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have this special place where I go when I'm feeling down. It always cheers me up, to sit and look out over the fields of strawberry clover. From the top of this hill, you can see for miles. I feel as if I'm on top of the world, here I can sit and just be me. My dreams are my own and I share them only with my special friends. We all need our dreams, without them, what do we have to live for?
As I make it to the top of the hill, I shade my eyes with my right hand. Looking out over the dark green clover, the crimson flowers almost like a blaze of fire, flowing across the land. From a distance, you'd swear the flowers were strawberries. The fragrance of the clover is so intoxicating. As I breathe in the smell, it seems to gently flow down my body, inch by inch. Making all the stress and pain disappear.
Slowly I sink down into the clover, sitting there enjoying the view and fragrances. The gentle breezes caressing my skin, and my long black hair teasing my bare back. My summer dress cut very low in back, thin straps across my shoulders. The front plunging to reveal the tops of my soft firm breasts. The coolness of the clover seeps through my thin pale blue dress, caressing the cheeks of my butt. Reaching out, I pluck one of the red flowers, bring it up to my nose, inhaling the strong exotic smell. Closing my eyes, thinking how much the aroma reminds me of that special man. Gently running it across my lips, like his fingertips over to my cheek, across my high cheekbone, down to my neck. Oh my, that does feel good, tingling sensations running all through my small body. As I bring the flower down, closer and closer to my breasts, the tingling becomes little shivers of delight. The breezes dancing through my hair, causing it to dance across my bare back. That feels so erotic, like feathers of a beautiful red bird, being slowly dragged across my flesh.
The feathery petals of the clover skimming along the tops of my breasts, back and forth, teasing my flesh, nipples getting very erect. Suddenly I hear a very loud clap of thunder; the sky has turned to grey the rays of the sun no longer caressing my skin. Damn! What a time for a summer thunderstorm. The rain, I love, but the lightening and thunder, scare the hell out of me, hear I am the tallest thing around. Looking all around, the only thing I see is an old tobacco barn, another loud clap of lightening. Okay, the tobacco barn it is.
My heart pounding in my chest, increasing with every strike of lightening. The thunder roaring in my ears, please don't let me be another victim of a sudden thunderstorm. The barn is getting closer, just a few more feet and I'll be there. All of a sudden the sky opens up, the rain comes pouring down. I am drenched in a matter of seconds, the thin pale blue dress clinging to every curve of my body. My black, lacy g-string outlining the curves of my butt, and giving the impression of curly black tendrils revealed through my thin pale blue dress.
Running up to the huge double doors of the barn, pulling on the doors, they won't budge. I push as hard as I can, the door gives, and opens, just enough to allow my small frame to enter. Just barely able to squeeze through, the pungent odour of tobacco and hay assault my sensitive nostrils. The odour is very intoxicating, like the strong odours of a sexy man. Pulling the door shut behind me, a very loud roll of thunder reaching my ears, it seems, to roll on and on forever. I can feel my heart pounding below my breast, fear running through me. I've never been through a lightening storm by myself; I feel tightness in my chest. My breathing becomes very hard, like each breath will be my last. My soaked pale blue dress clinging to my small body, my brown areolas very exposed in the wet dress. The barn has a very high ceiling; the coolness of the air sends shivers up and down my spine. My love nest so moist from the strawberry clover, and the fear of the lightening.
My eyes adjusting to the dimness of the barn, thank goodness some of the shutters are open, or it would be as dark as a moonless night. Looking around, I see bundles of hay stacked to one side. I'm shivering and my teeth are chattering, being drenched has me chilled to the bone, and my fear of thunderstorms isn't helping either. Walking further inside, looking all around, plenty of hay and a few old farming tools hanging on the walls. The floor is covered with hay, above me are many rafters, and a loft, with a ladder leading up to it. Trying to concentrate on my surroundings, the lightening still scaring me even more. I have to find something to wrap around me; I am shaking like the leaves in a storm.
