The Quest
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
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The Quest - Chapter 4
Chapter 4
“What do you mean, she grabbed his buttocks?” inquired Daniel, stopping Mingo retelling in his trek. He quickly added “So if I understood correctly, that white man looked exactly like you but a sweet Indian maiden was in the wondrous privy with him. What kind of warped mind is yours my friend?”
Mingo silenced Daniel with a stern (yet superb) look. “Do you mind listening to my vision or would you prefer go home now?”
“I’m listening Mingo. Although, you have to understand, this maiden, the water, the wondrous privy, it makes me wish Becky was here. I want more than hit and run kisses. Six years, and all I got were quick kisses. Your quest is making me horny” Daniel whined.
“I shall go on then if you don’t mind” finished Mingo.
“So there was the white man who looked like me, all clean and with hands soaped with white jasmine holding two luscious firm breasts”
He lowered his mouth, his neck; his head toward her breasts, making sure the shower spray removed all traces of soap from her tanned skin. Then he gently blew warm air on her right nipple, while his left hand massaged the second one. He lifted his eyes toward her eyes, glittering with water and smiled. He gently applied a bit of pressure between his lips, holding softly to the quickly expanding nipple. She was now moaning in a strange tone and tongue.
He felt himself hardened , felt his own pleasure building. He knew in his heart he would be patient. His right hand was free to roam as he suckled on her; at first, he moved his hand behind her ear, tickling gently. Then he lowered his hand, followed the back bone, vertebrae by vertebrae with his fingers, applying gentle but firm pressure. All the while, he suckled a breast ardently.
When the hand reached the lower back, it circled back to the smooth abdomen and gently teased the navel.
As he started to head towards the bud, hidden carefully, she swatted him and laughed.
“The bedroom, beloved. Now!” she insisted with a vibration in her voice that required quick obedience. He stood, stopped the water, opened the door and extended his hand toward the closet, to get a thick towel.
As he opened the closet door, more of the wondrous thick white towels fell on his nearly dry (and superb) body. He picked one up, smelling the subtle flowery scent and handed it passed his (superb) shoulders to the dark-haired woman behind him, along with the previously requested soap bottle. He wrapped a thick white towel around his (gorgeous superb) waist.
“I will let you rinse and dress alone; I will pour us some wine in the bedroom. Join me my Sweet Indian Maiden?”
Her smile matched his. She blinked smoothly and discreetly, rosy dark cheeks. He patted her arm with tenderness, and exited the white privy in a (superb) stride.
As he closed the door behind him, his eyes started to …….
“What do you mean, she grabbed his buttocks?” inquired Daniel, stopping Mingo retelling in his trek. He quickly added “So if I understood correctly, that white man looked exactly like you but a sweet Indian maiden was in the wondrous privy with him. What kind of warped mind is yours my friend?”
Mingo silenced Daniel with a stern (yet superb) look. “Do you mind listening to my vision or would you prefer go home now?”
“I’m listening Mingo. Although, you have to understand, this maiden, the water, the wondrous privy, it makes me wish Becky was here. I want more than hit and run kisses. Six years, and all I got were quick kisses. Your quest is making me horny” Daniel whined.
“I shall go on then if you don’t mind” finished Mingo.
“So there was the white man who looked like me, all clean and with hands soaped with white jasmine holding two luscious firm breasts”
He lowered his mouth, his neck; his head toward her breasts, making sure the shower spray removed all traces of soap from her tanned skin. Then he gently blew warm air on her right nipple, while his left hand massaged the second one. He lifted his eyes toward her eyes, glittering with water and smiled. He gently applied a bit of pressure between his lips, holding softly to the quickly expanding nipple. She was now moaning in a strange tone and tongue.
He felt himself hardened , felt his own pleasure building. He knew in his heart he would be patient. His right hand was free to roam as he suckled on her; at first, he moved his hand behind her ear, tickling gently. Then he lowered his hand, followed the back bone, vertebrae by vertebrae with his fingers, applying gentle but firm pressure. All the while, he suckled a breast ardently.
When the hand reached the lower back, it circled back to the smooth abdomen and gently teased the navel.
As he started to head towards the bud, hidden carefully, she swatted him and laughed.
“The bedroom, beloved. Now!” she insisted with a vibration in her voice that required quick obedience. He stood, stopped the water, opened the door and extended his hand toward the closet, to get a thick towel.
As he opened the closet door, more of the wondrous thick white towels fell on his nearly dry (and superb) body. He picked one up, smelling the subtle flowery scent and handed it passed his (superb) shoulders to the dark-haired woman behind him, along with the previously requested soap bottle. He wrapped a thick white towel around his (gorgeous superb) waist.
“I will let you rinse and dress alone; I will pour us some wine in the bedroom. Join me my Sweet Indian Maiden?”
Her smile matched his. She blinked smoothly and discreetly, rosy dark cheeks. He patted her arm with tenderness, and exited the white privy in a (superb) stride.
As he closed the door behind him, his eyes started to …….