It was a warm summer night.It was a warm summer night. The smell of night blooming Jasmine filled the air. That smell always sends chills up and down my spine, and makes my juices begin to flow. It reminds me of making love on a warm summer evening under the stars. I was sitting in the garden, on the old-fashioned white bench that looked as if it came straight out of Little House on the Prarie, awaiting my lover. A few fleeting moments later, I saw the figure of my lover approaching me in the moonlight. He is a tall, muscular, man about 6' 2", and has the most goregous blue eyes and surfer blonde hair, and the most gorgeous 9 1/2" cock I'd ever seen. As he approached, the smell of his cologne, mixed with the smell of the Jasmine, was more than I could stand, and my panties began to become quite wet. In his sweet, sexy voice, he said hello my love, embraced and kissed me, a long, passionate kiss. As his body touched mine, I felt his promising buldge against my belly button. As he nestled it closer to me, I began to rub it with my fingers and hands, and finally I knelt down and began to nibble on the fabric of his Levis. He caressed my hair, and put his arms around my shoulders, and moaned quietly with pleasure, as his cock begged for me to release it from it's confinement in his Levis. |