All I see is the hay, well, guess that will have to do. Walking towards the hay bundles, I notice behind them a stack of loose hay, perfect. I dig me out a little nest, sit in it and pull some hay over me, oh yes, that feels better. Snuggling deep into the hay, warmth finally calming my shivers. With every strike of lightening, the barn lights up, my heart pounds so loud I can hear it in my ears, fear trying to take control of me. No, I won't panic; I am safe where I am! The rain pouring onto the roof, trying to listen to it and not the lightening and the rumbling of the thunder.
Suddenly I hear a soothing calm voice, it says, "Angel, listen to the rain, feel the rain running down your body, cleansing and washing away your fear. Remember what your grandma always told you, the angels are crying, washing away the sins of all the people. Listen to the rain, Angel". Just as my fear starts to calm, one of the barn doors bursts open!
Was it just the wind? Slowly crawling out of my haystack, peeking around the bundles of hay, there in front of the open door I see someone, a man I think. Quickly I jump back in the haystack Oh great! Lightening and god only knows what kind of character lurking in the barn with me. Peeking around the hay, I see him pushing the door shut. Trying to swallow the huge lump in my throat, now what do I do? Suddenly a big clap of lightening, the barn lights up, just a few feet from me, I see the biggest eyes looking back at me. The eyes open even larger and an ear splitting sound comes from the big mouth, with the largest teeth I've ever seen. I scream, jump up and streak past the monster, heading for the door. My hand reaches out for the door, just inches away, two very strong arms wrap around me, then I really scream and start kicking, clawing. I put my hands on his chest and shove with all my might, and suddenly he releases me. I fall very hard on my butt, almost losing my breath. Recovering very quickly, my mind racing around trying to find an escape route, he's between the door and me and that thing I saw is behind me. Looking up slowly, our eyes meet, he says, " Lady, what the hell is your problem?"
"Sir, you scared the hell out of me, and there's some huge creature back there." I tell him very sarcastic like. "Lady, the creature is my horse. He went back there because he smelled the hay," he explains. "Oh, great... the perfect ending to a horrible day! if there's anything besides lightening, that scares me, it's a big horse." "Lady, I mean you no harm and my horse will not harm a hair on your pretty little head, you have my word on that." Is that a smile I see on his lips, now I'm really angry, he thinks it's funny, how dare he laugh at my fear! "Who the hell do you think you are? Only a heartless, mean, cruel person would laugh at another person's fear", I scream at him. Look of pure hate on my face, you disgusting, low life, and my dark brown eyes revealing to him exactly what I'm thinking. A look of amusement on his face, infuriating me even more, "What do you find so amusing?" , I spit out at him. "For your information, I was smiling at the picture of you mad as hell, sitting there, drenched, long black hair dripping all over you, not at your fear. You look very sexy, dripping wet!" Something touches my back, slowly I turn my head, a scream comes from my throat as the lightening illuminates the barn, and I see the big horse right behind me. Quick as the lightening, I jump up and fly right into the man, his arms go around me automatically, pulling me to him, very protectively. Another strike of fire from the sky, I bury my face in his chest, the wet shirt open all the way down. His warm flesh and hairy chest, feel so comforting, I snuggle even tighter against him. Taking a very deep breath, inhaling his scent, he smells of nature, like a man who loves the outdoors, so very erotic and sensual. Rubbing my soft cheek against his firm chest, shivers of delight running through all the sensitive parts of my body.
