Japanese Garden

By A.J. Heard

I think of you as I lay back in the water, my breasts floating on the surface, like caramel coloured buoys. Nipples are erect from the slight chill as the air softly kisses their taut tips. While under the surface the currents and eddies caused by the jets fondle my body, slipping into and around private nooks and recesses like your oh so imaginative fingers paying homage to my feminine charms. . .

My mind lazily contemplates you. A tall lean man, almost, I can feel your long body next to my shorter, softer one. Your eyes closed while my finger follows the line of one blue vein losing it in the crisp black hair. Your warmth draws me to lie my head on your chest, where I can hear the steady beat of your heart.

Your arm slowly rising, encircles my waist, and your fingers trace slow circles along my ribs as I squirm suggestively. Sliding my bent leg along the silky hair on your thighs, my hand glides along your stomach to the thatch of wiry hair covering the root of your now waking cock. Moving away to position myself between your spread legs, I dip my face below the water, red hair floating, radiating out along the surface as I gently take you into my mouth. You gasp from the contrast between my mouth, cool in comparision to, and the heat of the water. Your hips thrust involuntarily as I take you in, all of you, squeezing your hardened length as I swallow making you groan and cry out as you release thick , hot jets of come, leaking slowly from my mouth as I swallow all I can of your copious rain.

Emerging from the water with a satisfied smile on my lips I inch back up your body to lay my head on your chest. Your arm slowly rising, encircles my waist holding me tight to you, your leg moving up to capture and lock me into position as fingers take advantage of my vulnerable position. Seeking, exploring, slipping in and out as I writhe and moan, heart beating faster, breathing heavy, back arches, I cry out your name, my body trembling with my release as I hold to you in my ecstatic state. Tears and crying while I shudder from occasional aftershocks, and you wrap me in your embrace, safe, secure, keeping the world momentarily at bay.

In the background I hear a bell. Like the soft tinkle that heralds approaching astro encounters. I realise it is the timer letting me know my hour is about over, as your form shimmers and slowly vanishes like the Cheshire cat, leaving me once more lying back in the water, my breasts floating on the surface, like caramel coloured buoys. Nipples erect from the slight chill as the air softly kisses their taut tips. While under the surface the currents and eddies caused by the jets fondle my body, slipping into and around private nooks and recesses like your oh so imaginative fingers paying homage to my feminine charms. . .