He hadn’t meant to fall in love with her, but she smelled so damn good and the feel of her lips around his cock made his heart race. He couldn’t wait to see her again… and again. He filled her house with flowers until the place looked like a funeral parlor. He drove by her house several times per day without stopping to see if she was home. Noticing him circling the block after about the fifth time, she smiled. An unmistakable feeling of warmth for this man began generating in her heart. She flagged him down. He was just bringing her another bouquet. So sweet.
She phoned him one weekend morning around 9:00 AM. He was still in bed. She imagined him – his brown muscled body tanned from the sun against the crisp white cotton sheets he especially liked. He had been dozing, half awake, tousled hair, morning mouth, half hard with morning wood… He answered the phone in a deep baritone , “Hello?”
“Hi, I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“Well, I am still in bed… I was just lying here thinking about you…”
“What were you thinking about?” she asked in a purr.
“Sex,” he answered unabashedly. She knew he was rubbing himself under the sheets.
“Ummm,” she teased back. In these early months of courting it was easy to get them both going. She knew the dabs of her perfume she left under his pillow and on top of his “guest pillow” would be weaving their spell on him while he slept.
He showed up at her place in less than 20 minutes. She was wearing a short royal blue nightie with lace trim. He hurriedly ripped one shoulder of the nightie freeing her left breast as he forced her up against the back of the couch out on the covered porch. It was a gorgeous day. The peach tree which grew through an opening in the corrugated blue plastic roof gave off the odor of its ripe orange fruit. He kissed her hard, turned her around and took her from behind.
She smiled at the peach tree as he mounted her. He was firm and quick, but it didn’t matter because she knew they would make love many more times. They spent the day at the nude beach up the coast where they swam, sunbathed, smoked some pot, and studied for their college courses. There were many more beautiful days like this. It was a wonderful summer…
a Summer of Love ….
(First published 9/17/11)
