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alking out of the ranch house, I need a break. One more dish to wash, or another floor to sweep and I'll go out of my mind. Looking around the yard, no one is around; as usual I'm all alone. No one to talk to, oh well, I'll just go for a walk.
Removing the ribbon from my hair, letting my long black hair flow in the gentle Texas breeze. I'm wearing a pair of daisy-dukes, cut off very short, fringed from so many washings. A short sleeveless, low-cut yellow blouse, exposing much of my tanned skin, to the hot Texas sun. I know a beautiful place to get away from the boring chores, a field with acres of gorgeous Bluebonnets. It looks like the blue sky has lain down in the field. Here and there are Red Indian Paintbrushes, a beautiful contrast to the Bluebonnets, the perfect place for a lady to fantasise about her prince charming. Approaching the field, looking out over all the blue and red flowers, a smile comes to my lips; all my troubles start melting away. As I walk out into the flowers a feeling of power comes over me. Here I can dream, be anything I wish. I bend over to pick a flower, exposing the cheeks of my buttocks. Sitting down on the soft cool flowers, smelling the wild aroma of the blue flower, and thinking of the man of my dreams; deep blue eyes, brown short hair, broad shoulders, tall muscular body and strong arms and hands to hold me and protect me from all life's hurts.
The hot sun must be playing tricks on my eyes. Dropping the flower and rubbing my eyes I see walking toward me is a man, the man I conjure up in my daydreams. He slowly approaches me, wearing only a pair of jeans. I stare at him, watching, unable to move. Hypnotised by his smooth movements, so many times this scene has happened before, but only in my daydreams.
He stands before me, holding his hands out to me. I place my hands in his, and he pulls me up. His deep blue eyes are staring into my brown ones. He places my hands around his neck, runs his fingers across my arms and shoulders. He gently rubs the back of his fingers on my neck, up to my cheeks. The gentle touch; like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings tracing patterns on my face, ears and neck. His blue eyes telling me how much he wants me. I feel as if I'm drowning in the depths of those eyes. Pulling my face to his, tilting his head to the side. His lips barely touch mine, softly kissing me. Then he crushes his lips to mine, tongue parting my lips, his arms go around me, pulling me tighter to him, kissing me so deep, our mouths melting together. My nipples becoming very erect, and my juices start to flow. Our knees become weak and we sink to the ground, kneeling before each other. His hands go up under my blouse, rubbing my back and sides. Those warm hands touching my naked flesh, getting closer to my breasts. His hands brush against my naked breasts, thrills run throughout my body. Removing his lips from mine, looking into my eyes again, he reaches for the bottom of my blouse, lifting it off of me, and tossing it to the ground. Placing a hand on each breast, lowering his moist mouth to my nipple, he twirls his tongue around the nipple, teasing it, making it even more erect. Then doing the same to the other one, driving me wild with desire for him. He very softly touches the tip of his wet tongue to the tip of my nipple. First one nipple then the other, going back and forth. My head tilts back and my back arches, tingles run from my nipples to my love nest.
Gentle drops of rain start coming down, feeling so good on my aroused flesh. He licks the drops from my breasts and lays me back into the soft Bluebonnets. The wild smells of the flowers, rain, and our passion drifting to my nose. He places his lips on my breast, inhaling it into his warm mouth. The cool raindrops are falling on me. Sucking my breast into his mouth, nibbling my nipple with his back teeth, his hand is massaging my other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, with just the right amount of pressure. Moaning, my head turning from side to side, raindrops splattering on my face. Ever so slowly he removes his mouth from my breast, slides his hands down, unbuttons my shorts, and slowly slides the zipper down. His lips go to my belly button, and he is inserting his tongue, in and out. Crawling between my legs, his hands tugging at my shorts, I raise my hips, and he pulls my shorts down. The feel of him and the raindrops is driving me wild. I must have him inside me, now. I rise up and push him back into the soft bluebonnets.
Hurriedly I unfasten his jeans; pull them down and off, tossing them to the side. Crawling up to his side, I rub my erect nipples on his chest. Looking into those blue eyes as I lower my hot wet love box onto his hard shaft I ride his love tool, leaning forward, and bouncing breasts on his chest, pushing my wet love box all the way down on him, up and down. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me down on him. The rain falling a little harder, it feels so good on my naked back and buttocks. He matches every thrust I make, driving himself deep inside me, faster and deeper with each thrust. Rain and passion are drenching our bodies. The feeling of lightening is building inside my love nest, just waiting for the right moment to strike. He pushes up into me; a deep moan comes from his lips. Lightening pours from my womanhood, screams of fulfilment come from my lips. The rain pouring on us as we pour our juices onto each other. My energy completely drained, laying on him, his arms hold me, and his hands are rubbing my back.
The rain stopping, our wet bodies snuggled together. I look into his blue eyes; ask him how he happens to be here today. He replies, " I have watched you many times, wishing I knew how to erase the sadness from those brown eyes. I have wanted to hold and make love to you. My name is Jim." I smile at him, no more sadness in my brown eyes.
