Community Involvement Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 14

... across her slender torso and I could not help but notice that the hem of her skirt had ridden up her thigh. Like a moth to a flame my fingers glided down to caress her crotch. Tenderly I eased them flat across the material of her knickers feeling the warmth of her womanhood beneath. She made no attempt to stop me so I slid my hand under the waist band to be greeted by her mound which was already awash with her juices. Neither of us dared to speak, the moment was just too special. I simply explored the top of her cleft and easily located her hardened clitoris. With soft circular rotations of my index finger alone, I started to tease her button. Instantly she gasped and shook at my first caress, then she purred with each additional movement. I did not apply any pressure, just a steady yet gentle touch, sometimes in circles and then along the hard ridge of her clitoral hood. Within minutes, Michelle was clutching to my neck in a tender climb to a gorgeous pinnacle. Around and along, around and along my finger danced over her most intimate parts which finally sent her over the precipice. She sucked my neck hard into her mouth as her body convulsed then exploded. As her climax burst forth and all Michelle could do was throw her limps wide in an attempt to expel the pent up energy and ride her way through the intense orgasmic waves that racked her gorgeous body. Finally, she relaxed, a wonderful smile of contentedness spread across her face. All things around us no long existed; ...

... we were locked in an embrace that only knew of the present. Suddenly though, our solitude was disturbed by the breaking of a large wave. The spray was light yet cold and roused us from our lovers’ cocoon. The tide was on the way in and we had not noticed, we were too caught up in other matters. Michelle and I scampered onto the sand before another wave could drench us, laughing at ourselves for being so naïve. After catching our breath I asked if she would like to have the picnic lunch she had prepared. She giggled delightfully and suggested a spot not too far from where we stood. I half-heartedly agreed but suggested an alternative. "How about we go up there?" I pointed toward the top of the cliff. "What? Up There? I mean, what is up there and how could we possibly get there without breaking our necks?" she seemed a little disappointed. I took her hand and pressed it into mine. “We don’t have to climb the cliff. However, up there is the Barrenjoey Lighthouse and it’s quite an ease walk. The track starts around the other side of the headland.” Her disappointment quickly turned to excitement when I explained about the bush track that traversed the western part of the headland and what the view was like. “Well? What are we waiting for?” Her excitement was contagious. Half an hour later we had ascended the rocky track and found ourselves standing some two hundred metres above the sand where we had been standing, looking up. The plateau where the lighthouse is built is hammer head ...