The full moon the other night was bright and beautiful and a stroll down a certain hiking path was just what was needed after these past few days. Our bit of carrying with us those things we need to make the walk a bit more comfortable after our coupling has made it far more enjoyable for us. We wonder what thoughts those who empty the 'doggy waste' stations may have if ever they should open up our contribution. 😉
But it was the night of the full moon that I am remembering most and I believe it is going to be one of my favourite memories of all time. This past Sunday, the 5th, saw a brilliant full moon and us on the path walking hand in hand. 🌹 There had been a rain a bit before and the air was clear and just a touch of cool that I felt a bit more so because of wearing nothing by a pair of suspender tights and my husband's button down shirt. He has become wise in the ways and now brings an extra shirt to wear before we set foot on our walk. 😉 But it is the shirt he was wearing that day that I want about me because it smells of him and when he gives it to me just prior to leaving the shop for our walk, I feel his warmth all the more as I feel the fabric brush against my bare bum and as I button it up.
That night we set out and were holding hands and I love the feel of my hand in his. Though he does consulting, his is the type of consulting that takes him afield and his hands bear the callouses of that work. They have a roughness to them and a strength and warmth that I love. I love his touch as we walk together and how sometimes he will forget and point at something with his hand while holding mine. And then he catches himself and we have to smile at his absent mindedness but it is one of the things that endears him to me.
We have found a spot on the trail or path that we like for the solitude or privacy and there is a tree there and a bench beneath it for those who want to rest a bit on their own walks. Perhaps to enjoy some shade during the day or to admire the view overlooking the river valley. At the hour of night when we walk there are few if any out and that spot has become 'our spot' where we make the day go away and enjoy each other. With my 'hiking outfit' which blends nicely with those exercising and most other women these days, my husband can have me at will and when the opportunity presents itself and it is something I want him to feel 'welcome' to take from me at his whim.
The full moon was out and so crystal clear to view and when we came upon our spot he stood behind me and put his arms around me and held me close. I felt his trousers pressing against me from behind through the thin fabric of his shirt and he pressed against me and I returned the favour. His hands cupped my breasts over my shirt and bra and he kneaded them and I know he felt my nipples become erect because of his touch. And as he began to slightly kiss my neck his hands slipped from my breasts and down to my mons pubis and they felt so good. All the while I gazed at the moon and listened to his breathing from behind me, his fingers finding my slit, his deftness at brushing my clitoris. And the moon was so glorious to see and I made it part of my experience with what I knew would take place and soon. As you get to know your man you can tell how they want to take you and that night my husband wanted to take me from behind. 🌹 It did not matter whether it was him taking me anally or vaginally because that would be his call to make and I would take my pleasure from my own hand and fingers regardless of where he placed his penis inside of me. 😈 🌹
His touch, the feel of his body next to mine and my mind clouds in a bit of a haze, a mist, a cum lust mist, that blends my sensations and most often makes me unable or unwilling to detail what is happening with our bodies because I just feel. No real thought or reasoning when this feeling washes over me as it radiates from my centre and connects with his hands, his fingers, his penis, his lips, and I am aware of his penis in my vagina. His movement inside of me, slow and rhythmic at first and my focus on the moon is crystal clear as my thoughts and mind move from the celestial to the carnal and I am experiencing him. 😈 🌹 I feel his tenderness melt into lust, his making love giving way to his fucking me, and he wants to have his and I am already having mine. As many as I can for as long as I can stand it and with him, my husband, he withholds for as long as I allow 😉 for as long as I want or can. And there does cum a time when I will take it from him regardless of how determined he may be to prolong our fucking. I sense his edge and allow him to stand there as long as I want and then I take him with me over his edge and I feel his passion and cum lust burst inside of me and I smile at knowing that I took it from him.
And though we may be done fucking at that moment, we are now making love as we slowly descend with each other and the feel of his cock in my pussy is what I feel the most. His breath on the back of my neck, hands under my shirt and against my naked skin and I slowly am able to once again focus on the beauty of that full moon. It is so right to have him inside of me. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹
As is becoming our custom after our encounters on the pathway, I gladly turn to face him, kiss his lips and breathe in his breath and slowly kneel before him to take his cock into my mouth and taste what we are to the other. I want all of our taste from him and I get it and we taste good together. And once I have us off of his cock and he is ready, I press my lips against his and his tongue finds its way into my mouth and he has our taste too. That night he had me lean back against the tree and he then knelt before me and pressed his face against my lips and I looked at the moon and enjoyed his attentions. 🌹 And then my husband stood before me and I looked into his face and I tasted us from his lips and we shared a soft laugh at my having to dab us off of the side of his face and we rearranged out clothing and set out to finish our walk.
And as we reached the end of the path and turned about to walk back to the shop, the moon seemed even brighter and his hand holding mine imparted a message to me. The subtle squeeze or maybe the satisfaction I felt in my centre made me think there may be more. We walked silently beside each other and I caught him glancing at the bench and tree where we had been some bit before, his glance at the moon, and his furtive glance down at my face. I felt as if there was a question being asked of me or his thinking he might like to say something but elected not to at that moment. And the closer we drew to the bench the glances from the bench, the moon, and to me happened again.
I knew. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹
At the bench I unzipped his trousers and felt that his cock was erect but this time I chose as to where it would go. He understood when I took that small bottle of KY and spread some on his hardening shaft and tip of his cock. I lifted the back of my shirt and rested my forearms on the back of the bench and once more looked up at the beautiful moon and said only two words to him standing behind me with his hands on my hips.
'My ass.' 🌹 😈