Remember...

By Jazmin Jackson

 

Author’s background information:

 

The inspiration for the story came from a memory of a first time.

Remember the first time Your hand was inside me?
remember laying there
we had just gotten off work
laying in bed
the window was open
a breeze caressing

it was not something we planned
not even sure we knew what we were doing
we were talking about what to do that weekend
me on my back
you on your side
my hand stroking your cock
Your eyes on my sex
my leg draped over your hip
your fingers fucking me

moaning.. pressing..
one.. two.. three..
Your fingers deep inside me..

squeezing.. stroking.. fist pumping at Your cock..
as You whispers..
more?..

fuck.. yes.. please..
hips pressing.. thighs spread wide..

four fingers twisting..
entering.. grinding..

remember the moans..
the tightness..
as You coned Your hand..

ready?.. Your voice seem so far away..
when did my hand leave Your cock..
and find their way between my legs..
pulling on cunt lips..
moaning..
please..
i need to know.. i need to feel it..

how surprised we were
such a thing could happen

remember how my ass came off the bed
how i cried out
fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.....
Your hand was deep inside me
my eyes filled with surprise
as i looked to you
both of us breathing hard
bodies sweating
and my cunt lips were hugging Your wrist

remember...