So Beautiful it Made Me Cry

There’s a warm corner in my courtyard that catches the sun and stops even the finest zephyr of wind from reaching it. And there, on a sunny lounger in a pure white bikini lay Dani. Her absolutely perfectly proportioned body just soaking up some spring sun. Her eyes were closed, and for a moment I wondered if she was asleep, but the two ear buds gave me pause for thought. 

My eyes track from her toes, up her perfect legs to her bikini bottoms. It was on,y then that I realized these were not bikini bottoms at all, but rather panties. Her mound, clearly shaping the material and was that the barest hint of a camel toe? Then her belly. That gentle swell that only comes with maturity  before leading my eyes up to her breasts. Covered, as I now realized by nothing more substantial than a trainer bra which made her clearly erect nipples even more prominent. I felt a sudden outpouring of affection for this wonderful girl. How lucky we were to find her, and how lucky that she has fitted in so well to this household where ‘naked days’ are a thing, and any time, any place sex abounds. Whether with a partner, or merely one of us masturbating, when the mood takes us, we are free to do whatever we need. And Dani, bless her, has seen it all. Emily and me, the gorgeous Allan and me, and every kind of sex imaginable. She accepts it all in her stride, and I love her for it. 

She shifts slightly, just a slight arching of her back and a cute little wriggle of her shoulders. And then her hand rests lightly on her tummy. I freeze where I am, even though I’m behind triple glazed windows and I know she couldn’t. hear me or, for that matter, see very much from where she is. 

The hand drifts lazily south, over her panties until it rests with her middle finger pointing to what, since she has slightly opened her legs, is a clear and obvious camel toe. Oh I know it’s my imagination, but are her labia visibly swelling before my eyes? I know they do when I’m up close. Dani’s labia really do swell….quite remarkably so. 

She seems to pause. Is she making a decision? Perhaps doing what I do sometimes…scanning my body. Should I masturbate now, or later? Her nipples are certainly hard and I know she has hyper-sensitive nipples. I see a brief movement of that imperious middle finger. Just a couple of side-to-side movements as if testing the water. 

And then her hand moves north, to my intense disappointment, but only to the waistband  before slipping under it and out of sight. My heart races with excitement. Then Dani does what I call her "feet thing". She bends her knees outwards, and brings the soles of her feet together. I can clearly see her full camel toe now, at least, until her hand pushes the material away, and then all I can see is a gentle movement. 

Her left hand plucks at a bra strap, tugging it over her shoulder and peeling the soft brushed cotton down until her breast is exposed. The hand in her panties moves a little faster. Then a knuckle tents the material before disappearing and I know that long middle finger is now buried deep inside her. She turns her left hand palm outwards and puts the forefinger to her teeth and gently bites down on it. Her neck and upper chest are visibly colored now. Oh, how I wish I had the gift of telepathy! I would love to know what shes imagining right now. 

The finger re-emerges. I don’t need to see it to know it’s covered in her abundant wetness. I know exactly how it would look. I know its scent, and I know its taste. It returns its attention to Dani’s clit, moving more rapidly now. Dani is arching her back and alternating with clenching her buttocks and grinding her hips. Shes close. 

Suddenly, her left hand clamps down on the sun lounger and she arches her back. Her head is thrown backwards and her mouth forms a perfect “O”. Even from here, I can lip read the torrent of “Oh fuck……fuck……fuuuuck.” coming from her. I glance between her legs. I have never wanted to see a girl squirt through her panties more than right now. 

Dani calms from her orgasm, and then, to my utter delight, licks her finger. 

As I stand there, I find I’m weeping unashamedly. What I’ve just seen is utter beauty. Perfection. I’m not filled with lust…

…just with love.