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Oh Captain 2
🕑 Added 2025-09-03 15:00:09 +0000 UTCSteve bent his head low and ran his tongue into the canyon that separated Linda’s proud breasts. She let the wave of feeling sweep over her—beautifully radiant delight that cascaded through her body, centering on his warm tongue and the sensitivity of her breasts. Every stroke of his tongue whirled through her like a warm, gentle wind that nonetheless spun her mind like a pinwheel. It made her pussy throb with sensation… liquid tingles that she knew was her wetness preparing her for still greater ecstasy.
“Oh, Steve, that feels so—” she moaned. “Oh, don’t stop. Your mouth is like something I never knew I needed! I’ve always wanted to feel this way, but you’re the first man to… to…”
Steve kept kissing and licking. His hand went down to her knee, then roamed up under her skirt to caress the soft flesh of her inner thigh. One daring finger went inside of her panties and touched her, skin to skin, as she’d never been touched before. She opened her legs wide for him and his explorations.
Steve was getting hot. His breath came in short, hungry gasps. Linda knew he’d give her everything she wanted. She only hoped she’d be enough for him too.
“Right here, Steve. Down in the grass, with the trees standing over us and the animals watching us.” She smiled blissfully. “That seems right, doesn’t it? No roses, no wine, no fancy outfits. Just nature.”
Steve pulled his head back and grinned at her. “That sounds just about perfect.”
Linda lay down, resolving away the last little niggles of disbelief in her. Was she really going to do this? She had to—she couldn’t go through life regretting not getting more of Steve’s touch. It would never be enough… a lifetime wouldn’t be enough… but at least it would be something to remember.
She looked to Steve as he dropped his pants. He stepped out of them and it shocked her how free he was with his body, but it also thrilled her.
Steve was built like a statue. Her eyes widened—she got goosepimples all over—seeing his hard, throbbing prick stand out from his perfect body like a telephone pole.
“Do you want to keep on the miniskirt?” Steve asked with bated breath. “And the top?”
“Do you want me to keep them on?” Linda retorted. Then she lifted her top up over her breasts. “It’s not as if they’ll get in the way. And… lots of people like the outfit.”
“I like you,” Steve said. “And I’d hate to get such nice clothes all sweaty.”
“No, just get me all sweaty,” Linda told him, heating up at her own uncouth words. “I wouldn’t hate that at all.”
“Then you’ll have to take them off. Because I’d just rip them off you.”
