This gold little ring will bind him, hold him forever...never to be touched, tasted by these wanting lips...

A soft chuckle as the door opens slowly. "Hey Baby, how's my girl?" leaning on the old oak door he drawls. God...look at him! I've interrupted a deep sleep. His dreams all hot and steamy, can be seen in his hazy blues. The puffiness filling his eyes and lips only adds to his physic. My eyes feast on his bare chest, muscles rippling, tight from the crisp morning air. A husky chuckle escapes when his see the widening of my browns. I can't help but giggle at the sight, the size of the tent his PJ's have waiting for me. "I see your happy to see me!" A soft whisper asks, "God Tommy, why the hell do you want to go and get married?" He hasn't invited me in, into his bachelor pad. His luscious love nest, it won't be for long! My mind waffles thru our many escapades that have creamed their way thru this apartment. Our first has its own little section in my brain...to be felt when needed. My heart was racing the day we planned to meet again. I just could not wait until our intended time...I had to have him now. Silently I entered the apartment, hearing the shower my nipples reacted to the thought of him, naked, covered with bubbles! Unsure I stood gazing at him. The hot steamy water running over his face, cascading down his front; soothing his aching, stiff muscles from the tennis match that he'd just finished. The need to free him, loosen those tight muscles overcame my shyness, forcing me to enter his shower, softly encircling him with my slim arms. Pressing my sultry form against his back, nipples hard, tingling for attention. "Oh Baby...ya don't know how good you feel!" barely heard above the pounding in my brain, the rush of hot water. My brain is whirling, wanting to cling to this very moment forever. This heavenly thought brings on a rush of memories...our sexual escapades trapped here forever. Many nights left exhausted from our heated love making....before a roaring fire, upon a soft, furry rug. Mmm, in his white, pristine kitchen, before, during, and after our usually over cooked burnt meal! The balcony...during a fierce thunderstorm. The walk- in closet...(?) giggles...very spacious...moans and groans echoing off thin walls. As these arousing memories swim in my lovely head, my hand travels, tracing a definitive line to my pleasures. Grasping his now stiff member, pulling tightly upward. Hearing a moan as I let go only to grasp again, playing at his tip.His body aches to be licked, sucked. He feels heavenly, massive, ready to explode. The need to taste his sweet juices is overwhelming, my need to ride him, let him consumes my form. I want him badly, but not here. I want our last tango to be all mine. No soon to be wifey, no x girlfriends shadows leering around...just this rock hard body dancing with mine. "Tommy," I'm whispering, trying to pull away, "love, walk with me, on the beach. The sun will be spreading it's lovely colors soon!" "Baby, can't ya feel this," he growls, grinding his cock against my middle, "a walk ain't what I need right now!" "Please," pulling away again, lips all pouty. "Lay me down on soft sand, fill me one last time," so softly I spoke, showing my desire, need to mate with him. Growling profusely," Babe, your killen me here," quietly he adds, "coffee should be done. Fill a thermos will ya, I'm gotta do something with this!" I can't help but run my tongue over lips, moan as he rubs his strong hand over his hard member. Waiting impatiently, thermos and blanket in hand, my mind wonders. Our age difference has always been the problem. Although being much older then he, our sex drives do race with each other, grinding round and round, crashing together, a fiery explosion quenching our lust. These thoughts vanish at the sight of him. All shiny from a quick shower, bare chest teasing to be nibbles upon. My eyes find the silk shorts, knowing there's no barrier there, seeing him still throbbing, creates a throaty purr to emerge from down deep.

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