What in the world is wrong with me? I want this man, so bad I can taste him! Never have I felt like this, I don't even know his name, he could be a serial killer for all I know. Something about him, makes me feel safe, the feel of his strong body, the look in his brown eyes as they come closer and closer to mine. Our lips touch, eyes close, gently his lips press to mine, his arms pressing me to him, his tongue forces entry into my mouth. He explores every special spot in my mouth and then I explore his, our tongues swirling and rubbing the others. Rubbing my pelvis up and down his thigh, legs squeezing his thigh, tongues still dancing together. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands squeezing my buttocks. He suddenly stops the kiss, and pushes me just a little from him, my eyes flash open; he's looking into my eyes. In his I see a question, in mine he sees the answer, a smile crosses his lips and he lifts me into his strong arms, like I was a feather. My arms encircle his neck and I rest my head on his shoulder. He strolls to the haystack, standing me on my feet he removes his wet shirt, spreading it on the hay, taking my hand he motions for me to sit on the shirt, I do. Sitting down, I pull him a little closer to me, rubbing my cheek against his crotch, the bulge I feel would probably make the horse jealous. Running my cheek up and down the length of it, to bad his jeans prevent flesh to flesh contact. Nothing feels better on a soft cheek, than the hard proof of a man's desire.
Getting up on my knees before him, unbuckling his silver belt buckle, sliding my hand behind the zipper, with my other hand I slowly slide the zipper down, my tongue tracing the line of curly blonde hair, down, down, the curly tendrils becoming thicker and thicker. The hair feel like tiny fingers teasing my tongue, tickling my nose, the zipper is as far as it will go. Placing my hands on either side of his jeans, I tear them down his legs, no gentleness in my small fingers, I know what I want, and patience is not one of my virtues. His jeans down around his ankles, bunched at his black boots, very hairy legs, and the kind a woman loves to rub her cheeks and breasts on. The hairs send such delicious thrills through your body, making the tiny hairs on your arms stand up, so I do it. "Oh" and "ahs" escaping from his mouth, I thought it'd feel as good to him as it does to me.
Rubbing my soft cheek up and down the inside of his thighs, I feel the tingles start in my nipples. His hands grab the back of my head, fingers clutching my hair, squeezing, but not pulling. I can wait no longer, must feel it on my cheek, my hands go up to either side of him, my fingers grasp his white briefs, down they go. A flash of lightening reveals his huge desire for me. Taking it in my small hand, fingers barely able to reach around it, bring it to my cheek, gently touching the tip to my soft cheek Oh yes! It feels so wonderful, soft as cotton candy. Barely letting the tip graze across my lips, teasing my other cheek with it. Massaging him with my cheek, from the very tip to the curly tendrils, up one side and slowly down the other. Reluctantly, drawing my cheek away from heaven, I see on the tip of it, a large dewdrop, smiling I bring it to my lips, massaging the nectar into my small lips. Using the tip of my tongue I run it across my lips, savouring the dew he has given to me, looking into his eyes as he watches me, licking every bit of dew from my lips and his engorged member. His eyes telling me the pleasure he's feeling.
Cleaning all the precious dew from him, swirling my tongue all over the tip, going a little further down with each swirl. The tip of his love tool, caressing my cheek, sending wave after wave of pleasurable sensations from cheek to my groin, from there to my nipples. Oh how my erect nipples need touching, sliding my hands into the top of my pale blue dress, pulling them free from the fabric, one in each of my hands, rubbing them on his hairy legs, moans escaping from deep in my throat, my nipples becoming even more erect. He leans over me, slowly unzips the back of my dress, placing his large hands under my arms, pulls me to my feet. Then he hooks his thumbs into the straps and slides them from my shoulders, the dress slowly cascades to the floor, like a piece of the sky lying on the hay covered floor. I stand before him, with nothing between us except my black lacy g-string panties. His sexy deep blue eyes devouring every bare inch of my body and my brown eyes doing the same to him. The lightening strikes, the barn lights up, his arms go around me, pulling me tight against him, our bodies moulding together. Strong evidence of his desire for me, pressed firmly into my stomach. It is so warm and hard, and oh so huge, surely my small love nest could not accept such a large love tool, but I must have it, all of it.
