JAPANESE GARDEN
by A. J. Heard
 
Japanese Garden © 1998 by A.J.Heard All Rights Reserved.
Do not reproduce or distribute without the expressed written
consent of the author.
 
I think of you as I lie 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 close
while my finger follows the line of one blue vein losing it in the
crisp black hair. Your warmth draws me to lay 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 curls 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, my mouth cool in comparision to 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, slipping slowly down my chin 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. . . . . .
 
JAPANESE GARDEN (c) 1998 by A.J.Heard All Rights Reserved.
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