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Rock of Ages, Chapter 2
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Rock of Ages, Chapter 2 I pop the lid on the top of the oil with a little “snick” sound and tip it on end. The sun has warmed the bottle as I swam and I feel the warmth of the silky liquid as I spill it into my hand. The air is suddenly redolent with the sweet summer smell of jasmine and I am reminded again that you gave me permission to plant the beautiful vines at will on the property…I file the thought away in my brain to take out again later after the sun has set. For now I just want to feel like the sensualist that I am…my only care in the world is what time will you finally arrive back home to my arms. I begin to coat myself in the oil, beginning at my right calf and working my way up over the long length of my leg. I massage and knead as much as spread the precious liquid, imagining it to be your hands, and I begin to feel a glow begin at the core of my being and spread outwards. I finish one leg then move to the other and then laying back to do arms…chest…tummy…sides…reaching limbs outward in a lazy exaggerated stretch as I do so. When I finish I feel like a golden glistening statue…no matter how I look in reality, that is the impression in my mind. I set the bottle down and stretch out on my back…arms reaching up and dangling off the chair over my head, one leg long the other akimbo. I take a long slow breath and sigh it out and begin to dream a little dream of you. It isn’t long before the sun has baked me dry and I know I must move or burn to a crisp…the sun will be harsh on the white triangles of my breasts and it will spoil my Lover’s fun for the night. Since I have no wish to spoil your (or my own) fun for the evening, I rise up off the chaise and head back to the pool. A sudden impish grin crosses my face and I take a couple of quick running steps…LEAP into the air and a cannon ball into the deep end. I shoot back up out of the pool, tossing my hair and blowing at the water that is splashing like a tidal wave around me…laughing like a , remembering all the silly little tricks we used to do as thinking ourselves so clever. I imagine myself getting out again and again to do variations of that cannonball…one legged…backwards…the famous fake out. I laugh and amuse myself ottering about for a bit before again walking out of the pool, wringing out my hair and heading back for my chaise and my book. I look down at my skin and see the water beading on the thick coating of oil and smile…suddenly happy that I remembered my phone so that I can send you fuckwithDaddy pics as you toil away at work. Again, I stretch out on the chaise…elongating my body…tossing my head back – I raise the camera phone over my head and a picture, then hit the send button and grin wickedly at the anticipated results. Setting the phone down, I clip my hair up out of the way…roll over on my tummy and pick up my book. not really in the mood to read, but it is important for storms to be directed, otherwise they create havoc to all in their path. So read I do. No matter how hard I try to concentrate on the book…and it’s a good one too…all I can really feel is the sun on my back, the occasional caress of breeze on my skin, the rustle of plant life, the sound of birdsong, the smell of jasmine – god, that smell. I am a creature of the senses and today it is overwhelming me. I can’t seem to stop it…though in truth not trying very hard. I purrrrrrr in a long exhalation of hedonistic delight…wondering for the forty-eleventh time when you will be home. My brain goes back to daydreaming even as I hold that book. It isn’t long before I am trancing out…feeling like one single entity with all that’s around me, thinking about what I would do to you if you were here…right…now……..  |
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Chapter 2 of 7.
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1/29/2019 10:30 am |
Great story K
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