Another strike of lightening, and he whispers in my ear, "Are you still afraid." A smile crosses my lips and I whisper to him, "No, not at all!" Releasing me he starts to remove his boots and pants, placing my hands on his, I tell him, to please allow me the pleasure. I tell him to sit, my back to him, I straddle his left leg, grasping his boot and removing it, rubbing my lace covered love box on his leg, feeling the hair tickling my inner thighs. Moving over and doing the same with his right boot, once again teasing his leg with my love box. Slowly I remove his pants from his ankles, rubbing my black lacy crotch on his leg. Turning around, sinking to my knees between his legs, gently pushing on his shoulders. He lies back, sinking into the sweet smelling hay; I sit back on my bended legs.
His strong desire for me is even bigger than before, pointing straight towards my small lips, another dewdrop shining on the tip, leaning forward. Grasping my right breast in my hand, slowly collecting the dewdrop with my nipple. Lowering my lips to my breast, licking the dew from my nipple. A deep pleasurable moan comes from his throat, making my juices flow. I can feel the moisture that has soaked my g-string, on my legs. Rubbing my very hard nipple from the tip down to his furry sack. The curly hair feels so good to my breast, releasing my breast from my hand, feeling it slide down his furry sack, tingles running to all those magic places in my small body.
Placing both my hands on either side of his hips, balancing myself, I massage his inner thighs with my breasts. His deep intake of breath tells me, he's enjoying it as much as me. My nipples becoming even more erect as they come closer and closer to his huge man tool. My breasts ache to touch his swollen passion, taking one in each hand, starting at the hair covered base, slowly working up and then back down. A little faster, his moans becoming deeper and deeper with each stroke, up and down.
All of a sudden, his hands reach down, grabbing my arms, pulling me up his body, my lips getting closer to his. Our lips touch, he devours my lips with his, inserting his tongue, exploring the depths of my mouth. My tongue swirling around his, like a kid licking her favourite ice cream cone. His strong hands removing the black lacy g-string, now there is nothing between him and me. I can wait no longer!
Very slowly I remove my lips from his, placing my legs on either side of his hips, raising up on my knees, grabbing his love tool, slowly inserting the tip into my nectar filled nest. It feels so smooth, hard, and so enormous, slowly lowering myself down, inch by inch. Finally I have it all engulfed inside me, swirling my hips around, feeling every part of it moulded to me. Sliding my love box up, very slowly, until only the tip is left, now back down, faster with each downward stroke, his hips matching my every move. Lightening striking in the distance, thunder rolling across the sky. My small body feeling the lightening strikes, increasing my strokes, arching my back, head tilted as far back as it will go, my long black hair teasing my back and buttocks. The thunder rolling down my body, stopping at my clit. I can feel the storm building in him, any moment it will explode from his body.
All my control escapes me, as I feel his juices start to flow, my body feels as if it were being hit by a tornado, exploding and going off in every direction, even out into the galaxy, colliding with the stars. An explosion hits my body as I feel him pouring his nectar into me, my own nectar pouring onto his wet shiny love tool. Low moans come from his lips, as I drain him of every drop of that wonderful love juice. Slowly the pieces of my body come back to earth; I collapse on his broad chest, both of us breathing very hard and ragged. He puts his arms around me, holding me close, placing little butterfly kisses on the top of my head, I snuggle as close as I can to his warm sexy body, inhaling his manly scent. The air is filled with the aroma of passion fulfilled, and all the smells of a fantasy come true!
Listening very carefully, no thunder, no lightening, or pattering of raindrops on the tin roof. His even breathing and tiny snores tell me he's asleep, slowly untangling my body from his, with great reluctance I leave his strong, warm body. Looking around for my clothes, finding the black lacy g-string still soaked with my nectar. I walk over to his side, kneel down, and very gently lift his, still huge, but not swollen, male tool. Gently, oh so very gently, I wrap my g-string around his tool. I wonder what he'll think when awakes and finds his present for me.
I must hurry, the gathering will start in a few minutes, and this is one time I don't want to miss. This time I have a fabulous story to tell!
THE END
