Her heart began to race and a light sheen of sweat broke out across her skin. Thighs burning with anticipation, she was barely conscious of
how wet she had become from her memories. Her bare feet began to caress one another, her thin legs sliding along each other as her hands
moved slowly toward her thighs. Before she could get there, a hand fell gently onto her knee, spreading her legs to reveal her secrets to
the evening stars’ delight.
The realization that someone else was touching her cut through her thoughts; her eyes snapped open.
It was him.
She sat there frozen, thoughts obliterated by confirmation that it had all actually happened; she hadn’t been dreaming after all. Her eyes
grew wide as the implications of that moonlit tryst unfolded in her mind.
Her dream lover knelt before her, clad in nothing but shadows, dark eyes watching her intently. His hands passed over her knees, skin cool
and smooth to the touch. She watched, transfixed, as his body moved toward her, ever so slowly. The moon was only just beginning to rise;
there was little but star shine to illuminate the swamp but she could clearly make out his familiar form. His massive cock stiffened and
grew, suspended from his chiseled form like an ancient cypress tree rising from the mist-shrouded swamp.
The wetness of her pussy was challenged only by the bayou itself. As her lover’s body filled the space between her thighs, his greatness
pressing upon her outer folds, she could feel her body already tensing with pleasure. Her mind was racing, mouth wanting to ask so many
questions but all of her words were lost in a cry of hungry anticipation as her lover entered her, pushing his girth forward with a slow
single fluid movement. All thought was driven from her mind, leaving an emptiness as vast and consuming as the fullness now found deep
within her cunt.
His strong hands held firmly to her hips, pulling her toward him, driving his cock deeper inside of her. He pulled her onto his lap, her
dress gathered up around her hips as his hands grasped her by her ass, kneading her flesh as he moved his length back and forth within her.
Nelly placed her hands upon his broad chest. Like his hands, the skin of his chest was firm, smooth, completely devoid of hair; her hands
slid easily up onto his shoulders. She clung to him, head back, mouth stretched open as she panted and writhed in pleasure.