Autoerotica

“Show me.”

She leaned back, thumbs stuck into the front of her jeans, regarding him. They’d gotten here hours ago, had lunch, wandered around a bit. Now he was watching her with lust in his eyes.

Slowly, she raised the edge of her shirt, revealing her creamy, pale skin. Up, up, up, until the blue polka-dotted bra finally came into view.

“Awww, yeah, keep going, baby,” he said, happily.

She felt the coolness of the door behind her. She smelled spring grass and flowers, heated by the sun. She heard the sounds of the highway in the distance, and the buzzing of insects close by. She saw desire in his eyes.

Pulling the shirt up to her neck, she wiggled it over her head and down her arms, letting it drop. Batting her eyelashes just a bit, she smiled at him as he sat watching.

“More, honey. Lose the jeans.”

Laughing softly, she undid the button and pulled down the zipper, sliding the pants down her legs and over her boots quickly. Tugging one leg at a time, her pants joined the pile her shirt had begun.

One hand on her hip, she used the other to point to her boots questioningly.

“Aww, no, sugar. Leave those right where they are,” he said surely. “I would be glad to see that brassiere go, though,” he added.

Reaching behind her, she undid one hook then crossed her arms over her chest. She could see him squirming a bit, but she waited almost a full minute by her reckoning before reaching back and undoing another hook.

“Gonna be like that, is it?” he asked, grinning.

She knew he’d get her back, but that was fine with her. She reached back and released the last hook, the bra still held in place by her full breasts. Placing one arm across her chest, she slowly pulled down the strap on one side. Reversing her arms, she slid the other strap down the opposite arm. He was leaning forward now, she saw. She peeled the tops of the cups down with excruciating slowness, until her pink nipples were revealed. She dropped the bra onto the clothing pile.

“Now let’s see that sweet booty, darlin’,” he drawled, removing his hat and fanning himself with it.

She gave the big bear of a man a saucy smile and swiveled her hips as she turned her back to him. Arms behind her, she tucked her thumbs into the back of her panties and slid them around to her sides. Pulling downward, the front of the panties lowered first, hidden from view. She heard him suck his teeth and she stifled a laugh. Her thumbs slid around to the back again and moved inch by inch down her round ass cheeks until the waistband of her panties rested against the backs of her thighs. She bent forward as she slid them down her legs, knowing he’d enjoy the view. Stepping out of the panties one leg at a time, they crowned the little mountain of her clothing. She looked over her shoulder and turned back to face him.

He stood and walked to her, taking her by the hand. They walked a few steps and he lifted her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feed, placing her down gently.

“Scoot back a bit and then lay down,” he instructed, taking a camera from his pocket. She did as he asked.

He made some adjustments to the camera and then said, “Now, give us some pretty poses, baby.”

She shifted her legs, moved her arms, gathered her long strawberry blonde hair in different ways, as his camera captured image after image. All she heard was the soft sounds of the camera moving from one picture to the next. By the time they were done, she had been over every inch of the surface beneath her. He lowered his camera, looking satisfied, then stored it in his bag.

She remained relaxed and stretched out, and he came over and leaned forward to kiss her sweetly.

“You know, sugar, when I got this old black Mustang, I never figured I’d have a beautiful, fiery filly like you as the hood ornament,” he said, chuckling.

She laughed and, as she watched, he began to strip off his clothes.

“What’re you doing, big man?” she asked.

“You’re so fine laying there on the hood of that car…and there’s no one around here for miles, sugar. I’ve got to have you, right here and now.”

Climbing onto the hood of the Mustang and gathering her into his arms, he was as good as his word.

~ by skyeinmoonlight on December 31, 2014.

2 Responses to “Autoerotica”

  1. So nicely done. Seductive. Sensual.

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