In recent times we have been such forbidden fruit for each other…unable to blossom and pollinate as often as we sh/could have done…
This is why I feel that perhaps another contribution to Janet’s library of personal smut may be in order…
My most recent ‘story’ of love and lust for her is something of a swan song… to my series of delightfully indulgent private smut…which I hope still flips her tummy as much in finding it as it does for me writing it…for her to find in one of her brown envelopes some day in the near future.
Faundlyn Gardens
Ever since that chance meeting he’d had with Janet, just a few weeks earlier in the street near her house, Tim had thought of little else other than the intoxicating scent of her soft pale skin to his sensuous nose… the weight of her breasts to his knowing hands and the exhilarating sound of her panting and climactic exhalations to his ears as he pumped her with all his love and passion…
He was certain that he’d felt those synesthetic delights exchange between them that day, as they bashfully smiled and stumbled through some filler conversations… about work and people as irrelevant to their fluttering heart beats as traffic lights are to a getaway car, splitting the scene…
“Thursday’s are my day off now” she’d said with a tiny flick of her head and hair… and a short potent stare.
Those 6 words had rung in his ears like the Liberty Bell being struck at the dawn of a Great New Republic. He knew they were as instructive as she would get in a public place…not behind the safety of her blue front door…just a few meters away.
“Let’s try to meet up soon for some food or a walk. Faundlyn Gardens is lovely this time of year and hardly anyone goes there still…it’s such a haven for me on my days off…”
“I’ve been running there myself lately” he replied with more than a little glee…” it really is lovely there right now. The woods at the top are my favourite part of my run. I always remember the times we spent up there…and perhaps the times we didn’t!…I even go up there at night sometimes…when it’s clear and the moon is full enough to see!”
She smiled and made her excuses to get on…aroused and in need of a retreat to her bedroom and a read through some of the erotic letters that he’d sent her…and to fondle her own throbbing wet cunt-lips and probably slide one of her long slim fingers inside her pretty little arsehole and imagine it as him….preparing all of her entrances for the shafting of her life that she so often longed for.
He had indeed been running there recently…always thinking of her perfect curves, her gait and all her other lovely movements as he did so…imagining a secret private meeting with her one day…with every step of his way…
The following Thursday morning he awoke…his cock stiff and pulsing from the dreams that this awakening had inspired. He knew that look in her eye and he relished the prospect of their probable meeting and their first embrace for many months.
Taking his pre-jog shower lathered he fondled his cock and balls as his active mind wandered though their favourite scenarios…flooded with images of orally and digitally pleasuring her, beneath the hot flow of the water in his shower.
30 minutes later he was pounding the streets…pushing himself onwards towards his garden of Eden, in which he hoped his eve would await…His mind racing through the many scenarios that he’d imagined in the time since their last wet, wonderful and passionate fuck.
Climbing the hill he held back on his pace…pondering their possible first moments together, fondly fondling each other amongst the hedgerows…kissing with vigor and with passion.
As he approached the entrance to the gardens he slowed his pace to a walk, so as to catch every inch of his breath for her.
Trotting towards the wooded back area he spotted a lone figure through the branches up ahead of him…
There she was…clad in just a short denim skirt and a hoodie…upon which rested her high pony tail as she arched her back…eyes closed as she stared at the infinite sky.
Slowing to a walk Tim approached his prey with caution as he contemplated the wondrous kill…
Noticing is sidewards approach she recoiled and retreated to the bushes behind her with barely hidden glee…seeking out the place where she would have him…her heart and cunt pulsing in unison as she did so…
He could sense her primal heat as he moved closer to her slow moving body…dancing to the rhythms in her head her heart and in her soaking pussy…
He strode towards her with intent and purpose…making predatory sounds with every step and every breath as he approached his wanton prey…
When he was within striking distance he pounced on her, grabbing her by her wanton waist as she danced towards the bushes that would conceal their lust and their desire…Holding her down he began to salivate all over his lust-bunny’s open cunt lips and wanton anus hole…”oh stick you tongue inside my tight asshole Timmy…I need you to wet me up…prepare me for your erection…I need your cock inside my cunt right now…and your fingers all over my tight little asshole…you know I love it when you bugger me baby…I want your cock pulsating inside me… as I milk your cock…taking you in…”….