She was always very beautiful to me. Something about her, her tiny frame, cute smile, pouty lips, dark eyes and hair. She looked so sad, sitting by herself, and id watch her from a distance. Id wonder what she was thinking, and if she knew how much i desired her. I was always tempted to caress her face, such smooth, young skin. I never knew how to approach her. She didnt look like the type that would fall for a simple hello, and a simple hello was far from being gentle and creative enough for her great magnitude.
Sometimes i would sketch her, from a distance, but gave up quickly because i could never capture all her beauty. My hand was not talented enough, not worthy of copying her beauty. And in some strange way, it felt wrong. I longed to touch her, hold her, protect her from what hurt her so much. She did not deserve the pain. Although her tears were like liquid satin, falling down her flushed cheeks, caressing them, and dying on her lips. All i wanted was to kiss them away. But i was unworthy of tasting her sweetened, loving tears.
I wanted to ask her what was wrong, perhaps i could provide insight, but was afraid shed get intimidated. I did not hold the most honourable reputation. So instead, i continued to watch her, each tear bringing on a wave of despair inside of me. There was something so beautiful about the way she cried. Practically motionless, staring at the ground, her strength shone through the glimmer of tears.
She held in her hand a single white flower, twisting it between her delicate fingers, taking barely any notice to it. Once in a while shed glance at it, and let out a heaving sob. I had never desired her as badly as now. Her breasts quivered with the sobs, and i knew then she was not well used, and was meant to be taken slowly, gently, patiently. I knew then i had to have her. Did she desire me? Did she even know i watched her? To love a woman is to completly devote yourself to her, and i would have done so at the drop of a hat.
She looked in my direction, and caught my eye. I had been noticed! I was so startled that i did not know if i should look away, or go to her. I kept staring into her eyes, and she did not look away. Her sobs had stopped at this moment, but several velvet tears still fell from her eyes.
Our eyes stayed locked and i felt a burst of tears come over myself. She saw this and gave a warm, understanding smile. At that moment, i had forgotten everything i had ever learned. All i knew, was that i could not hide any longer. All i knew, was the beautiful way her skin radiated and it was like she was surrounded in a bubble of warmth, beauty, and light.
Our eyes still locked, i stood up. She gave a slight nod as if to say it was okay, and i started towards her. When i finally reached her, i opened my lips to speak, and she stopped me, putting her forefinger on my lips. "I know." she said, explaining everything with two words. Her voice was sweeter than any melody i had ever heard. Her words were like drops of sugar, soothing my ears. She put her hand to my face, and brushed my hair back. I leaned my head down to kiss her, and she didnt resist. Her lips met mine in perfect harmony, and i was completly taken by her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, one arm lifted up so i could feel her back.
She had nothing underneath her smooth, silky, thin summer dress. I could feel her nipples poking through, barely brushing, teasing mine. I ran my hand down her back and cupped her ass. It was perfectly rounded, and fit nicely into my palm. There were no obstacles there, either. I broke my lips away from hers and started kissing down her neck. Goosebumps began to form all over her skin. She pressed her breasts upwards, towards mine. Her hands were now exploring my body as well. So gentle, soft, smooth, i had hoped my curves were enough to satisfy her. Her dress was stretchy, and i managed to release one perfect, small, rounded soft breast. Her nipples were already firm, greeting the cool summer breeze with excitement. I put my mouth over it, and flicked it back and forth with my tungue. Her breathing became inconsistent, quick, and louder. With one arm still around her back, i slid the other one around her body, and up her dress. Her inner thighswere moistened, and the feel of it made my own inner thighs dampen.
I continued up her thigh until i could not go any more. Her bare, moistened folds welcomed my finger to find the spot. Now moved to the other breast, still flicking, sucking, gently pulling with my teeth, my finger moved across a small bump and she gasped. I knew i had found it. She moved her own hand around waist to the front, and started exploring my dampened flesh. Feeling through every single fold, flap, bump and hole. She jabbed one finger inside me and i moaned on her nipple.
I slowly lifted her dress up over her head with my other hand, still rubbing the bump that made her gasp. She started taking my clothes off as well, seemingly delighted by the feel of her bare breasts against mine. I lifted up my head so that i could kiss her again, by now i had begun to miss the way she pressed her soft lips against mine. The taste of her tungue was intoxicating, the feel of it unforgettably amazing. I wanted to taste her, NEEDED to taste her.
I slowly lowered her down on top of the soft grass, on top of the pile of clothes we created, so she would not dirty herself. She stared into my eyes lovingly, and i felt as if she could see my soul. Normally i would have been ashamed to have been revealed, but the love in her eyes told me she admired me, and found nothing wrong in my soul. I gently held myself on top of her, kissing her beautiful mouth, fondling her magnificently soft breasts. I started moving my kisses down, slowly, down her neck, breasts, stomach, leaving no skin untouched.
As i passed down her navel, she gasped again. Her stomach was trembling inside, i knew she was excited. I continued down until my mouth reached the place where her lips began to part. I gently kissed her there and she lightly moaned. I stuck out m tungue and spread her lips apart with it. She tasted like an angel, sweet, flowery, with a hint of fruitiness. I was overwhelmed with admiration for her. I lapped at her fluids, then started up a tiny bit, until i could feel the bump i felt earlier. Her leg twitched, and she gasped. I knew she favoured me. I began to flick it with my tungue, similarily like i had done with her nipple. Her moans became more audible, her breathing more rapid. I lapped faster and faster until she was almost screaming. Her legs were twitching almost constantly now, and i was flicking my own bump with a free hand. I looked up at her, still lapping. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, eyes shut, she appeared to be experiencing nirvana. I had never loved anything the way i loved her in that moment. I started even faster, on her and myself, until her legs were trembling vigorously. I knew she was on the verge of orgasm and continued. Desperately wanting to taste her cum. I wanted her to cum all in my mouth. As soon as she started too, i immediatly moved my mouth down a little bit so that i could taste all her fluids. A stream of honey poured onto my tungue, and i made sure not to waste a single drop. When she had no more honey to give me, i layed down beside her and caressed her body. She gazed up at me lovingly, then turned onto her side so that she could rest her head against my breast, and hold me with her arm.
I wrapped one arm around her, and gently ran my fingers through her hair with the other. At that moment nothing else existed, nothing mattered: i knew nothing. All i knew was the sweet taste of her and the softness of her body. And that i never wanted to move. Ever