Ricky's colition of stories

Story by ricky

Not Futa, it is a rough draft of male and female please would love feed back.

It was a cool sunny Friday evening, the small ford escape whirled down the road at a leisured pace, in the driver seat sat Amy, her long hair flapping in the wind as she drove., the warm rays of the sun lapping at her cheeks, she smiled to herself as she pulled to a stop at the red light. Impatiently tapping her lightly manicured nails on the steering wheel as she waited for the light to go green. The short drive to her house seemed so long on the way home always, the fifteen minute commute seemed to drag on for ever, her week was a rough one, though that wasn’t new, most of the time her work was stressful and she cleaned up the sloppy work of every one around her, she was looking foreword to this evening, soft candle light and a romantic date with her love Jon.

She blushed softly as she remembered her hopeless romantic husband, how he always tried for romance, but always seemed to fall short bit by bit, she loved him to death and wished she could be home and in his arms right now. As she thought of her true love her mind wandered across his features, tall skinny and to her absolutely handsome, she remembered how the small scruff of hair atop his head always seemed to be messy and disorganized, the dark brown scruff of hair reached just covering part of his ears, it always looked as if he just got out of bed the way the stubborn hair wouldn’t form to or stay down.

She remembered the first night she saw his hair straitened at the altar how the straitened hair covered his ears just showing a glimpse of his earlobes. His high cheek bones and how the light around the altar pronounced his facial features, his blue eyes shinning like blue gems in a mist of small cumulus clouds, the way his lips moved as he talked, how her eyes had focused on his that night, the moments they announced their love.

Her eyes locked on the steering wheel as she continued to think of his lips, how her heart raced as they kissed as husband and wife. The warm plush lips of his against hers, the march breeze on her face, the warm air brushing along the hem of her dress pressing the silken fabric against her thighs. The gentle caress of the suns rays along the swell of her breast and her neck, she remembered how her eyes locked on his and how those blue wells swirled and shone like diamonds, as her eyelids fluttered closed with the pleasure, the warmth of his smile in the kiss, blossoming into her and tendrils of warmth, like the tongues of a flame lapping along her cheeks and down her neck the warmth slowly spreading, she remembered the tense moment as her breath caught in her throat, just before his lips parted from hers.

The look in his eyes as he leaned in once more and planted his lips firmly to hers, the warmth spreading again faster then before, tendrils lapping at her neck trailing along her smooth skin, with each subtle rise and fall of her chest, a soft moan escaping her lips as she let her breath go into him, taking his breath as they kissed, she remembered her heart quickening, the ‘pitter patter’ quickening as the warmth rose, her arms rising as she rested her forearms on his shoulders wrapping her hands around his neck gently interlacing her fingers behind his neck, bringing herself closer to him as they kissed. Her fingers rubbing small circles into his neck as they kissed, her lips pressing more firmly to his as she slips her tongue into his mouth tasting his lips on her tongue tip as it snakes its way foreward, her tongue drifting along his teeth and gums caressing and tasting all around, before tackling his tongue and coiling around it as she starts to suckle it gently pulling and suckling it into her mouth.

She moans softly and gasps as she hears the not so subtle honking of car horns behind her, shaking her back into reality. She sighed, she was breathing heavy again, and it wasn’t from the car horn, her breast rising and falling quickly with her breath as she put the car in drive and went through the light as it was turning yellow, she felt very warm again today. She slap the steering wheel in frustration, her day dreams were getting more intense all the time, and that was a very intense day dream, her body still slightly aroused from her dreaming. She sighed again as she turned on the A/C and rolled up the window, the cool air of the A/C and the whirl of the fan consumed her thoughts for awhile as she drove onto her street and turned down the windy bend toward her house. As she was pulling into the driveway she noticed how her breathing had begun to calm and return to a state of homeostasis. Though she still couldn’t help but move side to side there was still a very strong warmth between her thighs that wouldn’t go away so easily. She closed the door to her car and slowly headed for the front door, muttering to hersel

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