on the end of it, feet dangling in the water, I willed him to come looking for me. The smell and sounds from the campfire in the distance were lovely but the deep dark here was made to keep secrets. I wanted him to be my secret. Just this once, to know how he would feel against my skin, if the chemistry was real between us, or only mine. I strained to hear anyone approaching, hearing my heartbeat In my ears so loud I was afraid it would drown out the sound of the footsteps I so badly wanted to hear. I sat there for an hour or so and then told myself I was being ridiculous and gave myself five more minutes to dream before I admitted he wasn't coming. I felt the dock sway a moment later and I didn't turn around. Could be anyone, and I didn't want to be disappointed. A moment later strong muscular legs wrapped around me from behind and those oriental hands rubbed my arms. I didn't speak, didn't want to ruin the moment. His lips brushed my neck and my body lit up like a firecracker. Those lips, those warm thin lips that would never slobber, were climbing to my ear lobes, nibbling all around them. A sigh escaped me and a latte colored finger touched my lips asking silence. The sexyiest silence I've ever known. Then that finger traveled down my throat and settled at the bottom above my collar bone and rubbed up and down, up and down. It slid a little further down each time and soon it worked it's way down between my breasts, then navel, then pelvis. One hand in my hair he pulled my head back to reach the front of my neck, and I reveled in the touch. His fingers slid under my bikini bottoms and began to explore. That small perfect hand cupped my crotch pressing up hard against it and it swelled within me growing wet against his palm. He bent my flexible body forward pinning his arm between my legs, moved to his knees and tossed my wet hair to one side. I felt my bikini straps slide and loosen until it fell into my lap. He smelled like his garden, and sand, and smoke, and salt. And I tested the salt in his ink black hair as he bent to suckle my breast sending my my mind into the stars and my nipples pointing that general direction. Still bent in half he began to move that hand around my clitoris, knees still holding my legs tight together. I was aching to spread for him, to give him access to all of me, but he held me tight and all the desire was forced to remain growing and growing in that one spot, contained and driving towards climax in fury, desperate to be allowed to blossom. By now my breasts were aching in desperation, and his arm was all the way across my chest passing over them both at the same time occasionally pinching or flicking. God help me as he dropped his head and sucked and bit them, swirling his tongue around one, then tossing my hair to the other side and leaning down to claim the other. I was still young. I had never cum with my legs closed before. I had no idea. I didn't actually think I could. But eventually there must come release and that night I learned to revere it. There on that swaying dock a raging volcano driven by insatiable need consumed my entire torso, head to knees, with flames so hot I thought my body must be melting. I tried one more time to seperate my legs but he held tight, slid two fingers inside me, reached deep inside, touched a tiny spot, and watched me shake in agony and elation and ecstasy. He held me until my breath returned to something more normal, turned my face to his with one gentle finger and put it to his mouth meaning shhh. We spoke nothing of each other's language, but he certainly spoke the language of need. He rose and turned away, but not before I noticed the wet bulge of his penis in his pants, and finally I knew. Words cannot express what chemistry can.

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