With one hand on either side of my cleft, she began moving them up and down so my labia majora rubbed against each other. “I have a lot more…all over my body. When she finally touched the tip, I involuntarily bucked so hard that my lower back and hips rose off the bed. “That tickles!”
She just laughed, and moved on up my shins to my knees. The driver was arrested, but I don’t know what happened to him afterwards. Some of the things, like the dreams, I couldn’t find the words to express, so I said I hadn’t been sleeping well. Then she got up and walked over. I often wish I could meet her.”
“Mila…”
“Yes, well…” She looked me up and down, from my unkempt hair to my nail-polish-less toes. ******************************************
“Know what we’re doing today?” Mila asked after breakfast. It was a stretch that wound along the side of a hill, with a steep slope up on the left and an equally sharp drop on the right, both sides heavily forested with pine trees. “When did you ever learn to massage?”
“Remember that older man I was seeing a few years ago? I clutched the pillow with both my hands as the darts of pleasure lancing out from between my legs joined together and grew into an uncontrollable surge.
