The warm evening air, the bright moonlight. Could it be better? In the darkened corner where the hedging creates a cosy secluded corner, I’ve placed two folded blankets on the bench seat without any thought about how they might be used. I have ensured that the single light bulb inside the alcove gives only a gentle light so I can view her better. But where is Sara?“I’m right here.”The sound of that fetching Texan drawl has me excited before I turn to see her framed in the rose trellis arch. In the little black strapless dress, so perfect for her figure, she only she rivals the beauty of the roses. A string of pearls, her subtly tanned bare shoulders and her wonderful smile rival the moonlight. One step each and we are in each other’s arms. Our kiss is warm, moist but so gentle, so loving, yet so full of an indescribable longing. That longing is probably revealed in the way my hands slide over her body.I break the kiss, having noticed no obtrusions under her dress.“You’re not wearing any underwear.” And my voice reveals my surprise.The light catches the glint in her hazel eyes as she frowns and says, “Oh, I didn’t know you’d want that.” She makes a mock turn away as she says,” I’ll go and get—“I grab her arm, “No you don’t. I’ll just have to take you as you are.”“Or, with less,” she adds, teasingly.Now the kiss is deeper, and our tongues shimmy together before I suggest we settle on the bench. Leaning her bare back into the softness of the hedging, she sighs, “Oh, it’s lovely here.” And she points upwards, “Look, the moon is shining in on us.”“Hope he’s not a tell-tale.” She chuckles, “Should şehitkamil escort we give him something to talk about?”I hold her hand. “What would you be doing if you weren’t here?”“Writing most likely.”“Writing what?”“A sexy story.”“About?”“Oh, an old codger, who hasn’t had it up for a long time.”“Can’t be very sexy then. Sounds a bit familiar.”“He needs to be reminded of what he’s capable of.”“By a Texan lady magician?” I ask, reaching out a hand to stroke my fingers through her long brown hair, which, just for me, she has not tied up.She gives a little shiver. “Mm, that’s nice. Y’all know how to treat a lady. But I’m no magician.”“More than you know.” I am stepping into dangerous waters, but I need to let her know how I feel about her.“I don’t know what you mean.”“I mean that looking at those pics of your full-frontal tanned body gives me a big thrill.”My fingers, which have been luxuriating through her tumbling hair now stroke her gossamer smooth cheek and rub gently along the tendons on the side of her neck. Her gentle sigh of pleasure delights me.I caress each bare shoulder where her skin is sensuously velvet, and I murmur, “But more than that—”But she leans into me and her lips cut off the admission I was going to make. Each meshing of lips and tongues seems to be ten degrees hotter than the one before. Sara slides her hand inside my shirt and the skin seems to be electrified. No magician? Not much, she isn’t.As our kissing becomes more frantic, I realise I am going to have great difficulty in keeping to my intention of a gradual build-up. My fingers are exalting in roaming the skin and curves of her shoulders and upper arms. I trail one finger along the top edge of her dress and the gradual suggested rises there. With a little moan, Sara breaks our kiss and pants, “Unzip me.” When I momentarily hesitate, she hisses, “Please.”Finding the zip is no problem, and I enjoy the rasping noise as I drag it to where it ends, just at the start of her buttock crack.Sara’s lovely eyes, slightly clouded, look into mine as she shuffles her upper body and the front of her dress drops forward, like an egg revealing two chicks. My breath shudders in my throat as I realise that these are two of the sweetest orbs there could ever be.Pink tipped breasts that are just irresistible to my good intent. My right-hand folds over her left breast, finger tickling the nipple, while my mouth cannot resist the impulse to plunge down like an eager sparrow hawk as I take the right nipple between my lips, sucking and tonguing it hungrily.I suck. I pamper. Sara moans and sighs her pleasure.Ah, such succulent breasts. My right hand encloses the whole breast. Just as I suspected, a complete handful, wonderfully resilient and, given her gasps and deeper breathing, so sensitive. Even more so when my fingers begin plucking on that nipple, rolling it, stretching it, making her whimper her pleasure. Or is it my tongue circling around the areola of her other nipple? Savouring it. Licking at the hard pebble-like lump of it.Sara, despite keenly soaking up my attentions, has unbuttoned my shirt completely, and one hand is busy stroking over my whole chest while the other ruffles through my hair, at the same time pushing my face into her eager breasts. Her movement, my movement must be advanced. The twitching has begun.Once Sara’s wandering hand drops to my lap and, finding nothing, moves back to my chest. If she tried again, she wouldn’t be disappointed. As though guessing that, she has her fingers fumbling for my belt buckle. I know, the way I am crouched it will be an impossible task.“Would you just stand up, please, Sara?”.”I didn’t want you to stop what you were doing,” she tells me, but she stands, her hands clutching at the edge of her dress.“No, put both hands up above your head.”“Mr Bossy, is it?” But with a lascivious smile of understanding, she raised her arms, and, as her dress fell to the ground, she growls, “You naughty man.”And there she is, just as she was in her picture, only with raised arms, her breasts are lifted and her whole body looks more curvaceous. In the pale light, the gold of her wonderful skin that I long to caress looks even darker. With her legs further apart than in the pic, I could see how her lower lips were already puckered and sparkling with the dew from having her breasts pampered. In my eyes, Sara is one whole gorgeous package.I ask her to lower her arms before I lean forward to touch and run my hands from knee to crotch along each inner thigh. After repeating the move several times, I hear her sigh, “Oh, yes.” And that encourages me to suddenly move both hands behind her, to clutch her buttocks.That action alone has her staggering nearer, but I make sure she is really close before placing my mouth at the start of her wet crease. Her sharp intake of breath is followed by a delightful “Mmm” sound from her as I push my tongue along her channel.