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by Damia Author IconMail Icon
Rated: XGC · Fiction · Romance/Love · #120990
An encounter between strangers
The Path

The woman was sitting on the park bench under a shady oak tree reading
a novel. She looks up. She sees a man walking towards her, his head
bowed. He looks up and meets her eyes. They stare into eachothers eyes
for what seems an eternity. He slowly walks towards her, his gaze never
leaving her. Eyes locked he approaches ever closer. Then, before she
knows it, he is standing in front of her. The desire they read in each
others eyes, amazes them both. No words are spoken, just the silent
communication of mutual need. He extends his hand to her expectantly.
Trembling, she puts her hand in his. Her eyes never leaving his as she
stands. He leads her down a path that he knows. It is secluded and not
well traveled. They both feel the tension building, the embers of passion
slowly starting to burn. After a few moments of walking. The man stops.
He turns towards the woman. He leans in and his mouth brushes the
corner of her mouth. She leans in, she wants more. He leans back and
continues to lead her down the path. She feels the sweet anticipation of
another kiss rising in her, her breath quickens. Again he stops. He
comes forward towards her, very close. Bodies a feather length apart. He
kisses her full on the mouth, tongue tracing her lips. No other part of
their bodies touching except their hands. She tries to deepen the kiss. He
backs away and continues their journey down the path. They walk
hand in hand. Every nerve in her body is tingling in anticipation. Again,
he stops. He places his hands on her shoulders and pulls her upper body
close to him. She surrenders to his embrace. Swiftly. Completely. He
kisses her passionately. His tongue slipping into the sweet warmth of her
mouth, exploring its softness. A white hot coil of desire begins to burn in
her. He feels molten desire coursing through his veins. He breaks off the
kiss, pulling in a ragged breath. He leads her down the path to a stream.
They are completely alone, secluded. They walk along the trees to a
bower of pines needles. He pulls her roughly into his arms. His kiss is
fervent anddemanding. She returns his passion just as strongly. He breaks
thekiss...he looks into her eyes. Her eyes are glowing with desire. He can
see the pulse at the base of her neck beating. She can see his chest
heaving. As one they start to remove their clothes. Each one watching
the other. Soon they stand naked, gazing in awe at eachothers. He is hard
and ready. She is glistening in the dappled sunlight. They move towards
each other. Slowly. Bodies almost touching. They wait. She can feel a
pulse beating in her bottom lip as she silently commands that he kiss her.
He slides his hands up her bare arms. She shivers. He can barely contain
himself as he takes her mouth gently and tenderly. Her arms entwine
around his neck. She kisses him greedily. wanting. He gently lowers her
to the ground. She is laying there on the pine needles. The filtered light
making the hollows of her body beautiful and mysterious. He gently
strokes her breast. She sighs softly in pleasure. She pulls him to her. No
longer willing to wait. He does as she wishes. His body covers hers. The
embers of desire flare to white hot aching need. There is no more time
for slow exploration. The desire is too much. They must have what they
crave. Her nails raze his back, as he massages her breast, kissing her all the
while. She gasps as he enters her. So hard so strong. so right. He thrusts
into her. He can nolonger control himself. She lifts her hips to match
him. He legs wind around his waist. Her head thrown back. They ride
the tides of passion further and further and harder and harder and faster
and faster. They are mindless now of where they are or who they are.
They work for a common goal. To find the bliss that is so close now.
Harder and Harder...she grinds her hips into him. Faster and stronger.
She can feel the tension breaks as his does. They feel the molten honey of
ecstasy run through their veins. They are spent. They lay in eachothers
arms for a while. Then as the light begins to fade and dusk falls, they get
up silently and get dressed. They follow the path again. Holding hands,
not stopping. When they get to theend of the path, The man gently
takes her into his arms and gives her a long slow kiss. They part. As she
walks away and disappears into the park, he realizes they had never said a
word. He dident even know her name.
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