1. The Porch

I love early mornings, when the sun is just peeking over the horizon and a chill still lingers in the air. The lawn is covered with dew, twinkling in the reflecting sunlight. I’m standing in the porch, wearing only a bath robe. My tits stand erect and proud, due to the chill. I breathe in the clean morning air, deeply. My expanding lungs push my already sensitive nipples against the coarse fabric. Sensitive, because Lucy, my lover and soulmate has been sucking on them the whole night. I can’t help but smile, holding that memory in my mind.

I hear the door creek behind me and a pair of arms circles my waist. I lean back into Lucy. I can feel her warm body pressed against my back, her familiar scent fills my nose, a heady mix of sex, hers and mine.

“Morning my love,” I say.

All I get back are murmurs into the nape of my neck. I press her hands with mine, holding them tightly in place around my waist. This is bliss, pure bliss. I guide one hand to my breast and again, hold it there. She cups my soft boob, capped by a hard and erect nipple. Turning around and facing her, I pull open my robe, revealing my breast. The very dark nipple stands out against my pale skin. I pull her head towards my tit.

Her moist mouth caresses my nipple, her tongue flicks at the tip. A soft moan escapes my lips. I pull open my robe, leaning back against the railing, naked. She too unties the belt of her robe. Our bodies melt into each other’s, skin to skin, naked bodies connect. Warm, smooth, and sensual. I continue enjoying her gentle caresses and squeezes, her fingers lightly tracing circles around the tip of my boobs, making my nipples harder. I squeeze my legs together and let out an involuntary moan.

I look at Lucy's face and I’m greeted by her beautiful smile, lips upturned at the corner. Leaning forward, my now erect nipples brush against hers.

"What are you doing,” I pant.

She moves her leg between mine, knowing exactly where to put the pressure. She hikes her leg up by resting one foot on the bottom rail.

I grimace, "Oh fuck! The neighbors are awake."

Yet, I arch my back offering myself to her totally.

"So?" she smiles. My hips start moving involuntary, rubbing against her leg. I can feel my wet cunt, sliding up and down her smooth thigh. Small discrete movements, I'm hoping no one notices I'm acting like a love sick puppy fucking my master's leg.

In the morning light, we look no different to the many couples having a cuddle or talking a morning stroll. But we weren't cuddling. My mouth met hers, our tongues made intense love. I bit her lower lip, as she grabbed my ass, pulling it against her thigh. She squeeze harder, I can't hold it much longer. I bury my face in the side of her neck to stifle a scream. I want this more than anything, making love with Lucy, my lover, my soulmate.

I’m totally obsessed with her. She consumes my senses, her scent, her touch, our bodies pressed together. It’s not enough, but for now it will suffice. Later though, in our bedroom, when our naked bodies touch, with nothing between our bare skins, I will rub my intimate, wet part against hers, I want her finger, her tongue between my legs.

I want it all. "Oh god.. I'm ..." I pant and shudder as wave after wave hits me. I can barely stand, collapsing with my arms around her neck. My knees are weak, juices trickling down the inside of my thighs...