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The year was 1970 something. We were in a V.W. Van on the way home from a formal dinner date. The memory is warm and safe, full of young love. We pulled over in an empty field to do what most kids our ages, do. The difference with us, so it seems, was that we were both a little shy, a little unsure.

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Twenty something years later, a question is asked. "What would you have done if...?" My answer, long in coming starts thus...

The Reality.

As you pulled me to your lap, I protested.

"I am too tall, too big."

"No", you said, " you are just right."

I look out the window as you caress my arms to put me at ease. It works, I relax. I face you and look into your eyes, getting lost in the depths. Your lips so soft, yet strong draw me to them. Your kisses are velvet and sweet, not to short, not to long, with a gentle touch of tongue. I worship at this temple as long as I am able.

Alas my attention is drawn to the pleasure of your hands moving over my neck and shoulders, with a brush of knuckles over the tops of my breast. You gently tug on the halter of my dress. Your hand slips in to cup my breast, to thumb my nipple. I wish; I want to feel that kiss on that pink tip. I want; I need to feel the laving of that tongue...

The Fantasy

Now, If I had been brave on that faithful night, this is what should and could have been. I would start, if I could, with the sensual seduction of touch and taste.

The back of the neck, a finger tip touch. The shell of the ear, a touch of tongue, a whisper of breath. A nibble at poker oyna the edge of the jaw, and at the throat, a nip and a lick. My reward would be a moan, a sigh, a groan.

I would continue my feast across your chest to find those flat buds of delight, draw them into my hot mouth to graze them with the edge of my teeth. Just enough to cause a shock, a ripple of excitement.

My hands reach to pull off your shirt. Your breath quickens and heart beats rapidly. Your eyes question mine. A purring laugh and a quick kiss from me, stops all questions. I let my hands continue their explorations. I slide my hands down your arms to your hands and I pull you from your seat to your knees.

Behind you I kneel and whisper non words into your ear. Running my hands down your chest, you shiver. You grab my hands to touch your cock." No, No, No not yet... soon." I sigh into your ear.

My caresses continue along your back. You can't believe the sensations, the chill, and I'm rewarded with another shiver and throaty moan. You lean forward to grip the seat as my kisses find the sweet spot at your hip. I blow breath across that wet kiss before licking to the dip at the base of your spine. You suck in a hard breath, this spot is so sensitive, again I laugh low and deep.

You bow your head over your arms while you grip the seat. Your breath comes quick and uneven. Your heart beat is wild and strong. You open your eyes looking down between your arms to see my hands splayed across your abdomen, my bare chest to your back. Oh, for me that caress of my skin on yours is a blessing. canlı poker oyna I'm so alive with anticipation. I continue my cursed torture and reach for the button and zipper. I feel the longing in your flesh with shakes and shivers.

With unspoken agreement you stand and let the clothes drop. You are hard, so hard. You moan in anguish as I stroke your legs, still behind you. Wicked is how I now feel, power surges through me. My kisses trail low and before me is that fine round ass, tight from years of marching. Who would not be tempted to nibble a small taste, to nip a little bite of that flesh? I had to dip my tongue down that dark dividing line and feel your legs shake.

I sneak a peak at your cock. It is so ridged with drops of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Your hands are clenched into fists at your side to keep from grabbing me. Your breathing is now harsh, the sounds make me hot. I reach down to touch my pussy, it's very wet. Ummmm, it's difficult not to give myself a few strokes, but I stop and leave that for you.

"Please sit." I whisper

You all but fall into the seat, legs no longer working. You reach for me and I move slightly back. A naughty, naughty boy.

"Relax." I say.

You lean back in the seat. Delectable, delightful, full, hard, ridged. Enough for the man you are but made for me. Heavenly! I see you watching me. You touch my face and brush your fingers over my lips. I suck it into my mouth, a prelude to what is to come. I lay my head on your thigh to take a mouth full of that tender flesh and suck it deep. Your cock internet casino jerks in reaction; I smile a satisfied smile and continue to the other leg, a drop of pre-cum starts to fall. I catch it on the tip of my finger and bring it to my mouth and lick it off to the sound of your sigh. I want to touch myself again but I don't, I know I will go up in flames if I do.

My hand cups the tight drawn sack of your balls. I have to taste them. I pull them, oh so gently, into my mouth, sucking, rolling. It's almost to much for me. I let them fall from my mouth while the pressure is still on them. A gasp comes from you, what a joy to know you are appreciating my labors.

Cautiously I approach the base of your cock with my tongue, it slaps your stomach in anticipation. I cover that mushroom head with my full lips and roll it around in my mouth. Ummm, so good. Salty, sweet, velvet over steel. Shallow at first then deeper and deeper, I suck in your cock. Can I take it all? Oh, I'm so hot and wet! Your head is back, a hand on my arm and one tangled in my hair, jaw clenched, perspiration beading on your brow. I let that delicious flesh pull almost out of my mouth the suck in deep and fast, you begin to quake.

You whisper harshly, "Faster!"

Your grip is tighter your knees shake. I suck harder and faster! Then at the right moment, a finger, one digit, damp from my mouth slides slowly into your ass. You cum almost at once, hard, strong, while still in my month. You cry out a guttural sound of pleasure .

I cum by watching your face and knowing you have enjoyed my work. I am spent, exhausted, yet satisfied. You hand me a tissue, I touch the corners of my mouth, smiling . " Yum, delicious."

That, my long lost love, is the answer to your question, "What would you have done if ..."