The Never Ending Story
Act two
Watching him walk back up the steep hill only warmed her further. It was those thighs again. She rolled over and propped her head up on one elbow. The soft fern fingers moved lazily in the breeze between her opened exposed thighs and she could feel the warmth of the sun on her behind - even through the cotton dress.
He seemed pre -occupied with ransacking the canvass satchel for the corkscrew but, in preparation for when he glanced back, she reached behind her and flipped the back of her dress up to match the front. Laying her head down on her forearm she delighted in the combination of sun and breeze, cool and heat and the wind fluttering ferns in all of her exposed places. As the quiet flames within her roared and surged she pushed her pubic mound into the grass and wiggled her ass from side to side. She had her eyes closed, but she knew he was watching her and she knew the effects of her dress and her motions. He was a visual man and loved the finesse of the hidden charms far more than simple nudity. She knew that, had she removed all her clothing and just walked over and lay at his feet with her legs spread, he probably would have simply ignored her. Well okay, ok ... maybe not actually ignored her. But the sight certainly would not have fired him up properly. Not like the old days when she would deliberately sit on a tall stool across his desk for their afternoon meetings. The "innocent act" hadn't lasted very long and quite honestly she'd have been disappointed if it had, given the looseness of her shorts and skirts and the distance that she placed between her knees - it would have been downright rude of him to not notice, but he went her one better - he stared. Almost from the beginning it had backfired on her because she could feel his eyes simply pushing her panties aside, peeling her lips apart and gazing right into the hot wet pinkness.
And that just made it hotter and wetter. Before long she realised that she was becoming the teased one and she stopped giving him such direct access. Just a flash here and there, a skirt flung quickly up and aside - that was enough to play the game , and it had taught her that he liked to look. She heard his footsteps through the ferns and wiggled her ass some more - knowing that he would see the movement and feast his eyes on the light lemon lace stretched tight over her exposed cheeks.
"Roll over honey" he said with a twinkle in his voice, "here's your wine", and when she did she saw that he was standing directly over her head - straddling her head and giving her a straight visual shot up his own shorts....seeing his thighs continue all the way to the top made her catch her breath as she reached upwards towards the glass in his hand. She very pointedly sat up only long enough to knock the wine straight back and then lay straight back down and stared. straight back up again. He stood above her and watched her hungry eyes work their way all the way up his legs, climbing from one muscle to the next like jungle vines. He flexed and turned and clenched and relaxed in a ballet of small sensual; movements and. by the time he could sense her eyes reach the elastic leg of his briefs, he could hear her breathing harder.
"Is there anyone around, honey" she managed to say.
When he answered "no" she said "Then don't dare move - and watch me!"
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