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and tasted her. She sighed.
          It
wasn’t Evelyn. This girl tasted like sugarplums, not spearmint candy. She was
an instant addiction. He needed more of her. Taking another step, he pressed
her along the oak and aligned his body to her curves. A part of his brain tried
to tell him that he should stop, but it was overruled by the pure pleasure of
feeling her hands glide into his hair. The kiss deepened, they were both
willing participants now.
          His
hands went on an adventure of their own. One traveled underneath the edge of
her shirt, feeling the soft heat of her skin. She squirmed, he would have
smiled with the knowledge of discovering her delicious sweet spot, but his lips
were still too busy with kissing her. His other hand traveled around her waist
and cupped the thick plumpness of her backside. Her ass was perfectly round and
filled his hand just the way he liked.
          No
way in hell was this Evelyn. She was pretty but very petite, to the point of
frailness. He always had to restrain himself in fear he’d hurt her. Not this
girl. She took the intensity of his passion and gave it back in full measure.
          He
wanted to know who this delectable girl was, but he didn’t want the moment to
end. Never before had he been turned inside out as he felt right then. Who was
she? Who was she?
          Lifting
his hand higher under her shirt, he felt the warm supple weight of her breast.
The heat of her skin seared him through the silky thin material of her bathing
suit top. Groaning, he stroked the distended peak of her nipple. Moaning, she
clutched his hand, holding it tighter against her. He responded by grinding his
hips into her and allowing her to fully comprehend how she was affecting him.
          Another
branch snapped somewhere around them, and they froze. Their breathing heavy,
Intertwined between their bowed heads. She was just as affected which satisfied
him.
          Before
he could fix his lips to find out the identity of his woodsy nymph someone
called his name.
          It
was Evelyn’s high pitched voice. While he’d turned to see how close the
intruder was , his mystery girl had left.
         
          Richard
didn’t know if it was the sound of his own groan that awakened him or the
beaming light of the sun ray through a crack in his blinds. Either way he had a
hard-on to deal with. It wasn’t his typical morning wood, no this one was
generated by erotic thoughts of Lorna. Ones he hadn’t had in years. His last
two years of high school he spent palming himself every morning thinking about
the girl he couldn’t have. Now as a man he was caught in the same state at
dawn.
          He’d be
damned if he was going to go through the motions of jerking himself off each
morning just so he could be decent around her. Not allowing his dick the
opportunity to raise its thick head and embarrass him. He was a grown ass man,
this time he was going to get what he’d wanted years ago.
          Lorna.
          Just as
soon as he took care of the current problem at hand. Flinging the covers down,
he freed himself from his boxers and wrapped his hand around his pride and joy.
Glancing down, he saw his own strong fingers circling it and smiled to himself
as images of Lorna’s beautiful ginger hand there instead. Thinking about the
feeling and sight of Lorna stroking his cock, caused him to squeeze his eyes together.
          The
pressure was intense, he shook with desire. Not just the present desire to get
himself off, but more with the need to have Lorna by his side. In his bed, surrounding his body.
          That
did it. A few firm glides up and down his dick and he was erupting over his own
hand. Heat and shivers of release slid along his spine as the warm sticky
substance continued to ooze from the tip of his rod.
          Getting
up, he crossed the room to the bathroom. Washed his hands first then turned on
his shower. He knew the physical relief he