The first and only time I met you the thing I noticed the most was the
strangeness of your smile. Upon recollection I still find it so, although I
have to admit that it is becoming despite it's oddness.

I recall looking over at you often, sometimes I felt that you knew but
mostly I assumed that my gazes were lost amongst the activity of the
gathering. I felt then as I do now that your imperfections are what I find
most appealing about you. Certainly you have had your fair share of admirers
in you life, lovers both men and women. You do not, however, immediately
draw a second look from others, but rather if one is fortunate enough to
accidentally throw one's gaze upon you a second time, a discovery is
awaiting.

Your hair cascades off your back, in colours of blonde and brown. It is a
bit unkempt, but I am certain it is also beautiful when wet and strewn
carelessly across your face. I imagine kissing you and having your hair
between our lips, having to constantly brush it away.

Some, admittedly the more prudish, would say that with breasts the fullness
of yours, you should wear at least a slip under a summer dress. I enjoy,
however, the thought of your nipples pushing against the cotton. It seems
that both are postioned directly at the center of a mustard flower in a
field of green. I smile to myself as I wonder how such symmetry can be
achieved, and maintained, as was the ever so slight erectness of your
nipples, through out an entire evening.

From behind, as a breeze blows and accentuates your hips, I think that
indeed you have a woman's hips, as opposed to a girl's, which seem so
fashionable and desirable. I can imagine exactly where your waist flares out
to your hips. The breeze blowing also outlines the crack of your ass, your
dress clinging to it and around your hips. At this point I know that you
cannot be aware of my watching you, so I feel somewhat more free to guess
that you are probably not wearing any underwear, for certainly I could see
the outline of it if you were. I hope that at some point in the evening you
will be sitting on steps, or perhaps a low chair, allowing me a glance. I
fantasize that you are shaven.

Given the chance, I would ask that you lie on your stomach wearing the very
dress in which I remember you. I am on my knees beside you and kissing the
back of your neck, leaving a slight trail of dampness with my tongue. My
hands run through your hair and around your shoulders, massaging you
slightly. Without me asking, you understand and raise yourself wo I can slip
the straps of your dress off your shoulders, lowering your dress from the
front and brushing your nipples slightly as I do so.

As I run my tongue slowly along your spine, my hand gently pushes your
beautiful dress down past your hips with your help. As I reach the base of
your spine, I notice that you part your legs ever so slightly. I run my
tongue between your cheeks, and press gently into your asshole. This is the
first time I realize that your breathing has changed, become erratic. At
this point I am on my stomach, My head between your spread legs as you lie
on your stomach. This is also the first time I realize that indeed your are
shaven.

I run my tongue from your ass down to your lips, not knowing whether my
tongue instantly made you wet or you were wet before. My tongue darts in and
out, licking your smooth pussy, and you begin to raise yourself off the bed
slightly. For the first time, you look over your shoulder and at me. Your
hair is damp with perspiration and strewn across your face, your mouth
slightly open.

You are now on all fours as I continue to lick you. I can see your breasts
swaying with hard nipples as you arch your back. The first time I enter you
there is absolute silence. I do not know what you are feeling, but I am
completely enveloped in wetness and warmth. I pull out of you only to have
you reach behind and grab me. It is the first time you have touched me with
your hand, and you draw me back inside. You reach between your legs and cup
my balls as if to ensure that I will not pull out again.

I pull out again, and you reach back and grab me again, but this time you
guide me so that my head is pushing against your asshole. I keep myself
still as you grind your hips so that I enter you. I am now enveloped tightly
in heat, a feeling much different than any other. I remain somewhat still as
you move slightly. I notice that you are touching yourself as you gyrate,
and I lean forward, cupping and massaging your breast.

It all happened so fast, I knew you were about to come as I started shooting
into you. I was convinced that you were about to scream, I do not know how
you held back. We fell into a heap, both short of breath. There was cum
inside of you as well as spilled along your ass and pussy.