Leona Lights Up the Sky - Sex Stories

Leona Lights Up the Sky

1977 I lay in the dark staring out over the night waters of Lake Michigan through the floor to ceiling high rise windows with the blinds pulled up for an unobstructed view. No other buildings were as high as mine giving me a panorama of the sky and water. I had the windows as open as was possible in such a building. They let in enough of a breeze and the sounds from the park below. I was fresh and clean from my shower and I heard the water being shut off as Leona finished hers. We had been out together all morning and locked in sweaty embraces all afternoon. After all it was the 4th of July and it was hot in Chicago. But the cool breeze blew across the lake and sent the first strains of “The Overture” through my windows. Sure they were using violins, but I knew this piece intimately. So I heard the choral voices in my head. As if on cue Leona strolled in front of the windows. She was a short full figured redhead. What a redhead indeed. White on white skin, pink on pink nipples, and the longest, straightest, reddest hair I ever gripped while holding on for dear life and limb. Her tits were soft and huge, her belly round but still with an impossibly waspish waist which flared out perfectly to a curvy and succulent bottom and hips only tapering again into the milkiest and whitest thighs I had ever feasted between. The red lipstick and nails were festive celebrations of her pallor and femininity. Not to mention a fitting nod to our country's flag. So with white skin, red hair ...

... and nails, I did what I could do to fuck her blue all afternoon. When I had risen for my shower I felt I had accomplished that task leaving Leona on the black satin sheets still gasping after her last spine wrenching orgasm. Now she posed with a sheer black wrap which did nothing to hide her curves in the back light of the evening windows and light-less room as the orchestra played its introduction. But on a tympani hit Leona turned her attentions to me. With the end of the choral intro as the gentle oboe sang in it’s clear voice over the opening orchestral interlude I watched as Leona let her robe fall to the floor leaving her luminescent alabaster skin shining in the darkness. I marveled at the outside curves of her full and womanly tits as the light peeked through the gap betwixt her milky thighs leaving a glow where I had frolicked in heaven all afternoon long. Although she had cum numerous times, I had not spewed once, yet had shuddered the shudder of the dry prolonged orgasm. But my balls were tender from the effort. Perhaps in better light they might have a blue hue of their own. But as Leona mounted the bed, first with one soft and shapely knee, only to be followed by the next, my eyes were glued to the round full mounds of delight as they dangled and swayed while Leona slowly crawled between my thighs. I lifted my knees as she spread my legs apart with her arms to gain access to my still extremely hard and somewhat sore prick, now fragrant with the scented soap of my ...