The Quest
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1 through F › Daniel Boone
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,041
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I do not own Daniel Boone, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Quest - Chapter 3
It was their love, newly found. As she stepped into the shower, he kissed her on the back of her neck.
“Oh, you want to play!” she commented as she grabbed the towel from around his waist and pulled him into the shower. She handed him a bottle of white jasmine body soap.
“It lathers so much better when someone else rubs it on,” she cooed, as she started to rub the body soap on his (wondrous) chest, right on down to his (superb) thighs.
Slowly, my dear, I am not in a rush.” He sighed as she moved her hands towards his inner thighs.
He studied his Indian maiden. Their love making was new and the arousal rhythm not well established so he needed to work to insure that they would come together. So he kissed her delicate eye lids. Then he looked into her dark brown eyes. He ran his hands over her high cheek bones, now covered with beads of water, up into her wet long black hair. He tipped her head back and kissed her lips, gently at first, then harder, next he opened his month, softly nudged her month opened with his tongue, and playfully touched her tongue.
After a few minutes and some more kisses, he moved behind her, thus removing her hands from his thighs for the moment. He took some of the white jasmine body soap in his hands, worked it into a lather. He moved his soapy hands down her long graceful neck to her ample firm breasts. He cupped her breasts in his hands and started to message her nipples. He applied pressure until the nipples were firm and erect. He continued until she squirmed and moaned. She arched her back, pressed her head into his chest as she reached her hands around his hips and grabbed his buttocks.
“Oh, you want to play!” she commented as she grabbed the towel from around his waist and pulled him into the shower. She handed him a bottle of white jasmine body soap.
“It lathers so much better when someone else rubs it on,” she cooed, as she started to rub the body soap on his (wondrous) chest, right on down to his (superb) thighs.
Slowly, my dear, I am not in a rush.” He sighed as she moved her hands towards his inner thighs.
He studied his Indian maiden. Their love making was new and the arousal rhythm not well established so he needed to work to insure that they would come together. So he kissed her delicate eye lids. Then he looked into her dark brown eyes. He ran his hands over her high cheek bones, now covered with beads of water, up into her wet long black hair. He tipped her head back and kissed her lips, gently at first, then harder, next he opened his month, softly nudged her month opened with his tongue, and playfully touched her tongue.
After a few minutes and some more kisses, he moved behind her, thus removing her hands from his thighs for the moment. He took some of the white jasmine body soap in his hands, worked it into a lather. He moved his soapy hands down her long graceful neck to her ample firm breasts. He cupped her breasts in his hands and started to message her nipples. He applied pressure until the nipples were firm and erect. He continued until she squirmed and moaned. She arched her back, pressed her head into his chest as she reached her hands around his hips and grabbed his buttocks.