Riverfront

"Jeff."

Her voice carried on the breeze, seeming to float endlessly over the river below before landing with a soft bump in my ear.  I turned to see her standing at the top of the steps to the overlook, the warm July breeze tossing her sun-gilded pecan brown curls around her face.  Even if I hadn't recognized her honeyed voice with its dulcet drawl, I'd know that smile anywhere, for it was a smile that soothed my longest days and haunted my sweetest dreams.

"Hi, darlin'," she said, as she walked toward me, her skirt hugging her shapely hips and flirting with her knees.  My eyes traveled over the rest of this fine, compact package, noting the way the sun kissed her pale golden skin, the sumptuous shimmer of her silk cami top and the perfectly formed calves that ended with slender ankles and adorable little sandal-shod feet.  And... I had to smile as I noticed her pedicure.  Her toenails were painted a bright metallic blue, just as she'd written in the very first story she ever wrote for me.

I had maybe about ten seconds to register how scrumptious she looked before - Oh, thank you, God! - she was in my arms, standing on tiptoe just to press her voluptuous body closer to mine, her face buried in the side of my neck, I know memorizing my scent and branding it in her mind.  She does that - occupational hazard.  Her arms were around my neck and I could feel every curve imprinted on my body as her breasts flattened against my chest and the vee of her thighs cradled my increasingly tumescent shaft, burning it even through layers of clothes.

She pulled back slightly, giving up the crook of my neck and glancing a kiss along my jaw, her lips a whisper against my skin.  Her hot whisky eyes locked on mine moments before our lips touched.  With the first brush of her lips against mine, it seemed as if the river below us sucked all the oxygen from the air, leaving me lightheaded.  I cajoled her lips to part, nipping at the lush bottom one with my teeth and laving it with my tongue.  Her mouth opened to me, and I clamped my mouth over hers, desperate to breathe in each sigh and each moan, hoping to get some air to my oxygen-deprived brain.  Instead she challenged my tongue to a frenzied dance, coercing it to go slow and sensuously, then enticing it to a raucous Latin beat that only she could hear.  I kept on kissing her, my arms around her, my hands resting at the luscious curve at the top of her sweet, firm ass, holding her tightly, feeling like I'd go over the railing if I relaxed my grip at all.

Sara drew my tongue into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and sucking lightly.  A low growl emanated from the back of my throat, surprising me in its intensity.  She took the growl and swallowed it with a sigh as she flicked the tip of my tongue with her own.  Slick and silky, her tongue caressed mine, explored every part of my mouth and sucked the rest of the oxygen from my brain.  I gave up on breathing and standing, sinking into Sara as my legs gave and I sank down onto the bench on the observation deck.  She straddled my lap, never releasing my lips as she coaxed more and more from me... More passion and more of me, I freely gave to her.

The breeze coming from the River cooled our sweat-glistening bodies where they pressed intimately against each other.  She shivered in my arms, her own passion growing...